Chapter Seven
The Closet, Bondage, & Boredom
With a sharp snap of my leash, she urged me into motion and I staggered while attempting to walk forward, the boots enforcing a mincing strut and swinging of my hips, so that with each tiny pace I took, my breasts bounced agonizingly against their tensioning clamps inside their steel cups!
I was desperately afraid of falling, for the boots were extremely treacherous to try to walk in, especially on the slick wooden floor, and so Frau Baxter, recognizing that I would need much time and practice to walk at all well in them, allowed me time to struggle along in behind her. Even so, I only had to go a short distance down the corridor towards my bedroom before I was stopped by a peremptory snap on my leash and I saw her slip the key-card into th
