Chapter Twelve
Recovery & Familiarization
What choice did I have but to follow her? My paces were pitifully small, each one creating a musical clatter of my hobble chain being snapped tight, making me more fully aware of the tight, wide cuffs surrounding my ankles, tugging strongly, constantly reminding me that I was her helpless, chained prisoner.
With my every pace, a multitude of new, strange and uncomfortable sensations washed through my brain. First I was aware of the bobbling of my breasts and that they had never felt so sensitive before, nor had they felt as uncomfortably constricted! Ever since I had been a couple of years younger and developing as my body had, the wearing of tight and uncomfortable bra’s had been almost a necessity, but what I was experiencing now was vastly
