Chapter Eight
Some Months Later
As I sat primly in the dining room of Daddy’s country estate carefully spooning in my lobster bisque, I could feel Garrison’s chain rubbing against my c**t, even when I wasn’t moving in my chair. The executive dinner was an annual affair, but my first time at the lavish event. A company that produced the defining magazine in the arena of refined epicurean taste would certainly go all out to make their executive dinner one of the most gracious and elegant parties anywhere.
I wore a dress of sequins in addition to the chain between my legs. Except for a pair of high heel sandals, that was it. But who would know I was so scandalously attired other than Garrison, Angelica and maybe Robert Harrington? At least this time I didn’t suffer a vicious caning becaus
