Chapter Thirteen
Self-preparations
For a long time, Jessica just sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the assortment of leather on the table before her. The thought of applying those hated items to her own body filled her with dread. But, at the same time, she knew that there would be nothing to gain by refusing. One way or another, she would be wearing those things soon enough. The choice was hers whether she wanted the wearing of them to also include a whipping.
She took the second boot from the table and then bent over to bring it down to her waiting foot. She pointed her toes downward as she slid them inside, knowing that in a moment she would have no choice. When her toes reached the bottom of the waiting plate, she tightened and buckled the straps of the thing, imprisoning her f
