Already I was feeling the unpleasantness of her devices. What had I done to displease her? Why was she being so cruel?
“Okay, I want you to squat down, so I can fasten these cuffs around your ankles.” I spread my feet a little, lowered myself down, and the solid clicks of the metal cuffs now made it impossible to stand back up. Samantha then picked up the chain that dangled from my n*****s and gave it a sharp tug. “Let’s go. Get over to the conference room doorway!”
Hobbling across the office was a much easier task than might be expected, as she yanked me along by my n*****s. My short, crab-like steps yanked cruelly on my balls. As each foot moved forward, the teeth of the steel tether bit into my flesh.
“Turn around,” she commanded. As I did, she reached down and fastened my ankle cuf
