Chapter Nineteen
C W In Bondage
Christine
I walked happily beside him, only a little concerned that someone would hear the music of my chains, nevertheless enjoying the sense of almost total freedom he had, albeit for the moment, permitted. My long skirts and petticoats swung freely from my hips, brushing weightily against my thighs, but I paid theses sensations little attention, concentrating instead on the thick, juicy steak I was going to have for dinner. Like a true gentleman, and he really was, despite some of the awful things he subjected me to, he held the door open and I entered the dimly lit bar in front of him. As usual, all the men in the room turned and gave me the once-over, and just as usually, those who were accompanied by their girl-friends, wives, or whatever, ignored t
