Chapter Ten
A New Life
We reached the van an eternity later, for me, and even in that short distance I was in a sweating, trembling lather of arousal, able only to make wordless, pitiful moans while being forced to walk by his side. That was when I first experienced my harness in full measure. The cinch, bra and chastity arrangement forced me into holding myself regally erect, but when I took my first steps, I immediately discovered how difficult even that simple action had become. The telescoping, spring loaded metal garter straps to my thigh bands elongated and contracted with each of my paces, allowing me to move my legs against their resistance, but it took effort. The only time I was almost unaware of their restriction was when standing still and they were more or less balanced and
