The new chain arrangement reduced my freedom of movement far more than I had ever wished for, and the knowledge that I would now be chained on the mat for a full 8 hours every night was awful. I tried not to think about it, but the image of the restraint I would be made to suffer through haunted my next hours. Far too soon Babs returned to the dungeon with a large bowl of vegetable mash soup and placed it on the floor.
“Come!” She commanded harshly, as though I was her pet dog. “Here is your lunch.”
I moved to stand before her, feeling my heavy leashes gradually tighten behind me then knelt with great awkwardness in front of her.
“Stop!” She barked before I was fully crouched down. “Hold still!” She took a short rubber hose from her pocket and screwed it to the fitting on the front of t
