“No, Master!” I whimpered, totally defeated and now very frightened at what I had committed myself to.
They left the dungeon and I was alone, once more in tears at my stupidity.
That evening at 5:45 pm, Thomas and Babs returned to the dungeon and dragged me by my neck leash to the fixing bars then fastened me securely. I was given no chance to plead or beg, for the feeding gag was immediately forced into my mouth and locked and then I was freed and pulled harshly into the small cell. The two short leashes were quickly fastened to my waistband and collar, and only then did Thomas crack the shackles of my regular leashes and take them out to be hung from the ring in the main cell. Now, I could only shuffle out to the ends of the bath cell’s two metre lengths of chain.
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