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I could see her erect clit now and pinched it hard. I thought to myself, if only she hadn't been such a bitch.I would have enjoyed seducing her though I had no idea if she was bi at all.The pain must have penetrated her subconscious because she moaned audibly.I wondered if I had provoked or altered an erotic dream.
She was oblivious to everything as she headed for her first night club, so it was easy to follow her unnoticed. A light chain was connected to a ring on the bracelet, and when I raised my wrist higher, I realized the chain was linked to my other wrist restraint, and also to leather ankle cuffs, and to something around my neck! I was naked, alone, chained, and I had no idea what had happened. I needed to pee, so I managed to stagger to the toilet to relieve myself, taking short choppy steps. There was no seat on the toilet, just the porcelain bowl.
Author's Note: We were asked by several to write a new story and we are back now. A Model in Chains"From Grad School to Slave School: A Vacation in Chains Chapter 1"Now, you prissy Bitch. This is your personal Hell week." Of course she couldn't hear me. She wouldn't wake up until tomorrow morning, and would remember little.
This one explores even deeper fantasies of my beautiful Asian co-author, whose character is again the victim. Meanwhile we are wrapping up something new and exciting. I had some time yet to gloat and revel in the anticipation of what was to come. I looked down at the naked body of my teacher's assistant. Though she dressed much more conservatively than me and most of her other female students, it just made men and women drool to see more.
Besides being alone and naked, I wanted her to wake up with a hint of what was in store for her.
A shiny steel collar that she could not remove would catch her attention.