Chapter 839 The Journal Of A Pleasure Hostess(Taboo Fuck):>Ep27

• It came in two parts. First, a collar which I put around her neck so that it fitted tightly to her skin. A solid clip and chain secured it to the base of the bench to stop her head from moving upwards. The wide band of leather would protect her flesh from the second component. A box weave chain with a slip ring. I threaded the chain through loops on her collar and hooked it through the ring.
• "What are you doing?"
• Just a question. But hidden in it was the first hint of what I was seeking. It was more worry at the moment. She was asking, but I was sure she'd already worked out how her latest adornment would operate. Worry would become fear.