“Please, Dr. Samuels, I need the basin.”
He smiles graciously, stoops and pulls at the cords holding me in the hogtie. Ironically, two simple fingers can relieve me of hours of stress. The knots give. My legs straighten. The circulation rushes. I moan with the welcomed sensation.
“For you, a nice hot bath.”
He unties my leash and I know to stand, avoiding a directing and painful tug.
“But first, let’s see if this fits.”
From a large box he removes a bell, not small not overly large.
“For your cunny,” he announces with a smile.
Then comes some clothing. Red satin.
“Had it specially altered. Stay.”
He releases the leash and I obey, standing on toes as the hem is attached to my neck collar. With elbows remaining secured behind my back, the pleated folds drape over my entire form to
