Chapter Seven
Chat Doom
First I made him strip. Then I led him into my incredibly well stocked playroom.
The mere sight of all my kinky equipment had knees that had been weak since his first glimpse of me in all my exotic gothic regalia – spiky streaked hair, shiny thigh-high boots, executioner’s mask, black latex top with cutouts exposing my breasts and matching, monstrously endowed p***s pants – start shaking. Good! Solving this problem for him I forced him to kneel. Then, just as I’d warned him, I proceeded to put him into impossibly painful, restrictive, and inescapable bondage.
I locked a wide, thick, devilishly contoured collar about his neck. This held his head up high, allowed it to tilt only backward and utterly prevented him from turning it side to side. After that I pulled
