Chapter Eighteen
I hang comfortably but completely immobile. With all the years of bondage, I have never experienced such tight and secure bindings than at Devotion Farm. The doctor’s two Asian trainers have amazing skills and after being stripped of my cape and gently showered and washed, I found them working fastidiously to strap broad fur lined strips of leather around my thighs and waist.
After having me stand on a small stool, various cables were attached to the bindings and my neck collar. When the stool was removed, I felt like I was standing in midair. My thumb rings remain attached to the back of my collar but otherwise the comfort is such that I find it strange that I cannot feel the floor beneath my feet.
The two diabolical women pause with arms akimbo. With all the connect
