Chapter Eight
A Little Trot
The leather harness embraced me in a functional, possessive hug that demanded my complete obedience to whoever held the leash. Right now that was Gerard as he led me to a two-wheeled cart and Maribeth.
After dinner last night Ryan drew me out from under the table, removed the ring gag, but kept me tied and regagged me with mouth-filling packing, all held in with a thin cloth tied off in back. I stood beside him, dried c*m on my face, while most of the dinner guests paired off with a slave (or sometimes two for a threesome) and slowly disappeared to their rooms or separate cabins. Occasionally a muffled scream, in pain or ecstasy (I couldn’t tell, at this point there was very little difference between the two) floated through the walls. Maribeth was one of the
