Andrew grabbed a chain and pair of padlocks from behind the couch Becky was sitting on before unfastening the woman's leash from her collar. He replac...d it with the chain, padlocking one end onto her collar and the other onto a floor hook discretely hidden beneath the couch."This is my slave," he said proudly.Becky was surprised when the tethered woman looked straight at her. Although there was slight pleading in her pretty hazel eyes, there was barely a hint of self consciousness at being. The light hurt her eyes when her face was finally exposed. Although she tried to look around she found that the bright daylight was too much and all she could actually see and recognise was the green grass by her feet.Now her hands were fastened behind her back and the corset was loosened and removed. Only to be replaced by a stiffer corset but without the electric wires. She was then led away to a large what appeared to be a stable area, with some 20 separate stalls but the stalls were more. You are allowed to continue. Now stand up." I immediately got to my feet. I wanted to rub my ass but I thought better of it. Crystal pulled out a large folded piece of coarse sandpaper out of her bag, placing it down on the center of the couch. "Sit." "On the paper?" "Yes, Michael, obviously on the paper." I did as I was told. My ragged bloodied skin came into contact with the very rough sandpaper. It was painful just sitting on it but I dared not move or shift once I was in a position.. Oh yeah, I liked that! We started dating as soon as I got my car, senior year of high school. This was going to be my intro to sex, I was sure of it. I daydreamed about her and sex all of my waking hours. What would she look like under her clothes? What were her tits like? How big were they? What would they feel like? Would she let me see them, touch them? I didn’t really have much of an idea of what the rest of her body would be like, or anyone else’s, for that matter. I just knew that her.