He buckles it tightly. He takes my wrists and cuffs them behind my back. He slips the hasp of a padlock through the staple on the buckle and clicks it...shut."Turn around, Fifty," he says flatly.I see he's holding a leather dog's leash. He clips it to my nose ring. "Are you enjoying this, Fifty?" he says.I blush. The truth is that I am. He knows. I don't have to say. He's holding the leash in one hand, gripping my arm with the other. I can't help comparing his decisive grip with how Joe touches. Later, as we were checking in at the Embassy Suites, I was conflicted on whether I would accept his offer to visit his suite. After I completed my check in, I turned and he was standing there. “I’m in suite 9502; see you at 7:00 PM,” he said. Before I could respond, he turned and headed to the elevators. Later, in my room, I was trying to decide if I was going to go to his room. But at 7:00 PM, I was standing outside suite 9502. As I reached to knock on the door, it opened and I heard him say,. .. then she turnson a tap.. and I go.. feeling her hand directing the flow into the porcelainbowl. Oh.. I feel so embarrassed, so helpless, so.. ooh... I've finished soshe's cleaning my cock with cold water, making it really clean. It's cold.but... she concentrates on the rim of my cock head and I almost fall..."such a helpless slut aren't you? You long to be treated like this, bound,with someone having to do everything for you? Hmm... dirty little creaturearen't you?" she continues to murmur. " Why not both? The pretty ones don't cost any more, and you gain a workof art in the bargain," Archibald said. He was running fingers throughhis own hair, grabbing loose strands and doing his best to keep themorganized. Did he look skinnier as well? "It's nice to have something tolook at, to ease the eyes." Unless your idea of art is a hairy toad, Gaston is hardly a fineexample." Frederick's voice seemed to change as he rolled over the name,pronouncing it with a French lilt that stood in.