This vignette was inspired by a picture I found on the site of a JT girl (Japanese TN) named Yukki. Though not costumed the same or in the bondage, she wore her leash and was placed in a similar setting for the shot. Enjoy and allow your imagination to run with the thought of it happening to you.

 

A Night Downtown

by

Karen Anne Summerfield
Copyright December 2002

 

"Get out!" Julie snarled and tugged hard on my leash. "You said you wanted to go out dressed, Natasha. Well you are dressed and out! Now get out of the car!" She swung my legs out of the car and pulled on the second leash she held; the one connected to the choke chain collar I was wearing. Before getting out, she's positioned it high on my throat with the rings under my right ear. The tension both hurt and had cut off my air supply. Further resistance was futile. I leaned forward, gained my balance then stood up. Balancing on the unfamiliar eight-inch heeled platform sandals, which were locked on my feet. The painful tension relaxed once I was standing.

I was guided forward and she placed her arm about my small, corseted waist to steady me.

"Curb. Step up." Amid the loud rustle of PVC, clinking chains and ringing bells serving as earrings I walked about twenty feet then made to climb three long low steps. "Stop. Turn. Sit." She held my shoulders so I didn't fall until my thinly panty covered cheeks rested on a cold hard surface and her hands released their hold.

"Sit still, this will just take a minute." After hearing few clicks of the steel links, there was the unmistakably snap as a heavy padlock closed.

"You are to sit perfectly still until I get everything from the car set up. Stay!" Her rubber soled footsteps faded. The car's trunk opened the closed.

"Here is how this is going to work for you, if you do not obey your orders, Natasha. If you do not do exactly as I tell you, I’m going to leave you right here and you’ll be completely on your own to deal with the consequences of your disobedience. Do you clearly understand what I just told you?" I believed Julie, she was as pissed at me as she seemed, would carry through on her threat.

"Stay and do not move!" she warned.

I heard a dull thud on the pavement near my feet then the clicks of chain with another lock being closed. There were more soft sounds nearby that I didn’t recognize.

"Nearly set, Natasha. I’m going to remove the hood and we’ll get a few pictures. Be extra sure that when I remove your gag, you remain absolutely quiet, not a word. Do you still understand the consequences if you dare to disobey me?" I nodded again, affirming that I did. Julie loosened the drawstring about my neck then lifted the loose, opaque hood from my head.

I was next to the fountain in the large then deserted plaza before a downtown skyscraper! Dressed in an abbreviated black PVC French Maid’s uniform, it was nearly unbelievable that she’d done this to me! The end long chain fastened to the back of the wide collar about my neck had been locked around the brass fire department standpipe in the low wall of the fountain I’d been sitting on. The leash locked to my choke collar dangled free between my large breasts.

"Well, you did whine all day because I’d said I didn’t want to go out tonight. I think this setting qualifies as ‘out’. Don’t you?" she taunted.

"Let me get some nice picture for your collection." The first few will be natural light then I’ll turn on the flash and we can get some action pix. I know you’ll like them." Julie did just as she said and started to take pictures on the digital camera.

"OK, stand up and walk away from the fountain." When I did, I discovered that a heavy iron ball had been locked with about two feet of chain to the one connecting my ankle cuffs.

"If your leash isn’t enough to keep you from running away, that is," Julie giggled while continuing to take pictures. Near her on the pavement were two pet dishes; one filled with water and the other with the contents of the open can next to it. The rubber mat from our bathroom lay before them.

"OK, sit down there, Natasha." With difficulty because of my chains and the high-heeled platform sandals I wore on my net stockinged legs, I still managed to obey and sit on the empty pavement. She posed me several different ways then knelt close.

"When I remove the handcuff, you are to keep your hands behind your back until I give you permission." Only one of the cuffs was unlocked and the set was left to hang from my satin-gloved, right wrist.

"I’m taking out your gag. Remember – no talking. Not a peep, Natasha." It was unbuckled then redone to rest about my neck.

"I want some pictures of you eating your feed and drinking from the bowl." The water was highly chlorinated; she probably dipped it in the nearby fountain to fill it. The food was barely tolerable when I took a same bit between my painted lips, but not the worst thing I’d ever eaten.

"Remember … you’ve been warned.

She raised the camera for still another. Nothing happened. "I guess need another battery," she said as she walked towards her car parked in the street. My corset was highly uncomfortable in the position I was kneeling. To ease the strain I stood in time to see Julie drive away on the other side of the fountain. It disappeared from my sight around the first corner.

I wanted to scream. 'Stop! Come back! How can you do this to me?'

 

 

 

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