He already had it chained up, she wondered why he need to catch her waist against. She tilted her head back wanting to glanced at the man. She was starting to see him in a very different light. He wasn't a simple man, he was a man who had her tied up and had seized control of her. If she had known allowing him to handcuff her would of lead to this then she would of fought harder.<br/><br/>She was surprised when he took the time to slip of her heels. She became much shorter. Her three inch heels had allowed her a good amount of height but truly she was only 5'4. She heard a drawer open, she knew he was coming with another restraint, she did try to pull forward. "Now wa-" his hand caught her cheeks squeezing and forcing them to open wide. She tried jerking her head back but there was no where to go as he managed to get the gag in place.<br/><br/>He tugged at the wig exposing the red locks neatly tucked up into a bun. It allowed him to lock the gag into place keeping her from spitting it out. He would explain his reason but she was not amused. There was an annoyed sound in her throat as he moved around and took her in.<br/><br/>She wondered how she look, all tied up the way he wanted. Her chest pressing forward, her legs only allowed to spread so much and with a gag keeping her pouty lips parted. It seemed he enjoyed the view, even his touch seemed to echo his admiration.<br/><br/>She felt like a piece of art.<br/><br/>He finished it off with the necklace. The rubies might match her cheeks if he kept it up. She shouldn't feel so flustered but- this was no longer about the necklace, she felt like they were past that, This was different, she shouldn't feel so aroused not went it ache when he pulled at the leash but she did.<br/><br/>There was another noise, as if she was annoyed. She was, with herself. She would move forward, a small step at time. She could feel each movement causing the chain to tighten in different ways, it pulled at her nipples, it pulled at her lips. That annoyed noise would soon be a whimper by the time she made it to the door. This seemed like a punishment, she had to focus on her movement it was most likely a show for him. Seeing how she consentrated, how her breathing picked up, how the saliva began gathering at the corner of her lips. It was hard to swallow down.