The Reverend laughed as the bitch came, her body twitching and bucking on her torture chair. It was a delight to watch, and the sounds coming out of the woman were definitely inspiring him to perform much more holy work on her tight little body.  He stood over her, watching every last drop of pleasure play across her humiliated face, making sure she could see him laughing at her helpless orgasm, making sure she knew everyone in the building was listening to her as she came.  He stepped forward, very close to her now, and leaned in, bringing his lips to hers.  "Very nice performance, cunt," he whispered, and let his lips graze hers in the softest kiss imaginable. And then, before he pulled away, his hand gripped the vibrator still buzzing away in her and just jerked it out of her with one serious pull, and then wiped the glistening thing a few times back and forth on the hair covering her shoulder.  "Ugghhhh, look at the mess you made!"<br/><br/>Finally, he reached into the bottom drawer, slowly, so she could wonder what he as pulling out from this treasure chest of horrors, and grinning at Mordecai.  Out came a pretty dog collar, a leather one, thick, and stained with dog sweat and drool, and with the name Princess pressed into it with studded sparkly stones. The Reverend chuckled.  "Well aren't you the lucky Princess, " he said, slowly sauntering back to her, watching her trying to catch her breath without taking any more pain from the nails digging in to her soft flesh -- a losing proposition for sure. "Looks like the previous Princess wasn't a poodle, so you might get to keep breathing." He opened the buckle and wrapped the leather around her throat, lifting her hair so it went all the way, around, and then buckling it shut snugly around her neck.  He watched her and saw her still breathing, so he attached the first padlock to the buckle. "Ok girl, now we lock you in, so no amount of fussing with it or playing with it will let you out, or loosen it even a bit -- unless of course your Master's decide."  He laughed, clearly letting her know he included himself in that group.<br/><br/>Next he took the leather leash, just as thick and strong and well-used around the place for the restraint of willful animals, most now long dead. He clipped it onto one of the several rings protruding from the collar, just to the left of the capital P in Princess.  "Now aren't you a cute little Princess...yes you are!" and he scratched her under her chin, his voice talking to her like a little dog.  "Let's get you out of here and take you for a walk so you can play with your friends. I'm sure they miss you sooooo much and just can't wait to see you." And now he was laughing again, so looking forward to play time.  "Hey Boss, can we video tape this?  Play time is going to be great!" he called out, as he slowly released her from the straps binding her down onto the chair's nails. Finally she was free, but it was still no simple move for her to get off the thing, now that she'd squirmed and wiggled her way down onto more than a few of their sharp points.<br/><br/>"Come on girl, come on!" he stood near the door, the leash fully taut in between her collar and the end in his fist, and he gave it a solid tug. "Come on girl, you've got three seconds to get your ass out of that chair before I just pull you out." He gave her a such a look, that he really meant it.  In fact he more than meant it. At this point, the throbbing inside his pants was all but demanding he do something to this bitch, and soon. But he wanted to be a Professional about this, and he was keeping it in his pants still. AT least for now. But he couldn't wait much longer, not with her naked body trembling in the chair, collared, and leashed to the leather strap in his fist. No, not much longer.<br/><br/>He watched her extricate herself, snickering at how she moved, still breathless from her public performance over the loudspeakers.  He stepped forward as she stood in front of the chair, and lashed out at the back of her legs with his heavy boot, kicking her knee and forcing her down to the ground.  "Bitches crawl. Learn your place quick Princess, or you'll be sorry -- well, sorrier."  he turned and left the room with a wink to Mordecai and long strides down the hall, holding tight to her leash and feeling the tension on her collar as he didn't bother slowing down to make it easy for her to keep up. He wanted her not just crawling, he wanted her scurrying after him on hands and knees down the hallway's hard floors.<br/><br/>Finally, he stopped her at the cage, and led her in. He kicked at the slut who was already there, pretty little thing but her tits sure looked sore. "Out of the way. A Princess is here." and then he tugged on Princess's leash, making sure to kick the other girl out of the way once more, so she believed that Princess was getting special treatment -- being caged with 2% less disrespect than the other two cunts, yes, special treatment.  The Reverend chained her to the ring in the floor, by the chain to her collar, locked it, and left her in the cage without a second thought.  Well, he did have a second thought and a few third thoughts as well, but he kept them to himself, at least for the moment.  There'd be plenty of time to share them with Princess later.