Once her hands were behind her back it was a simple matter to place the collar. He knew that even wild frightened animals quieted once they were restrained. A horse once hooded could be taken out of a burning barn. An infant screaming with fear could be bundle in a blanket and would instantly stop.<br/><br/>It was impressive to see that same behavior in action. The manacles went click and Astrid was all out of fight. Definitely slave slut.<br/><br/>"No struggling, Good," He said, letting her know what acceptable behavior he would be expected next time.<br/><br/>His hand to the ring on the front of her pinch collar. He clipped the leash in place.<br/>A light tug on the leash. The slight pressure of the tongs of the collar and a command given calmly.<br/><br/>"Come," He said brought her with her back to the wall.<br/><br/>He stepped back to regard her beauty a moment. The rise and fall of her breasts. The sharp piercing gaze. That would need tamed. A little humility usually did the trick.<br/><br/>He moved his hands to her blouse. Caressing and massaging her breasts. His fingers slowly slipping under the material. stroking the flesh along her sides down to her hips and back again. Getting her use to his touch. He would be doing a lot of touching.<br/><br/>He tore open her blouse and pushed it over her shoulders so that it lay at her elbows behind her back. The only thing that protected her breasts was her bra.<br/><br/>His fingers traced over that seam. Watching her reaction as he cupped her breasts. Squeezed them until they shaped in foot ball oval.<br/><br/>His mouth descended. He sucked her nipple against the fabric of the bra. Wetting the bra material as he pressed down on her nipple with his teeth. He moved to the other and did the same.<br/><br/>A finger hooked over the top of the bra cup and pulled it down slowly as his tongue swirled along painting his saliva on her nipple. He tugged the bra all the way under as he blew on that breast letting the cool air of the room hit that wet.<br/><br/>He moved his mouth to her other one. Kissing and licking her there. Sucking her nipple in his mouth and chewing. His hand on her hip, the other on the breast he was working with his mouth.<br/><br/>Keeping her pinned against the cold wall as he worked her heat.<br/><br/>His hand moved around to her back. Fingers pinching her bra snaps until they released.<br/><br/>"You won't need this anymore." GoodFellow reassured her.<br/><br/>His eyes never left her breasts. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His mouth suckling the other. When her nipples perked he swapped places until he was sure her nipples were swollen enough for what he had planned neck.<br/><br/>"I have something much better," He said an octave deeper than before.<br/><br/>His hand into his Sporran. He produced a pocket knife and something else. He cut her bra strap and let it fall to the floor. His fingers pinching her nipples until they were heated and erect.<br/><br/>He held out his hand to show her two alligator clips connected by a chain.<br/><br/>"Silver's your color I think.  We'll try it first." He said.<br/><br/>He planned to deep set the alligator clip's to bite each nipple as fully as possible.<br/>Then they would be off. Her blouse behind her at her elbows. Her hands manacled at the wrist behind her. She wore nothing but the silver alligator clips and chain between them from her waist up.<br/><br/>They would walk slowly and the long leisurely way back to her dorm. GoodFellow would lead her using the chain at her pinch collar and speak to anyone they passed. Perhaps a light conversation as she stood quietly on the end of that chain.<br/><br/>And finally to her dorm room. Refreshing.<br/>