I glared when he tugged the collar and my first instinct as always was to yank back despite the pain the collar inflicted. But I stepped forward and let him lead on. The rational Astrid I usually kept gagged in the back corner of my mind was doing cart wheels of joy and I was temped to gag her again and shove her to a far corner. I hated being rational almost as much as obeying someone else.<br/><br/>I felt like a dog on the end of his leash, one of those ones you see with the mouth guard to keep it from biting people, with the clips, collar and manacles I felt like that dog displayed as being disobedient and made an example of. I couldn't wait to get back to my dorm, I longed for a cigarette and a drink and to remove the blasted collar and clips as soon as physically possible. I wanted a few moment to myself to plot, it was abundantly clear out witting him would be a sight harder then out smarting 'Owner'. I didn't want to go through this again any time soon so needed time to think of a new strategy since this one wasn't working so well. One this was clear though next time her asked me to sweep a damn sand painting into the trash I'll sure as hell do it.<br/><br/>I grumpled just thinking about it, I'd been stupid and careless and now was paying for it dearly. I wished again that he'd been stupid and easy to manipulate. Men who get mad can be predicted, men like him who are calm are far harder to anticipate, making my life far more complicated.<br/><br/>The manacles were started to rub and itched enough to start bothering me. I twisted my fingers and wrists causing them to make a bit of noise while I tried to adjust them to a more comfortable place. I crossed my mind to ask him to remove them since it was obvious I wasn't going to be running anywhere but let the idea go. The price for such a favor would likely be far higher then I'd be willing to pay. Besides I'd had more then enough of his 'choices' today.