The pain of the collar had cut through the fog of desire that had been gathered in my mind. Thou my body buzzed with pleasure, heat seemed to be burning me everywhere he touched, my breathing was still eratic and small sounds still escaped me I felt more myself the pain was familiar even if everything else I was feeling wasn't.<br/><br/>I didn't like his fingers touching me though my clothes but after a few minutes I stopped squirming and trying to escape his skilled fingers and held still, it was no use trying to escape him chain to the wall as I was. A traitorous thought teased me say I held still to see what else he'd do; tempting me to buck wildly against him to scream loudly and protest with everything I had but I didn't all he'd done was touch me and it would be a pointless act anyway chained as I was. But he had another thing coming if he though I'd be as cooperative without being bound.<br/><br/>With that defiant thought in mind I smiled, pleasure snaked through me a I pushed away the desire to just let him do what he wanted. I nursed the anger that eagerly came to me. I focused on it and held myself ridged. Taking a deep breath I tried to think of anything but what was happening to my body, I counted my breaths and slowly brought my breathing back to normal.<br/><br/>Desire washed through my body and I quivered when it did but I held firm against it, defiant, I liked what I was feeling there was no denying that fact but I didn't choose it as Goodfellow would say so didn't want it, and because of that wouldn't let myself enjoy a moment of it.