GoodFellow watched the brush drop. He saw her arms cross. She made her decision known. She had managed to hit every on button he had. He was fighting the development of a raging hard on.<br/><br/>He smiled. Could she make it any easier. Two choice she could have picked from, or his choice. And she chose his. This was his lucky day. They hadn't gotten thru day one and already she was on his menu.<br/><br/>Someone was just begging for his style of training. Definitely mandala material.<br/><br/>"Good choice," He said calmly and walked to the locker humming softly in that rich baritone.<br/><br/>It took a moment to open.<br/><br/>"Hmmmm... let's see...ahhh! " He mumbled quietly as he removed several items from various places on the shelves.<br/><br/>He stepped back and closed it solidly and locked it with that click. Turning he walked toward her. A pair of manacles at his belt and in his open hand.<br/><br/>"Pinch collar and leash." GoodFellow identified the items.<br/><br/>"You've seen them. Sharp metal points inward all the way around the collar keeps down neck injuries like whiplash. This one's adjustable."<br/><br/>He talked while he moved closer. His hands with the collar and leash in the direction of the table.<br/><br/>"Manacles first." He said as the pinch collar and leash fell free from his hands to the table , because in that instant he was on her with all the practice of a combat veteran.<br/><br/>His plan was to place her arms behind her with her wrist in the manacles. The pinch collar and leash would be next. Manacles first.<br/><br/>In that instant he had her hands. It went like clock work.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>