Naomi refuses to wear the leash

You look at the leash you’ve been handed, it has a leather handle, but the rest is made up of small steel links. Something scares you about this place, but at the same time, you can’t help but feel aroused by the thought of what you can do to Naomi while you’re here. She’s been giving you a bit of attitude lately at home, and maybe it’s time to put her in her place.

Before you exit the room, you try to clip the leash onto the little ring at the front of Naomi’s leather collar, but she raises a hand and stops you, glaring at you.

“You’re not putting that on me as well,” she says. “Don’t you think the collar is humiliating enough.”

“Relax,” you say. “Everyone will be wearing them.”

“Not me.” She folds her arms.

“Is there a problem here?” the security woman asks.

“No—”

“Yeah there is,” Naomi says. “I’ll wear the collar, but I’m not wearing a leash like some pet.”

The security woman smirks, then looks at the man beside her, together they grab Naomi by the arms and drag her away, she kicks, screams and flails her elbows around, but it does no good as another security officer arrives on the scene to help drag her away. All you can do is stand there in shock while she’s taken from you.

After a couple of minutes, the security woman returns.

“Go to your hotel,” she says. “You can collect your **** tomorrow.”

You look into her eyes for a second before leaving.