Stand up from the bench

Well, that’s surely your LAST strength.

You wiggle, trying to stand up, and finally manage to. Without any help from Linda’s.

But she does something: she leans down and ties your knees with one more pantyhose. Much tighter than the previous one, which still binds your legs just several inches below. Wasn’t it enough?

Wait, and why would she need that? Isn’t she going to set you free?

But okay, you promised to obey her in exchange for that orgasm.

Another pantyhose goes around your ankles, then your hands get tightly tied too.

You could moan questionly, but you don’t want to ruin the magic of the moment.

Her next move… well.

She ties a pantyhose around your neck again, making it a leash. But this time it’s so tight you are nearly choked!

But she doesn’t seem to care.

She takes the other end of the pantyhose leash and leads you to the store’s door.

You can only jump after her.

Wait, is she going to parade you around the street like that?

After all that happened, you don’t really care. A whore is a whore, in or outside the store.

But you are so dirty, and she is so elegant… you just don’t want to compromete her.

Though, it’s dark outside - it must be a late evening already.

And Linda doesn’t take you to the street - she leads you to the back alley, dark and dirty. There is nothing here, except for a big metal trash container. And it is open.

You even see something that looks like an access board, with few stair-steps, made of some old wood pallets.