The New Arrangement

Adalyn locked the chain in place on a hook attached to the wall. On the other end was a black leather collar, which she gestured toward Kara. "Come on, girl, stand up. Come get your new outfit." Kara stared in shock. A collar? Chained to the wall? "Are you fucking serious? What am I to you, a dog?" Adalyn laughed heartily. "What? Of course not! I wouldn't chain up a dog!" She chuckled lightly, then drew in close to Kara, taking a seat in her bare lap and running a finger up her throat. "You ran away, Kara. I need to teach you why that's a bad idea, or you'll never learn, will you Kara bear?" Kara pouted. "Don't call me that, bitch. I'm not staying here. I'm taking my things and leaving." Adalyn smirked. "Oh? You know where they are?"

Adalyn sighed. "Kara, be reasonable. You just need to spend one month on the chain, then I give you your belongings back. This is simply discipline, it's only fair." Kara found herself at an impasse. The last thing she wanted was to be at Adalyns mercy again, much less on this odd chain setup she had here. But, she had to remember her predicament. Currently, all she had to her name were a pair of handcuffs and a large red bow, neither of which she could remove from her naked body. As much as she hated to admit it, Adalyn was her only way to get back to her old life.

Kara let out a long, disappointed sigh. "Put it on."

The collar gripped her neck tightly, only letting in the bare minimum amount of air. Kara lay on her side on the cold hardwood floor, her hands still chained behind her back, and her bare breasts hanging out. She crossed her legs over, attempting to gain some form of decency. Adalyn sat down beside her and pulled her legs apart. "Come on, what fun is that?" Kara's captor then proceeded to stroke her pussy slowly with her left index finger. She started out just grazing the edge, then began pushing further in with each stroke. Kara moaned, convulsing back and forth, the chain rattling with each movement. Adalyn stroked faster and faster, as though Kara was a puppet on her string. A year dropped down her cheek as she realized what was about to happen.

A puddle lay below Kara's legs. Attempting to move proves futile, leaving her with **** but to lay in it. Adalyn hopped to her feet, leaning over to kiss Kara on the forehead. "Goodnight, dear." She walked down the hall to her bedroom and shut off lights, leaving Kara alone in the dark.