An underground parking garage

Eventually the limousine rolled to a stop.

"Would you put your legs up for a moment?"

The request was clearly addressed to Anna and not to John, since John's legs weren't in a position to be put anywhere. His arms were starting to get a little sore from the armbinder, but his ankles and neck weren't doing too badly. It helped that his body was parallel to the direction of motion, so normal driving had only chafed him moderately against his bonds.

Anna lifted her stockinged feet off of John's genitals and placed them against the couch opposite her. After a moment's delay, John heard the bartender slap a button. His neck and ankle bindings remaining in place, he felt the floor underneath him sink down as the panel inverted.

There was a brief moment when he was choked to the point of being unable to breathe, and then the neck and ankle restraints popped open, depositing him into a glass tube. Before he could react to the impact, there was a loud rushing sound, and he was sucked headfirst down the tube.

About half a second later, John exited the tube. He had just enough presence of mind to pull his head up before he impacted the ground outside.

Actually, it wasn't painful pavement like he was expecting, but a thick red felt carpet. Realizing that he was lying completely prone on the ground,John made to get up, and discovered that sitting up is pretty difficult when you don't have the use of your arms or feet. After a moment's thought, he realized that if he turned onto his side (but not his back, he didn't want to crush his arms), he could use his abdominal muscles to pull himself up, and if he swung his torso in a circle towards his legs while tucking in one of his feet, it was actually not that difficult.

Now in a sitting position, John looked around him at his surroundings. He appeared to be in some kind of small underground parking garage, although it was mostly devoid of cars. The carpet he was sitting on led to a plain door in one wall of the enclosure ---

---And Anna was squatting down directly in front of him with a broad grin on her face, holding something. Grabbing his cock with one hand, she fitted some kind of translucent cover onto it. It was a kind of mesh, with rope woven into it, which exited at the front, continuing to a loop that she held slipped around her wrist. She then gave a swift tug on the rope, and the cover tightened around John. Opening the palm of her hand, she revealed a second item. This was a clear ring, open at one side, which she fitted around the base of his penis, snapping it shut, then rotating it a few times. The ring clicked and grew smaller as she rotated it.

Satisfied, she explained, "This is to keep you from embarrassing me at the ceremony."

"Walk him down a few paces, would you?" The driver of the limo called out from behind John.

Anna brushed her hand briefly against John's cheek before standing up, turning, and striding forwards towards the unmarked door. Since the rope was only about four feet long, it took only two paces for it to grow taut, transferring the **** into the sheath, effectively squeezing John with the entirety of Anna's arm strength.

"MMMMH"

John hurried into a kneeling position, walking forwards a couple of steps on his knees. The chrome spheres on his feet rendered it impossible to balance standing up, so this posture represented the maximum forward mobility available to him. With the cord no longer taut, he paused, admiring Anna's well-rounded ass as she stood just inches ahead of him. She hadn't been lying about the opportunity to get a close-up view.

He felt a hand grasp the ankle of his foot that was further behind him, pushing it forward to line up with his other foot, then releasing it a moment later. Lifting is foot up experimentally, he discovered that he could no longer move it more than about 8 inches away from his other foot.

He turned his head back to try to see what had been done to him, and felt feminine hands grasp his head from either side, holding it in a forwards facing position and tilting it up slightly. Another set of hands clipped a leather posture collar around his neck. The collar reached up to his chin, and essentially prevented him from facing his head anywhere except straight ahead. A separate item was wound around his face and fastened in the back, holding black blinders that reached out a few inches to either side of John's face, further restricting his vision.

Only when the gear was fixed in place did Anna turn around and glance down at John, smirking.

"You know, we still have plenty of time before the ceremony, so it isn't really necessary to put all that on just yet, but I figured hey, it's no fun to only go partway." Anna's breasts peeked out of her corset as she looked down at John, but he had to tilt his shoulders back to see all the way to her face. Her expression told him not to expect any mercy today.

"Do you mind?" Asked the busty bartender from earlier. Anna shook her head briefly, and the girl stepped into John's line of sight, receiving his leash courteously.

"We'd like to explain the gear we're using today, and give you a few tips."

"First of all is the leash. It translates pulling **** to compressing ****. You've already seen that it's quite effective for leading your sub, even when he's being a bit lazy. But you can also have a bit of fun."

She turned and started walking leisurely down the carpet. Her flashy gold mini dress clung to her ass as she walked. John discovered that he had to shuffle pretty briskly to keep up, with the chain keeping his ankles together. A moment later, she started making short, fast tugs on the leash, which translated to short, hard squeezes on John's member. It was a little bit painful, but he found himself growing unbelievably aroused, his erection twitching. Anna tittered.

"It's a good thing we tried this out now, you've got the ring on way too loose. We'll be lucky if we get him to the door at this rate," The driver exclaimed from a few paces to the right of John, completely invisible to him.

Holding John's dick with one hand, she tightened the ring another three clicks with the other, explaining: "In order to suppress him effectively, the ring should be clearly narrower than the bulk of his penis, like this."

With that, she stepped back out of view, and the other girl resumed walking forwards slowly. She continued to explain how the ankle chain means that you can walk comfortably at your own pace without having to let the leash go slack, and how the combination of posture collar and blinders keep your sub's eyes where they ought to be.

John tried to focus on the explanation so he could understand the gear that had been put on to him, but found himself distracted by little slaps to the butt and flicks to the balls from what was evidently Anna. He could tell from the brief glimpses of her hair when she moved in front of him. With his arms **** together behind him, his feet encased in spheres and chained together behind him, and the pressure from the leash unrelentingly leading him forwards, he was completely powerless to defend himself.

"Wow, this is fun, we should really do this more often!"

"Mmm!"

As the two girls finished up their explanation to their distracted audience, the holder of John's leash stopped and passed the leash to Anna, "You can take him the rest of the way to the door over there, and we can finish the preparations inside."

Anna received the leash eagerly.