The chains wound around her wrists held her arms securely in front of her. She couldn’t move them without feeling the tug of the metal. Not moving was probably a good idea though. The outfit he’d had her wear tonight didn’t exactly cover much. Every time she twisted, or changed positions in any way, she worried if someone was seeing something they shouldn’t.
It was what she’d wanted, however. Exhibitionism had always been a curiosity of hers, and tonight he was letting her explore it.
The sound of his boots alerted her to his presence. “Ready to go, my pet?”