By bondagegimp
Afternoon Nap
It was a short walk from the car to the house. With the bar between my legs, it wasn’t easy to walk, but he just kept pulling on the leash, and I had to limp after him. I tried to grab the leash with my hands so he wouldn’t pull on my neck, but the fist mitts that were locked on made that impossible; I had to let him pull me to the house by my collar. I barely had time to look around the house; he pulled me straight up to the stairs.
Climbing the stairs was even more difficult with the bar between my feet, of course; I had to brace myself with my hands on the floor. Once at the top, he pulled me into the bedroom. He said he wanted to rest a bit after the drive, so he took off my shirt and threw me onto the bed. He took a chain from the top of the bed and attached it to my collar with a lock. It was long enough for me to move, but too short for me to sit down. Now he grabbed my feet, removed the bar, and connected my feet with a short chain, which he then tied to the bottom of the bed. This chain, too, had enough slack for me to bend my legs, but not so long that I could have gotten out of bed. With just a few simple moves, he had me secured to the bed, naked except for my diaper, lying there in front of him.
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