He promptly passed the leash through the ring and pulled on it until her high heels almost left the floor. Then he secured the leash in that position.... She was held firmly into position has any attempt at a step in one direction or another would pulled on the collar and strangle her. Beside, the ankle spreader made any foot movement now almost impossible.He left the room to come back with a tripod and a camera and placed it in front of her. Once set up he walked round her with a small box in his. The afternoon was one of reminiscence and story telling, with much "do you remember..." and "what happened to..." The pub rocked to our laughter.During the course of the story telling Diane and I got divided. The sailors, however, did not let Diane become excluded. She was included in every round of drinks bought. They seemed to consider it a point of honour to ensure her glass was always full and that she was included in the conversation. Diane was engrossed with the boisterous tale-telling. ”“So I see.” I smiled. “You smudged your lipstick.”At least she had the good grace to blush and Charlie got up to get a round in.“Charlie just wanted a word, darling,” she said hastily.“Katie,” I said quietly and took her hand, “you know I’m fine with what you’re doing, well, with what we’re doing, but please don’t lie to me, if you want to see Charlie, just say so, yeah?”Charlie returned then and placed our drinks down with an embarrassed grin.“Should I say sorry, mate?”“Yes,” I said leaving. “Best tip I ever got….thanks!” Then he was gone as the click of the electronic locks restored our privacy. I was about to admonish her but I never got the chance. “I see you’re back,” she smiled at my renewed vigor, “we eat now.” This was no erotic “9 Weeks” kitchen floor food play. We ate hungrily, eyeing each other’s nakedness as we replenished our sapped strength. Sated with food, my thoughts began to linger to what lay ahead. She ate on. She needed to refuel from her audition this.