We moved on, Anne-Marie holding a short chain leash that she had clipped to my belt and me following just behind her, my feet dragging in their heavy-soled boots. This area of the club was certainly for the more serious; the costumes were more dramatic and in many cases more extreme, to the extent that one male slave, his head encased in an eyeless leather helmet and his arms caught up behind him in a leather sling affair, wore nothing more than a ring set into his foreskin from which a slender steel chain allowed his red leather-clad mistress to lead him. Other slaves, males and female and those whose gender it was impossible to guess accurately beneath layers of rubber and metal restraints, either followed their masters and mistresses in helpless and often blind obedience or waited mutely wherever they had been left, sometimes with leash chains clipped to handily placed hooks, sometimes strapped tightly to steel pillars that rose from floor to ceiling at strategic intervals.
