A few minutes later, Doris was standing on a stone floor in Andrea's basement. Naked, her wrists were chained over her head, encased in leather and steel bracelets. She could see her pretty breasts protruding forward, the nipples red with excitement. Her freedom of movement was restricted to just a single step in any direction, with the chain keeping her in place. After chaining her this way, Andrea had left. She said that she had to get dressed. Her sole companion was a mirror set in the wall, and Doris looked at herself, wondering just what Andrea had in mind. She had gone from admiring herself from one mirror to another -- except that this mirror would see her in ways that no other mirror would.

"Well, Doris, having a good time?" asked Andrea.

"Andrea," she answered as she turned around, twisting the ceiling chain.

Andrea was now wearing a leather bodysuit, gl...

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