Naked But For A Chain

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““Well,” she said, and Tina handed her a shiny, silver chain, around three or four feet long, “When I said ‘something to wear’, you may have misinterpreted me.” Her hands returned to my neck with the chain and I felt her fumbling. Then we she lowered...

“Well,” she said, and Tina handed her a shiny, silver chain, around three or four feet long, “When I said ‘something to wear’, you may have misinterpreted me.” Her hands returned to my neck with the chain and I felt her fumbling. Then we she lowered her hands, the chain was still between her fingers, but I realised that the other end was attached to me. More specifically: it was attached to the collar around my neck. The long chain hung between us and Lisa stepped back, taking up some of the slack. I was still staring at her, my mouth open.

“So, anyway,” she said, watching my reaction carefully, “Something to wear…” She tailed off, waving the chain back and forth, her fingers holding a thin leather loop at the other end. I felt its movement translated through a gentle tugging of my neck from one side to the other.

‘Something to wear’ was not the same as ‘an outfit’. She had never said ‘an outfit’. I felt suddenly angry at her that she had misled me, but I couldn’t really pinpoint where.

“But…” I started to say. But I can’t stand around like this.

Lisa stepped towards me and cut me off, speaking quietly and softly. “Most people are already here,” she said, “So…” She stepped back again: so there was no need for me to embarrassed, she didn’t need to say, because everyone had already seen me like this.

That wasn’t the point, but I couldn’t think straight.

I looked around the room: there were half a dozen more people here than last time I had counted, and I knew none of them. In a way, Lisa was right: it couldn’t get any worse. Could it?

I took a deep breath and took another sip of gin and tonic.

“I need to say hello to some people,” Lisa said, seemingly having decided that my fate was settled. “Here,” she said, handing the end of the chain, my chain, to Adam, “You two should get on just fine.”

I felt myself suddenly awkward again. Adam held the chain with a wry smile on his lips and I didn’t know what to say. I guess, if I could pick anyone in the room, if I were to choose who would be holding a leash with me on the end, then Adam would be my choice. The tingle between my legs fired again.

Read the rest of A Very Grown-Up Party, and 11 other ENF stories, in Just ENF

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