Candy would definitely be perfect as part of a slave coffle being transported to her fate as an object for a Man's lust, or a Woman's for that matter. A cold cell where she is stripped and hosed down with cold water to baptise her to her fate. She would be fed gruel in a wooden bowl in her cell. and she would be awakened in the middle of the night to serve. Unfortunately, I had no don jon to confine her in. In its place was a quaint littles Air BnB with a metal frame headboard. She deserved worse.
Nobody so far that I've known of Pro models took to her chains as willingly and hungrily as Candy ("...of course she did...") The very first gig in which we created together, I had her strung up like a side of Woman meat to be taken advantage of. I must not boast though as I was only one shade of Neapolitan away from being vanilla. But you were all there once yourselves. I make no apologies for starting out simple and what is more simple than a lean and hungry slave harlot bound in leather manacles and iron chains, dressed in nothing but a black thong.
