One moment that Tiny remembers was something so simple and quick that Lady Madeline surely has no recollection of it, but it was exciting to me. One of my chores as Lady Madeline's houseboy was to do her dishes. That is probably the one thing Tiny did every time he was in her apartment. One day while washing her dirty plates, wearing nothing but a pair of thong panties and my collar, Mistress walked into the kitchen and attached a leash to the collar. She then wrapped the end of the leash around a handle of a cabinet. She didn't tie it or lock it, just wrapped it. Tiny obviously could have moved, but of course Tiny would never unwrap the leash. Tiny was not going to move until she allowed it.
Tiny was only kept there for a short time while he did the dishes. And Mistress did not say much when she tied me there. But Tiny felt really secure. He felt so owned by her. Even with the ability to untie the leash, it felt as if Tiny was stuck in the most secure binding possible. He was stuck under the control of Lady Madeline, and it was the best feeling in the world.
