Steel Shackles and Chains
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The cold bite of steel greeted me first.
My ankles were locked in heavy shackles, my thumbs pinched mercilessly in tight thumb cuffs, and my wrists imprisoned by broad metal restraints that felt as if they had been forged just for me. Thick, unyielding chains connected everything, pulling my limbs into submission and reminding me with every rattle that there was no escape.
Then came the gag. My mouth was stuffed and sealed, layers of tape wrapped tightly around my head until my jaw ached and not even the faintest cry could escape. Breathing was possible—but speaking, pleading, or begging was a distant fantasy.
And just when I thought it couldn’t get more intense, Mistress strapped a vibrator firmly between my legs. The constant hum sent pulses of unwanted pleasure through my body, teasing me, tormenting me, making me squirm against my bonds. But the chains held fast, the cuffs bit deeper, and every futile movement only heightened my helplessness.
All I could do was moan into my gag, my eyes betraying the mix of frustration and arousal she had so carefully crafted. There was no relief, no release—only the endless rhythm of steel, tape, and vibration, exactly as Mistress intended.