Does Chain Hang Low Novels & Stories

Suddenly, his hands grasped my throat. Choking, gagging for air clutched at his hands with my own. The sting of power that lived within him struck me like an electric shock. “I think in the future you should think about your words more carefully before letting them spill out of that pretty little mouth. I’d so hate to see those lips ripped from your skull, Chief Darksyde.” He snickered before throwing me to the ground.

I placed these so that they were perfectly spaced. On the breasts, there was only one strip, but where the nipples would be, it was opened with a ring and pierced by a metal bar with a curved shape in the center to fit the tip of the nipple there. Another strip was above the breasts, ending with a collar. From the middle of the body, two chains connect from the waist strap. I know that they should go through in a pierced way, making an X, but that they should not restrict themselves if they were pulled. These chains connect at the end to the loop in the middle of the neck, and there was a good end left. If one wanted to pull hard, it would make the muscles of the whole body move. In my hands

I was working the late shift for awhile but I was changed to mornings about seven months ago and that is when my life got interesting. The days were blending together with seeing the same people and doing nothing new until I started working breakfast and lunch at the diner. I first seen him a month after my schedule changed and I have seen him most days since. I know he belongs to the local mc by the vest he wears with their logo but I have never really spoken much to him. He is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my life and I want nothing more than to speak to him but he says the bare minimum when he orders. I was lucky when I found out his name is Chains and I feel that fits this ma

I attached short lengths of chain to the screw eyes, and the dangling chains with quick links were now ready to be clipped onto wrist cuffs. These would just look like sturdy plant hangers to the casual observer; less innocuous would be the screw eyes I mounted in the baseboards on each side of the room, but these could easily be concealed until needed. I had additional lengths of chain on hand, already measured to the right length, with quick links ready to clip onto ankle cuffs. I attached them, coiled them up on the floor, and hid each of them with a small accent cabinet and a potted plant.

Close enough that my chest brushed her back. “Arms up,” I said. She raised them without hesitation. I took her wrists. Wrapped the soft leather cuffs around them. Buckled them tight. The chains rattled as I hooked them to the rig. I pulled the rope. The winch hummed. Her arms lifted higher. Her body stretched. Her toes left the floor. She hung there. Suspended. Beautiful. Vulnerable. Her small breasts lifted with the stretch. Her ribs showed. Her stomach tightened. Her legs dangled. Her pussy was completely exposed.

The female that stopped me from shifting before never came back, but I am very thankful that she warned me about the chain. Lincoln never reset the collar and chain, so I now have a little more moving room. I curl up into a ball, loosening the chain. Even more, I may not be able to remove the chain yet, but with the extra moving room, I can now manoeuvre my arms from behind my back to in front of me.

I think a little clean-up of it would make it look a lot prettier than it is currently. Hmm… Was it a stolen item? It was heavy and the chain was rather long, I think it would fall to just below my breasts. It looked like under all the grime the quality may be good… I’ll soak it in some vinegar. That would get it a little cleaned up.

This room is totally controlled by him but had a subtle decor that whispers both danger and indulgence at the same time The series of steel chains and cuffs hung on the walls were not new to me, I've seen a series of them. But the particular one that fascinated me was the thick red collar shining in its hangar It has the inscription “Red” on it. The stones that decorated the intricacies shone in the candle light “Is that…?” I asked, unable to finish my statement. He left me on the spot and walked to where the chain sat. He played around with it for a while,his eyes glinting with mischief but then he stopped.

In the corner of the huge room was a small exhaust and looking at that made me wonder if it was of any use at all. There were two stools, one in the middle of the left wall and one just randomly lying on the floor. The table was big but empty yet it looked very dirty with dark stains on it with random patterns. On the front of the wall was something very frighteningly amusing. Chains. Thick chains hung from the hooks on the left side of the front wall, now rusted brown while in the middle of the wall, at a higher ground, were heavy looking rusted metal handcuffs bolted into the wall, just below them, at a human length distance was another installation of shackles.

He gestured for her to collect the dangling chain between her knees. She lifted them and found the loops at the end. Tugging one nipple out, she threaded the ring through it. Moving to the other, she did the same. Then rounded and let her arms hang as he took the remaining chain and cinched it around the indentation of her waist to hook around her back.