My hands remained hooked to my breast chain. The girls liked the presentation. It was generally decided that the use of my tongue was more important than the use of my impinged hands. Also, to assure my continued servitude, inhibit any thoughts of escape, a hobbling chain was secured ankle ring to ankle ring.
Rather over done. Walking has always been difficult with Daddy’s deeply set rings. Plus where is a naked girl going to go? Still the chain mandated the tiniest of steps and suddenly, being walked about by Carlos, leashed by my cunny ring, allowed sun and fresh air, became nothing more than a pleasant memory.
Still the girls, dykes indeed, enjoyed having a club mascot... bound in iron. They quickly learned of the effectiveness of Daddy’s many deep piercings. That the slightest touc
