Fuzzy pink cuffs

"How about these?" Silvia giggles as she pulls out a couple sets of fuzzy pink handcuffs. "I think they'd be perfect for a naughty, nasty little drow like you."

"Oh... well... uh..." Pooky stutters, remembering what happened last time she used those cuffs on one of her own slaves... "I think maybe we should..."

"Too bad!" Silvia chimes in a sing-song tone as she locks Pooky's left hand to the bedpost, and then her right hand with another set. "You don't get to choose, slave!"

"W-wait a minute, hold on!" Pooky pleads as she struggles against her fresh bindings. She is soon silenced when Silvia take's Pooky's own panties and shoves them into the Matron's mouth.

"Now, are you going to be good, or should I secure your ankles too?" Silvia says as she strokes Pooky's blushing cheek.