She's taking them, of course

"I love the ways these look..." Silvia says as she gently plays with one of Pooky's pussy chains. "...and taste..." She adds after a sultry lick.

Pooky blushes and moans as she instinctively tries to close her legs, knowing full well the cuffs will keep her on full display. Her leaky lips start to part on their own, inviting something - anything - to explore that warm, wet, and inviting hole.

The whole bed reeks of the Matron's wanton desire now. It's a sickly-sweet odor not too distant from maple syrup (no doubt a result of Pooky's sugar-centric diet of cookies, cakes, and whatever candy she can acquire from the over-world), with just a hint of something else...

"As cute as these look on you, I'm afraid a simple slave like yourself just can't be permitted to keep them..." Silvia says as her mouth makes contact with Pooky's pussy.

The Matron cries out in a muffled orgasm as her body ripples and jiggles in the throws of passion. Her hairtrigger pushed past the point of no return by the constant teasing she's been enduring. Pooky sprays like a fountain, getting her fem cum all over Silvia's face and into her hair.

Silvia giggles as she wipes the sticky fluid away from her eyes as more of it dribbles down her chin. "Just for that, you don't get to keep anything."

Pooky twitches at that statement, sucking even harder on her panties as drool starts to dribble down her chin.

Silvia grabs ahold of Pooky's plentiful thighs, her hands sinking into the soft, yielding flesh like a baker handling fresh dough. She inches closer to the Matron's swampy, odorous treasure once more. She picks up the first of Pooky's slimey pussy chains using only her tongue, and starts sucking on it like a piece of spaghetti.

Pooky's eyes water as she screams in pleasure into her once-valuable-but-now-ruined panties. The clip-on chain tugs ever-so-perfectly on her puffy labia, stretching it just slightly before coming off with a *pop!*

Silvia sits up and smiles at her captive lover, the chain dangling against her chin, and the clip resting on her grinning teeth, shining like a grill (Pooky's heard the younger drow like to do that, for reasons she doesn't understand).