Gold chains in her hands

Adriana's hands are not empty. You see a glint of metal sparkling through her fingers and when you gently pull open her fingers you find that in each of her small hands is a finely crafted gold chain.

"What are these?" You ask as you finger one of the coils nestled in her palm. At first you assumed they were heavy gold necklaces, but almost at once you realize that these are not jewelry that could be worn by a free woman in public. The ends of the heavier of the two chains are equipped with locking mechanisms, diminutive replicas of the much heavier bronze manacles that are used by slavers to secure newly acquired merchandise. You doubt that a chain like that, no thicker than Adriana's fingers, would be strong enough to hold a full grown man, but this pretty trinket is clearly designed for far less brawny wrists than yours.

After what Adriana just explained about how much she liked the mural of Persephone, there was no doubt about why she had this expensive little trinket. The other chain is even more surprising to find in the hands of a young noblewoman. The finely wrought chain is much lighter than the first although slightly longer, perhaps as long as your forearm; however this chain ends in tiny jaws that open and close to form perfect little rings too small even to fit around Adriana's slender fingers.

"Is this what I think it is?" You ask as you pick up the chain and take a closer look at the tiny teeth that line the inner edge of the ring. Adriana's pretty blush confirms your suspicion and you chuckle softly as you brush the chain across her breasts and see the nipples pucker against the silk of her scanty outfit. She does not speak, but her head nods just slightly.

"Have you tried these?" You ask, and once again there is the slightest head bob.

"Tell me." The command is curt, but it has the desired effect.

"They were a gift from friends of mine a couple years ago." She tells you. "I didn't know what they were at the time, and I let them show me how they worked." You laugh at the image of this sheltered virgin with her wrists chained and the gold rings clamped tightly around her nipples. "How did that feel, to have your own friends **** you like that?"

"At first, when they locked my wrists behind my back I thought it was kinda fun - in a kinky way." She whispers fiercely. Remember what I told you about Father's murals? They knew I had fantasies of being helplessly chained, and the gold chains looked just like the ones that Hades used."

"What about this?" You ask brushing the nipple clamps again against her peaked tips.

"Once my arms were secured, they pulled down my gown and pinched my teats until they ached." Adriana's hands wander to her breasts and gently teases herself through the tunic. "I begged them to stop, but they knew I was getting excited, only then did they show me the other chain, clamping the rings on so tightly I almost screamed - but I couldn't, not without being discovered by my family." The lovely brunette hesitates for just an instant until you prompt her to continue. "They refused to take them off until I..." she takes a deep breath "...until I licked them, each one ... to a climax."

"My, what a naughty little slut I've discovered!" You thought she might be irritated by your crude assessment, but she nods in agreement. "Did you ever try them again?"

"Three days later," she tells you, "when I was alone in my bed, I put the rings on myself." She must see the surprise on your face because she smiles mischievously and goes on. "It hurt, but I didn't care as I tugged on the chain and fingered myself like a needy ****." Adriana meets your gaze with her big brown eyes sparkling with excitement. "I've done it scores of times since, but in my fantasies it is always men who capture, strip and **** my tits before I am deflowered."

The invitation in her eyes is unmistakable.