The handcuffs are something of a formality, really. Even without them Yukiko was helpless to fight back, but they served to ensure Yukiko felt as helpless as she was.
Listening for the clicking sound of the handcuffs ratcheting closed, Satoshi put his hand on her slim waist as he kissed her again.
"You're my pretty little doll, aren't you, Yukiko?" Satoshi pulled a short chain from his back pocket, and leisurely clipped each end to her nipple rings.
"I want to hear you say you were born to be a doll. Tell me you're meant to be used like a toy."
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Date: 2017-04-26 04:55 am (UTC)Listening for the clicking sound of the handcuffs ratcheting closed, Satoshi put his hand on her slim waist as he kissed her again.
"You're my pretty little doll, aren't you, Yukiko?" Satoshi pulled a short chain from his back pocket, and leisurely clipped each end to her nipple rings.
"I want to hear you say you were born to be a doll. Tell me you're meant to be used like a toy."