Liam was right - they hadn't tried this before.Liam was right - they hadn't tried this before. Ropes, straps, lingerie and scarves, all of those they had used, but never chains. They had talked about it often, but she had never desired to wear anything that did not enhance her own beauty... but, then, she had never seen such finely wrought chains, either. There was nothing utilitarian about them. They were designed for only one purpose: to garnish the flesh of a captive with their hard, bright beauty. "They're lovely, Liam!" she exclaimed, bending to run her hands through the top layer of musically chiming links. "I thought so," he said, just a trifle smugly. "We've talked about it often enough, and when I saw these advertised I knew I'd found what we needed to make you even more beautiful, Cindy." "I should think so!" Cynthia lifted a fine chain wonderingly, watching it hang from her hand and flash in the light. She could still feel the chill of the snowfall in its heart, but its surfaces were warm to the touch. "I fact, I thought they looked so good that we wouldn't use anything else tonight," Liam said, eyes kindling with a fresh light of anticipation. "Are they adjustable enough for that?" Cynthia asked, half- doubtful and half-challenging. "You know how...elusive...I can be." "Sure I know. But I'll make a bet with you, Cindy. I won't use anything else - other than a suitable gag, of course - and if you can wiggle out of them you get to script all our bondage games for the next four months." "And if I can't wiggle out?" Cynthia asked challengingly. "Then I get to run them for the next four months, fair?" "Fair," Cynthia agreed after a moments thought. "But you only get to use the chains, right?" "I only get to use the contents of this package," Liam agreed. "All right, it's a bet then!" Cynthia announced. "fine, But in that case, I think you should put on some gloves, dear," Liam said, opening the drawer and removing a pair of elbow-length white silk gloves. He tossed them to her and she slid them on, smoothing the cloth over her arms with a slow, teasing finickiness as she grinned up at him. "Like this?" she asked coyly. |