Chapter Twenty-five
“Look what I have for you, Sammy!”
My skilled metal working ex con has delivered the finely crafted additions to Sammy’s garb of bondage. I hold up the collection of slim chains which match those adorning his torso, arms and legs.
“A training bra for my little girl, “ I enthusiastically declare.
Two large loops of steel are connected by chains, one short, one long. Since I describe the configuration as a bra, it becomes evident to Sammy that the large circles will surround those useless male breasts, to be held in place by chains which will circle his torso and be connected to the two vertical chains running from the front and back of his neck collar to his waist band.
“Come here pumpkin,” I pleasantly command.
Sammy smiles coyly. He is both fascinated and bashful
