“My pleasure,” she said, shaking her head. “No wonder the woman wants to lock that thing up. I’d keep it all to myself too. Well, just let me get my gear out while Goddess Jia ties you up. You ain’t screamed for me in way too long, baby.”
While Shanelle removed parts of her body suit (leaving but a harness about her torso and hips), Jia fitted that contraption of rings and straps about her slave’s head and mouth. Lovely. Then she secured a pair of those manacles about his wrists.
“Raise your arms up high.”
Jia grabbed Thrall by the waist and lifted him easily into the air, so that he could slip the short chain between his cuffs over the hook he’d recently driven into the center of the ceiling. Once he was hung by his hands she used the other set to lock together the feet dangling only a
