Chapter Twenty-six
My Newest Sleeping Chains
That afternoon, both Thomas and Babs returned to the cell, and I was immediately taken to the fixing bars and fastened there, facing away from my mattresses. I faintly heard them murmuring behind me for a few minutes then came the whine and rhythmic pounding of a hammer drill on the tiles and cement under them. It happened four times, and then there was only the rattling of chains for a few minutes after that. Some minutes later, Babs freed me from the fixing bars, and I turned in time to see Thomas’ back when he was leaving the dungeon.
“Come over here!” She commanded, grabbing the chain going from the centre front of my chastity bra to the bottom of my collar and pulling hard on it. “I want you to see the nice new sleeping chains you will w
