She was too pretty for pretty shackles. He’d gone to a local ironmonger himself, asked for
She was too pretty for pretty shackles. He’d gone to a local ironmonger himself, asked for the kind that they’d used to bind the slaves. It had costed him a few suspicious looks, but he was happy to brave passing judgement when the results were quite so spectacular. Cast iron, thick and heavy, and ugly as all hell. He’d had a hand running over them on the passenger seat the whole way home. She’d baulked. Of course she had. She was the girl of a hundred dresses, and almost as many shoes. She’d baulk at anything that didn’t have a designer label. But to see something so wilfully ugly, and something that she was supposed to wear, was almost too much for her. She’d shaken her head far before nodding, but eventually she’d said yes. That was the first test, and she just about passed. They sat on her badly, too loose and too heavy. It made her clunk where before she’d been graceful. He was stripping away her elegance, shackling her literally to bind her figuratively, keeping her low to the ground, because it was easier to bear their weight when she could rest her hands on something solid. He marvelled at her, watching how her movements changed into something more slow and considered. She complained, though, of course she did. And he listened, for all the good it would do her. Once he made a decision that tended to be the end of it. But in this she was persistent, and even though he felt himself softening to her cause, the thought of her bound by behaviour just as much as by literal means was too much for him to pass up. The shackles stayed. “Why do you want me to be so ugly.” She’d protested one day. He’d shrugged, a self satisfied grin settling happily across his lips. “Because you’re so beautiful the rest of the time. I enjoy the contrast.” She’d hmphed, and he’d smiled some more. The truth was he just wanted to see if it was possible to degrade her down to a lower state. The problem was that, even shackled by ugly iron, she managed to stay enticing and beautiful as all fuck. Oh well. Oh well, he says. -- source link
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