| Liz tugged with her leg against the pressure of the shackle. That inflexible steel circlet, locked insolently about her slim ankle, its chain padlocked to the bed frame, had been her constant companion for the last three days. An eternity, it seemed. It continued to hold her, perfectly. She almost wept with frustration. The steel cuff was not very large, obviously too small for a man, but perfectly sized for her. Because of the width of her foot and ankle, there was no way for her to slip it. It was locked on her body. It was not a magic trick, or a toy one might purchase at the adult bookstore. She felt its curved smoothness, the links of the chain, flexible but unyielding. It was steel, and heavy, and well made. Its sole purpose was to confine and restrain a female, like herself. She wondered how many other women had felt the obdurate metal grasp of the cuff she now wore. It infuriated her that someone would manufacture such a diabolical device, one that was obvi...
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