Book Excerpt for Emily Enchained

Emily Enchained

Melissa DuVant

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Chapter 1: Chaining Emily

Chapter 2: Chained Life

About the Author and Artist

Useful Links

Acknowledgements

Thanks to Foxtrot1991 for commissioning this

Chapter 1: Chaining Emily

You step forward, the metal heavy in your hands. Thin chains, but surprisingly heavy when wound together, attaching five metal rings together - a collar, two wrist cuffs, two ankle cuffs, the whole thing large enough that they have to be held in two hands, and even that it unwieldy.]

'Are you sure about this?' You ask, fingers sweaty against the cool metal. Emily smiles, running a hand through her short, black hair, sunlight from the window shining bright against her.

'I think so, yes. It's going to be a bit strange, I suppose, but...' She takes a sharp breath, a blush coming over her cheeks. 'But... it feel right.'

Your fingers find the collar, the biggest of the rings, thick, study metal, an O-ring chinking against the main collar. As you step close towards Emily, her scent is fresh and sweet, and she turns around, dipping her head, pulling her hair up to bare her neck.

The collar slips over her neck, and she shivers. 'Brrr! Cold metal!'

'It'll warm up soon enough. After all, you won't be taking it off.' You slide a finger over her neck, tidying a few stray hairs away, making sure they won't get caught in the collar, twisting it over her neck to line it up properly, then almost closing it, not pushing on it quite enough to lock it shut. It's a perfect fit, snug and tight against her neck, resting against her collarbones, the chains a weight dragging it around oddly, making her stoop a little.

With her hair pulled up, the slight dip at the base of her skull is visible and you kiss it, tasting her skin, nipping at the skin. She shiver-sighs, a tremor running through her body, fingers tensing up.

'You're not going to be able to dress normally once they're on.'

'Mmmm... Yes...'

You remove the collar, the inside already warm from her body, before she pulls her top off, revealing smooth, soft skin beneath, showing off the time spends at the gym. Her shoulder blades move beneath her skin, her spine moving, and it's impossible to resist the urge to slide a finger up her bare skin. All the way from the dip just above her buttocks, up her spine to the base to the bottom of her skull, feeling the curves of her spine. The flowing shape of her body, hips curving inwards, as she reaches behind herself, arms twisting to find the clasp of her sports bra, unhooking it and pulling it off, leaving her topless.

Her skin has a slight sheen of sweat now, her breathing getting faster, hands coming back around to her front, crossed over her breasts. You can hear her, watching as her head dip down again, baring her neck, exposed and vulnerable.

Tapping the collar against her neck provokes a faint yelp, the metal ring sliding into place, the hard metal embracing the soft skin, ready to trap it.

'You sure about this?'

She can't quite nod properly, as you are still holding the collar, partially in the way.

You squeeze it, the collar locking shut, the click quiet, metal kissing closed. You slide a hand around her trim waist, leaning in and kissing her back, and she makes a quiet little sigh. As you slide a hand over her chest, you can feel her heartbeat, fast and strong in her chest, cupping one of her breasts in your hand, feeling the smooth, soft warmth.

'Are you ready for the wrists next?'

Another deep breath, Emily forcing herself to relax, her shoulders coming up and the dropping, her hands moving away from her chest, spreading out on either side of her. You can feel every move she makes, her body held close, now even more exposed and open, with a chain running down from her collar, the wrist-fetters dangling down in front of her.

You take one of them, feeling the solid weight of it - an inch wide, solid, shiny metal, the chain long enough to reach her wrist, but short enough that it'll limit her movement. Your bodies are pressed tightly together, your hips pushing against her buttocks, and she moves her arm inwards, offering up her wrist to the embrace of the metal.

You move it into place, softly and gently, feeling every breath Emily takes, every slight movement of her body, slowly closing it. The lock clicks shut, metal now sealed tightly around her body. She moves her arm as far as she can, not quite able to fully stretch her arm out now, the chain-links clicking together, coming taut.

'Hmm, that's going to take some getting used to.' She moves her arm in an arc, keeping the chain tight. 'But it feels... right. Makes me feel nice and warm.'

You can feel the heat in her body, getting hotter and hotter, rubbing against her from behind, feeling the softness of her buttocks.

'Give me your other wrist.'

Her breath whooshes out of her, before she takes a faltering inhalation, slowly lifting up her other hand, arm shaking slightly. You take the metal cuff, sliding it over her arm, letting her feel the cold metal, kissing her on the back of the neck. Her scent is intoxicating, sweet and feminine, the slight undertones of sweat, and something else. The cuff hangs open, Emily spreading her fingers, as the cuff slides over her wrist. And then, it shuts, the lock sealing closed, the sound louder than it should be.

Her shoulders move, as she moves both of her shoulders, her movements now limited and restricted. She crosses her arms, the chains pulling against each other, before you reach over her shoulders and grab one of the chains yourself.

Pulling back on the chain drags Emily around, twisting her off balance. She spins, now facing you, and her face is bright red, her lips and cheeks flushed with blood, mouth open, tongue sliding over lips. Her eyes are vague and unfocused, her nipples hard.

'Mrrmmmm...'

You pull on the chains again, taking a step back. The longer chains, for the ankle-fetters, dangle and drag on the floor, knocking against her ankles. Any strength or resistance is gone, her body limp, barely standing. When she sees you looking, she looks away, bringing her hands over her chest to cover her breasts.

'It's nothing I haven't seen before.'

'But I've never... been... chained like this before.' Every movement of her arms makes the chains shift and slide, clatters and clinks of metal-on-metal. 'And the weight is... mrhmmmm. I can feel it, all the time, even when I don't move.'

'Well, you need to take those jeans off. And you won't be able to put them on again, while you're fettered. It'll have to be skirts or other things you can wrap around your waist.'

She tenses up, only slowly relaxing, then having to bend awkwardly at the waist to reach her hips, unbuttoning her jeans. Emily doesn't have enough range of movement to push them down, but has to shake her hips, making them slowly fall down, revealing her panties beneath. They drop, first to her knees, then her ankles. She won't meet your eyes, stepping out of the jeans, kicking them aside.

'I can't... I can't take my panties off.' Her hands stretch down, and she tries to twist around, but her range of movement is too limited. She can pull the skimpy material away from her body, but can't pull them down. You reach out, pushing a hand against her crotch, feeling the wet warmth even through the material, then hooking fingers around the waist-band. 'You'll need side-ties from now on. If you're allowed underwear! Maybe you'll have to be naked. Would you like that?'

'Mrhmmm... I... I will try and be a good girl.' The chains jangle and clatter. 'A good, chained girl...'

You pull the panties down to her ankles, and she daintily steps aside, letting you pull the panties out from beneath her, tossing them onto the jeans. Now she's entirely naked, except for the chains and collar.

You stand and then pull on the chain again, and one of her arms moves away from her breast, her breathing getting heavier, the muskier scent in the air growing more intense. Another pull on the chains as you step back, and Emily has to move with you, without any leverage to resist.

'This is going to fun. Especially when you're in heels. Or I could just hook this over something, nice and high.' You pull your arm up, forcing Emily to raise her arm, leaving her chest completely uncovered, the flush spreading down her body. 'If it's on a hook, then I don't think you could get it off without help, could you?'

She meets your eyes, just for a second, before glancing away. 'No, I couldn't. I'd be trapped, stuck there. And you could do whatever you want.' She closes her eyes, head rolling backwards. 'You could spank me, or feel me up. Touch me wherever you want and I couldn't do anything about it. I'd be powerless. Or you could even suspend me completely, so I'm not even touching the floor. Then I'd be just an ornament, completely exposed and vulnerable.'

It's hard to avoid noticing her pleasure, a faint sheen on her thighs as she squirms them together, her shaved slit wet and ready.

'Ready for the ankles?'

Another deep breath, her head slowly coming up, eyes opening, vague and glazed, licking her lips again. '...Yes. Please... Wrap the metal around me...'

You kneel down, running a hand down Emily's legs, feeling her faint shivers. With one hand, you feel her buttocks, lightly squeezing, making her gasp again. Her slit is now at eye-level, her pleasure and desire obvious, as you slide your other hand across her pelvis, before bringing it down towards her crotch. Just the faintest touch on the shaved skin, and she gasps, her breathing getting faster and faster.

'Oh? You really are enjoying this, aren't you?' You slide a finger into her, just lightly, feeling how hot she is, her body accepting the intrusion, her walls tightening around her. A pressure swells in your own crotch, as you slide your finger deeper into her, twisting your hand to revolve your finger. 'Your chains aren't quite long enough to reach, are they?' You pull your finger out, puffing air onto her crotch, looking up at her. 'See if you can manage.'

With slow, faltering movements, she brings her hands down, stroking them over her belly, before the chains click tight. She can rub her fingers along her hips, but her fingers aren't long enough to reach her crotch. A faint murmur of discontent sounds out from her chest, as she strains again to reach herself, but she can't.

'If you're a good girl, then I'll let you have some pleasure. But you're going to have to earn it.' You lean in close, reveling in her scent, another sharp breath onto her slit, her shivering more vigorous now, her legs spreading. With both hands, you touch against her crotch, peeling her lips apart, showing off her wet folds, her bud sticking out.

About the Author

Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking.