All eyes turned to the couple on the end of a row near the front as they stood. The tall, elegant brunette clad in shiny navy blue latex from the neck down, offset by a black corset, was clearly in charge; though her male companion towered over her despite her high heels, even those who could not see the leash she held which disappeared beneath his skirt could see how he deferred to her.

The pair mounted the stage, the male struggling with the weight of the device he carried, although his owner made no allowances for his burden, jerking the leash firmly any time it drew taut without even a backwards glance to see the pained expression it caused.

Though the Host appeared dubious at first, the cruel device did comply with all the rules: several heavy links of chain clearly intended to hold a ship's anchor, with long thinner chains ending in three open links with viciously sharp tips.

Felina moans softly beneath the hood as the brunette reached beneath her bikini top and freed her nipples, massaging and softly pinching the delicate nubs of flesh before wiping them with sterile alcohol. As her fate sank in, Felina whimpered, but could do nothing to prevent one link being squeezed firmly closed through the sensitive flesh. The Host had reluctantly conceded that since the holes would heal up when - or if - Felina managed to get the links off, this didn't break rule #3. The audience certainly didn't seem to have any qualms, although perhaps they didn't have Felina's best interests at heart.

The muffled wail of pain was starting to fade as her tormentor held up the third and final ring to the audience. With her slave starting to buckle under the weight, she quickly forced the third link through poor Felina's captive flesh, eliciting the most pained yelp yet.

Finally, she allowed her suffering pet to lower his burden to the floor between Felina's knees. The chains were too short for the heavy links to rest on the floor with Felina upright, and the links were probably too heavy for Felina to lift with her hands, let alone with fresh piercings, so she was forced to lean forward precariously as far as the tight corset allowed.

Despite having no locks or buckles, this was surely the cruellest restraint yet: while the beautiful blonde Scandinavian sadist had forced her to her knees, this weight forced her into an uncomfortable position which surely even her finely toned muscles would struggle to maintain for more than a few minutes. Leaning back was impossible, and the slightest move would tug painfully on her new nipple rings. Until that moment, the blonde's strategically placed knot could have been arousingly distracting as any movement from her arms brushed at the sensitive tissue between her legs; now the knot rested against the third ring, any movement there could still be distracting, but far from pleasurable now.

With a parting tug on the rope between Felina's legs, the statuesque Domme took a bow and strode off stage, towing her slave behind her with a cruel and unnecessary jerk of his leash.