Morning of a new day. Uncuffed.

Edward looked appraisingly at the naked girl, intently contemplating the naked flesh of elastic buttocks, enjoying her embarrassment and shame. "Honey, nudity really suits you.))) You look great))." The naked girl obediently stood with her back to Edward, feeling humiliated and aroused. What choice did she have but to completely submit to her new Boyfriend Edward. Annabelle had no doubts and illusions about the reliability of her strict handcuffs and the absence of any possibility to free herself from her shackles without Edward's help. The humiliatingly sweet feeling of absolute control over oneself, fueled by masochistic pleasure from one’s strict restraint and the inevitability of one’s future fate, in addition to excitement and anxiety, caused a blush on the girl’s cheeks and moistened the cleft of her perineum, inciting her lustful desires. Annabelle was under the complete control of her Owner Boyfriend, and her freedom depended entirely on Edward's plans.
"Fine dear, wait a minute while I unlock your arms."
"Oh!! My god!!! Finally..." - the girl said in relief, sticking her tired arms back.
Edward took the girl by the exhausted and numb hands shackled behind her back, admiring their appearance. - "Annabelle, steel bracelets really suit you, your hands look great in them, I hope you enjoyed them?? Maybe you want to keep them on yourself??))" Edward asked calmly. "Edward... Please... Take them off.. Your jewelry is very tight and very uncomfortable." - Annabelle answered anxiously and to no avail pulled the metal on her tightly shackled wrists behind her back. "Do you promise to be a good girl? Or I might change my mind))."
"Of course, Honey, I'll be the most good and obedient.)))" - Annabelle replied sarcastically. Edward lifted Annabelle's arms up, forcing her to lean forward, humiliatingly exposing the shackled girl's mouthwatering ass.
Annabelle screamed at the sudden pain that shot through her numb, immobilized arms. "Honey, please don't be dramatic, be patient.))" Edward calmly reacted, fiddling with her steel bracelets. Annabelle couldn't see anything, only felt the gentle touch of Edward's warm hands, and the slippery coolness on her inner thighs.