I like chains.

The sound, the feel, the coolness and how they warm up next to your skin. The liquidy feeling of them as they glide down the stretch of your back, into the small of your back, traveling the length of the muscles on your thighs, invading every crack and crevice of your senses.  Slithering metallicly to the floor, catching the glint of the light, winking at the knowledge of their strength and it’s capability of limiting all of your movement. The heaviness reminding you of their power.

Metal. Steel.

My friends.