Narcissa’s knowing face, entered into the sliver of vision that the blinders still allowed Hermione, she preened the feathered plume. "Good girl, muddy we are making you the prettiest golden whore of Gryffindor". Hermione didn’t know if she was reacting to the compliment or Narcissa’s free hand that tickled her chained pussy lips, but she suddenly felt like maybe her mistress might allow her a quick cum. She felt two boots being worked up her legs which prevented her from grinding down on Narcissa’s boney hands as they continued their maddening teasing. The coarse lining of the footwear itched uncomfortably just like the lining of her corset. The boots were laced tightly, hugging the entire length of her legs. While the coverage of her feet was all encompassing, she tottered unsteadily, a distinct clopping noise on the barn’s floorboards. The sheer verticality of the boot arches was coupled by the missing support of a shoes’ heel. It meant that she was standing on near tiptoes, the base of the feet bindings ended in horseshoes, making an unsubtle attempt at mimicking hooves, as Hermione struggled with her balance, her tottering motions brought her away from Narcissa’s playful hands.