A set of reins were the next adornment. They attached neatly to the a first set of anchor points on the bridle, allowing the holder to guide the prisoner’s body with a small adjustment on the leather straps. Hermione could feel the continued length of chain, its coolness tickling her body, Lucius’s control over the reins and nose-ring meant that the captive had no latitude for motion to double-check what was actually happening. Hermione wished she could have flinched away as Snape approached her breasts, she had seen the gold contraptions in his hand and understood implicitly they were a more extreme form of nipple clamps that now felt part of her uniform.