"Wilhelmina, I’ll attach the final chain, you can add the ochre to the slave’s assets. Hermione spied the former Care of Magical Creature teacher, approach her eyeline before ducking downwards to tickle her pussy lips followed by a matching tickle on her breasts coating these extremities with an itchy lacquer. When a mirror is summoned Hermione can finally see the affect of her getup, the golden ochre highlighting her breasts. She watched as her nose bag was removed prematurely robbing her of the much needed water, her mouth was pulled cruelly by the bridle, her tongue hanging listlessly down dribbling the last remnants of the liquid sustenance to the ground. Her eyes were drawn to her tail, while Snape fiddled with something behind her boots (in the area where the heels should have been placed). Snape moved forward, making no attempt to dampen the tinkle of the new chain in his hand. The reins stop Hermione from looking down but she can feel thin fingers on her engorged clit. "Leg up Muddy". Hermione lifted her left leg without a second thought, obeying orders seems like the only logical approach. "This will fix your sloppy form, and has the benefit of an additional safety measure if you get some misguided thoughts to kick out". Hermione finds it odd that Snape makes a special effort to regain his full height and preform a complicated wand motion in her direction. She waits for the pain and is surprised when it doesn’t readily come.