"Severus, the Malfoys want to ride her up, I’m going to get ready too, then join the celebrations". Snape waived the departing teacher his eyes still fixed intently on the captive. Hermione just stood in mute confusion, until she gentle lowered her left leg, unprepared for the searing pain that jolted through her clit, the half surprised jump she managed only compounded the agony, as she felt the devious effect of the too-short chain threaded through her clit cap. Any movement she made caused a tug in the sensitive clit cap, as either end of the chain was tethered to the end of each boot, but not with sufficient slack to allow her to rest both feet on the ground without distending her abused love button. It was a cruel bondage that forcing her to lift  her legs higher almost presenting her drooling sex as she kept one leg cocked semi-upwards. As soon as she was forced back into motion, she defaulted automatically to cruel parody of a trot, the forced staccato clip clop, to assuage the tugging of the clit chain. She knew that any misstep or timing error would lead to the risk of her self-castrating her clit.