Word is an inventive blacksmith made a pair of high heels with built in claps to connect to the wearer's bracelets-
That he did! The metalwork is beautiful, polished and most importantly, resilient. Not only are there clasps for connecting to his wife's manacles- er. 'bracelets', there's also a padlock on each shoe to keep her in them.
All that remains is testing them!
"Amelia? Come here dear~"
"Ah, did you need something dear?"
Amelia poked her head into the workshop, stepping in to reveal one of the beautiful outfits her husband had made. While he could be a bit... intense, he was a genuinely skilled craftsman.
Amelia's dress was beautiful, tight but comfortable, black cloth accented by her husband's metalwork. She was a large-bottomed girl, genes aside her exercise routine ensured it, and the deep cleavage plus the hip vents over her generous hips accented her glorious body without looking whorish.
The blacksmith made no secret of admiring Amelia as she came in, as gorgeous as the day he first gave her a private fitting in his backroom, before letting her earn her new set of bikini armor, while bent over his anvil~ In fact he considered her even more beautiful, motherhood suited her. Speaking of which-
"Absolutely~" he sat, and patted his lap. "I need a gorgeous, curvy blonde in my lap with her lips on mine and my hand on her thigh as soon as possible. And after that I need a model for a new invention of mine."
