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           Her legs were tied in a traditional posture with her ankles pulled back on either side and bound to the upper crossbars of the chair, forcing her knees and thighs well apart and exposing her hairless sex with its imbedded probe held in place with a chain that bisected her crotch. This chain was padlocked to another similar chain around her narrow waist. Additional ropes held her thighs to the seat and side arms of the chain.
           From the crown of the hood, a long braid of dark brown hair exited upwards and came harshly back and down to where it joined the wrist clamp. This forced her leather-encased head unnaturally back and, if she could see, she would have stared at the ceiling.
           Aside from an occasional shudder and low moans from inside the hood, the woman made no indication of even being alive.
           "Please mark your ballots accordingly, my friends. As I said before, this is Lorrie S, number four. There will be one additional demo later today at dinner and then we'll review the poll tomorrow before we end the conference. If you have questions about Lorrie's work, make your notes now and she'll be with us in a more communicative posture tonight."
           The pedestal made one final rotation while its occupant shivered and shook with some apparent internal stimulation and then the chair and pedestal descended back down into the stage and the lights went out. An audible sigh came from the audience as the house lights came back up and the guests rose to attend to other meetings, seminars and attractions.
           Below the stage, two women in jeans and sweaters sat in folding chairs and watched as Lorrie S, now out of the spotlight and still firmly seated in the heavy chair, began to free herself. The attendants were there to assure that no one assisted in the release and that Lorrie was safe and well after her ordeal.
           Her first move was to slip one hand free of the single metal clamp that held her wrists. Following the movement of her braided hair, the cuff then rose as she lowered her head to a more comfortable position and her braid pulled the cuff higher on her back. Lorrie wiggled her arms and upper torso, slowly slipping her arms upwards and out of the many loops of rope that held them to her sides and to the chair. As soon as her arms were free, her hands went to the heavy leather hood covering her head and face. She unbuckled the double roller buckles on the wide attached collar, did the same with several other roller buckles that held the blindfold and gag in place, then opened the Velcro closure that concealed the center zipper on the hood, pulling the zipper up until it reached the hole where her braid escaped. At that point, she opened the clamshell structure of the hood and slipped it forward and off her head, but left it dangling in front while she deflated the rubber cock in her mouth and pulled the entire thing away easily, the penis gag making a slurping sound as it finally left her mouth.
           "Whew," Lorrie said, mostly to herself, as she rubbed her eyes and then her lips. "How was that?"
           "Excellent. Beautiful, Lorrie. I don't think I've ever seen anything so complete. All of us would have sworn that there was no way you were getting out of that," babbled blond Mavis, the younger woman attendant.
           "Agreed," said the other woman, now standing close to Lorrie, who was still partly fastened to the chair. "You must practice this a lot."
           "Oh, practice I do. It's an every day affair for me. How about you?"
           "I don't get as much opportunity as I'd like and I am really into leather as a medium, but I certainly admire your work," said the second woman, who looked about twenty or even younger and wore only a few, but very elegant and expensive bits of jewelry and a sweater with a deep V neck.
           Lorrie was now untying her legs and feet, flexing her legs once the ropes