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was phrased like a request but it wasn’t one really. Mike did not expect any argument and Claire meekly complied, lying back as he removed all trace of hair from her pubis. She touched her naked skin and was amazed how sensitive it felt. Mike then gave Claire a pair of lacy hold up stockings and thigh length boots with four inch heels to put on and then produced steel cuffs that fitted Claire’s wrists and ankles, and a steel collar for her neck. All these items came with D links for further attachments and all clicked as they were locked into place.
     
    “Hands behind your back.” There was no please that time. The cuffs were clipped together with a small padlock. “Now fold your arms up between your shoulder blades.” Mike wrapped two leather belts about Claire, one below and one above her breasts, binding her arms tightly to her body and forcing her breasts forward.
     
    Claire watched herself in the full length mirror and couldn’t believe how sexy she looked – like a fetishist’s dream. “Bend over the edge of that table,” came the next instruction and Claire slowly stood against the table’s edge and leant forward. Mike disappeared into the next room and returned carrying a leather and steel device that appeared to be some sort of chastity belt. As he drew nearer Claire saw the two phalli standing erect from the steel crotch strap and snapped to attention. “Bend over,” said Mike again and Claire just stared and shook her head. Unfazed, Mike produced a short length of chain and snapped the end to the link on the front of Claire’s collar and pulled her forward until he could snap the other end to a ring on the wall behind the table.
     
    “Nooo!” wailed Claire as Mike knelt and attached a chain that was already fixed to a table leg to one of Claire’s ankle cuffs, and told Claire to spread her legs so that he could attach the other. Claire shook her head again and Mike opened a drawer, withdrew a leather paddle and slapped it hard on Claire’s arse cheek. Claire yelped and realised straight away that this was one argument she was not going to win, so she slid the free ankle towards the other table leg.
     
    “That’s better, Claire,” said Mike sweetly and slowly run a finger up the length of Claire’s labial lips. They were very wet. “Well, we hardly need any lubrication, but I’ll use some anyway,” and he spread a slippery jelly over Claire’s vulva and anus, making sure that plenty went inside both. Claire had never experienced anything like this before and couldn’t help a low moan and she swivelled her hips as Mike touched and probed. “Now for the fun bit. You’ll find these are motorised in more ways than one, but not yet,” and he pressed the short, stubby phallus with a bulbous head against Claire’s anus. Claire was not going to let it in, but he was patient and by keeping up a steady pressure, Claire’s anus slowly dilated and, to the accompaniment of another yelp, the phallus popped inside. It was much easier feeding the long, thick phallus into Claire’s pussy despite the fact that Claire was moaning loudly and thrashing around. The belt fitted tightly between her legs with a bump on the inside nestling against Claire’s clitoris and bumps on the underside where the phalli were positioned. Mike pulled the front up over Claire’s belly and it spread to form a tightly fitting corset six inches deep about her waist. A narrow belt went up the back between her arse cheeks and the whole ratcheted together until it was tight. The only way to remove the device now was with the appropriate key. Mike undid the chains to the table legs and Claire closed her legs together, so he fixed a six inch hobble chain between them. Then he released Claire’s neck so she could stand erect.
     
    My God, what have I got myself into? thought Claire as she saw herself in the mirror. The phalli locked inside her felt huge and she tentatively took a few short steps. It was a strange gait; she