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slit up the
thigh high enough to show she wore no underwear, black thigh-high
stockings, and four-inch black stiletto open-toed heels. The shelf
bra she wore only accentuated my wife's very shapely figure and
full breasts, her nipples pressed hard against the fabric in the
cool air of the hotel.
    I stepped back.
    While I hoped the leather across my mouth
disguised my voice enough, I was beginning to worry my size might
give me away. But I had already come this far and I had decided to
take her by force if she somehow made the connection before I could
begin the process of training her.
    "I take it being dressed like some slut, then
left at a restaurant and all this running around playing your
little game will be worth it," she replied with a sarcastic tone to
her voice. Pausing just a moment more, she entered, brushing past
me. “It better be.”
    She was going to try to control the
meeting.
    I closed the door. "Speak once more without
being told to and you will leave. Do you understand?"
    She glared at me for several seconds, then
nodded. The leather muffling my voice seemed to work.
    "You're here of your own free choice?"
    She started to speak, thought better of it,
then nodded.
    "You understand the terms of this
meeting?"
    She nodded again.
    “You accept there is no safe word.”
    She hesitated then nodded.
    “Who knows you are here?”
    She looked surprised for a moment, then
stammered as she took a small step backwards, “No one. No one knows
I’m here. Oh shit.” Fear entered her eyes and she glanced at the
door, then at my hands clasped behind my back.
    “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”
    She wasn’t so sure and I sensed apprehension
building. I decided to push the evening along.
    I shifted my hands to show there was no
weapon. “If I wanted to rape you or worse, I would have started by
now.” She simply stared at me. I paused for effect then continued,
“Then unless you want to leave this minute, proceed to the center
of the room, discard your clothing, and sit in the chair. You may
leave on your hose and heels if you choose. If you decide to
shower, you have ten minutes to shower and be back in this room
kneeling before me. Otherwise you have five minutes to be
seated."
    The apprehension was even clearer in her eyes
as she eyed the chair sitting in the flickering shadows.
    What Drew stared at was a tall, bowed-back,
black-lacquered, heavy wooden chair I'd found at an old second-hand
store.
    Once I got it home, I spent a weekend taking
it completely apart, then rebuilt it to be portable. I also
modified it by first attaching a multitude of thick leather
restraints and large chrome rings to it. Next modifying it w, I
removed the bowed-back, keeping it in its original shape and
re-secured it to the chair so that the bow of the back faced
forward. I also attached and anchored a wide padded board extending
above the back to serve as a headrest and a way to anchor the head
in place. On this board were rings spaced every four inches along
the backside of the board and an opening at the top to hold a thick
dowel. That dowel, once in place, extended out six inches with a
small pulley attached to the end.
    However, the real intimidator of the chair
had to be the large black latex penis-shaped electric vibrating
dildo embedded in the thickly padded seat – a full two inches thick
and approximately six inches long. With the restraints and
modifications I had made to the chair, when Drew was strapped in,
she would be forced to sit very upright, chest thrust out against
the straps holding her back, unable to prevent the dildo from
penetrating her completely. This particular dildo has the added
dimension of a pumping action, going from six inches to eight
inches. I re-wired it to function at a pace remotely controlled
through a rather ingenious program I created and loaded onto a
high-end laptop.
    Drew turned and looked at me.
    I gazed at my watch. “Four minutes unless you
desire a shower."
    She disappeared into