Jane bustled around her house getting ready to go out. Her Master was taking her to La Dolce Vita, a very expensive and exclusive Italian restaurant in a nearby town and she wanted to look her best.

She had spent the best part of a week’s wages on a new hairdo and complete facial and, leaving nothing to chance, her pussy lips were newly shaved. She knew that her Master would approve of that.

Jane laid out a series of outfits, not knowing which to choose. The choice finally lay between a very smart pants outfit that she had bought in the previous fall and had no opportunity to use to date and a long red dress, cut low to show off Jane’s breasts and topped off with a matching short red jacket.

Perhaps she should let her Master choose. Yes, good idea. Whatever she picked would be wrong. He was fastidious about the clothes she wore in public. Come to think of it, he was fastidious about the clothes she wore – period. They had spent an enjoyable day some weeks ago in New York shopping for just the kind of clothes that you didn’t wear to an expensive restaurant. Perhaps she would get to try out one of those outfits later?

A knock on the door signalled Andrew’s arrival. Jane hurried to let him in.

“Aren’t you ready yet?” Andrew’s opening remark without any reference to her new hairstyle and makeup did not augur well for the evening. No sexy welcome of a deep lingering kiss. Jane felt that she was stacking up the demerits already and she knew that as she already had several hundred to work off, a stringent session could not be long coming. Perhaps after a romantic candlelit supper her Master would take pity on her. Fat chance! The squadron of pigs did not fly over Edison very often.

“Where are your clothes?” Her Master’s next question brought Jane out of her daydream.

“I thought that you might wish to choose an outfit for me Master, as you have far more experience of dining in these types of establishment.” Jane realized that flattering a man was a good way of deflecting anger. “If you care to come with me into the bedroom you will see what I provisionally selected.”

It was only as Andrew dropped the holdall onto the bedroom floor that Jane realized that he had brought it with him. “I’ve brought something for you to wear tonight,” Andrew said with an evil grin on his face. The metallic CLUNK as the holdall had hit the floor did not bode well! Jane had never seen sexy satin lingerie that went CLUNK when you dropped it on the floor. She sighed to herself. The promise of an evening to remember was not likely to be quite everything that she had anticipated. Knowing her Master, she should have known better.

“Put on your slave collar and your leather wrist straps and bring a rope over here.” Jane was careful to do her Master’s bidding quickly. Her arms were swiftly drawn up behind her back and roped to the collar. Andrew pulled the rope rather tighter than he need do, but then this was her Master’s way.

He produced a small parcel from the holdall that, upon opening, turned out to contain a pair of rubber tights with attached feet. Jane had only recently experienced latex after meeting Andrew but she was already warming to its use in their relationship - but rubber tights?

Andrew had already powdered them and he drew them up her legs with ease. As he smoothed the latex over her thighs she felt the familiar tingle that this material produced in her. It was like a small charge of electricity. Before the waistband of the tights was snapped around her middle Andrew lubricated and inserted two dildos into her cunt and her ass. This was going to be an interesting evening.

Reaching into his holdall again, Andrew drew out a corset. It was quite the most beautiful one that Jane had ever seen. Made in red and black leather it was trimmed with lace at the edges and had 4 garter straps at the lower edges of the bodice. The corset reached from just below Jane’s bust to her hips and fastened with lacing at the rear. She had no doubt that her waist was about to be slimmed dramatically. So be it.

Moving behind Jane, Andrew passed the corset in front of her and, pulling on the lacing in rear he tightened the corset from the centre in both directions using two sets of laces. Jane screwed up her face in pain as the lacing cinched her waist tighter and tighter until she felt that she would be unable to breath. She fluttered her hands ineffectually, realizing that complaint was liable to be counter-productive. As she was on the point of feeling she would pass out, Andrew tied the laces in bows and turned his attention once again to the holdall.

This time the metalwork appeared. Jesus! Jane could not believe her eyes as an assortment of items dropped heavily onto the floor. A chastity belt! Her Master was putting her in a chastity belt! And what else was lying on the floor. The ankle straps and attached chains she recognized although she rarely wore metal ones like this. The item that took her attention, however, was a metal hoop with two bands, one on either end of the hoop. A chain hung from one of the bands. The hoop was curved rather like a staple and she could see no purpose that it could serve. Andrew would have other ideas, however.

First he drew a fair of glossy, black support stockings over the rubber tights. Ever more curious, but Jane resolved not to ask any questions. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her in the past. The tops of the stockings were mated with the suspenders and pulled up tight producing a gleaming effect.

The metal ankle cuffs were next, each being mated to the other by a short metal chain.

Andrew then took the metal hoop and, fastening one of the bands around Jane’s left leg, just above the knee he drew the hoop up into Jane’s crotch forcing apart her legs. The other band was brought together over Jane’s right knee and fastened. The chain was attached between the two knee bands, further restricting movement.

This was ridiculous, Jane thought. As soon as I move the whole thing will fall down. Jane had not thought far enough ahead however, for the chastity belt was drawn around her waist and fastened with a sharp CLICK in rear. The vertical strap of the belt hung down obscenely in front of Jane’s legs until threaded through her thighs by Andrew. At the point where the belt passed over the hoop there was a small indentation in the belt’s inner surface, designed to trap and hold the hoop directly under Jane’s crotch. Pressure on her crotch and a further click told Jane that she was securely looked into this equipment. The cunning bastard! Jane smiled as the ingenuity of the design became apparent.

“Walk around. slave!” Andrew’s words were the first he had spoken since they had entered the bedroom. Jane hurried to obey him but found that the hoop restricted her movements considerably, causing her to splay her legs and walk as if she were a cripple. Each movement caused the hoop to rub against the rubber tights imprisoning the dildos in her crotch and she felt a surge of arousal as she walked around. The bastard! She would be barely able to walk from the car to the restaurant without having a climax. Something for which her Master had obviously planned.

The chain between the ankle straps additionally restricted her movements. The total effect was to restrict her steps to tiny, ungainly lurches as she swung her hips around to counteract the effect of the hoop.

Andrew smiled his usual lop-sided smile as he watched her lumber around.

“Perfect! You look just like the cripple that I said I would be bringing to the restaurant.”

Jane was mortified. Andrew was taking her to the restaurant in this metalwork?

“Master. Please tell me this is a joke!”

“No joke, my dear and we have more adjustments to make before you are ready to be taken out.” With that, Andrew turned his attention back to the holdall and pulled out several lengths of thin rope. He proceeded to bind Jane’s breasts by looping the rope around the base of each orb, causing them, in turn to bulge and stick out obscenely from her body. She would need no bra tonight.

However, tonight, Andrew had more designs on her breasts and further thin ropes were pulled across her breasts flattening them against her chest. Christ, but that hurt and Jane was sorely tempted to cry enough! However she resisted, partly because she knew it would have no effect on Andrew and also because it might earn her further punishment. A final tug signified that Andrew was finished and, looking down, Jane saw that her breasts were cocooned in a mesh-like web of thin ropes. Her breasts had already started to turn purple. Heaven only knew what colour they would be by the time that they returned from the restaurant!

Andrew now turned his attention back to the corset. Well aware that the body adjusts to the tightening effect of a corset he was now able to pull in a further 6 inches of lacing and reduce Jane’s waist to a dimension that it had not been for some years.

Andrew now released Jane’s hands and removed the collar and wrist straps. Rubbing her wrists to regain the lost circulation, Jane waited for instructions on which outfit to wear.

“I want you to wear the red outfit” Andrew commanded.

“But I won’t be able to get into it” Jane retorted.

“You will with your new waistline. Now hurry up and do as you are told!”

Not wishing to provoke her Master any further, Jane obeyed and drew on the red dress and matching jacket

The outfit was topped off with 5” stiletto heels also in a matching red colour. Jane teetered around the room, trying to get used to the combined effect of the corset, hoop and ankle chains. The ankle chains were dragging on the floor, hindering Jane’s movements, so Andrew produced a further piece of rope and attached one end to the ankle chain at mid point between the two ankle straps. The rope was then attached to the chain between the two bands at knee height, and shortened so that the ankle chain disappeared out of sight above the hemline of the dress.

“Just one more thing!” Andrew’s eyes gleamed cruelly as he spoke the words and a shiver of anticipation ran up Jane’s spine. Just what else did her Master have in mind for her? Surely she was ready to go out?

A cold sensation on her left forearm caused her to look down. Andrew had placed two halves of what looked like a thin plaster cast on her arm. But this was no ordinary plaster cast. Concealed within the casing was a tube of solid lead. The whole cast weighed over 10 pounds and it was only with extreme difficulty that Jane was able to raise her hand. Adhesive tape was applied to fasten each half of the cast together and prevent Jane from taking it off. A duplicate cast was placed around her right forearm. Removing the casts would not have been easy for Jane, in any case, as they extended from just below the elbow to just below the second knuckle joint on each finger and thumb. This made gripping anything virtually impossible.

Stark realization hit her! “But how am I going to eat, Master, with my hands like this?” Jane raised her hands with difficulty as she said these words.

“Don’t worry, my precious. Everything is taken care of.” And with these words Jane was ushered out of the bedroom, out of the house and into the car. A series of actions which, described on paper in two sentences, took Jane all of ten minutes in real life, as she lurched gracelessly down the stairs and out of the house.

Sitting in the car was a nightmare she had not even contemplated! She had to manoeuvre herself so that she faced with her back to the car seat and then drop inelegantly onto it! The hoop made her life hell as she was driven to the restaurant and getting out at the other end was a repeat of the nightmare, but even worse.

This time she had doormen and car valets fussing over her and she blushed as the restaurant manager came over to offer his assistance. As they entered the main dining room Jane could feel every pair of eyes in the room on her and she blushed to the roots of her red hair.

Leading her to their table, Jane was at least grateful to note that Andrew had secured a side table out of the obvious sight of most of the diners. Dropping rather inelegantly into the proffered chair, Jane sought refuge behind the menu. Barely able to hold it in her plaster cast hands, she whistled quietly to herself as she saw the prices and then smiled. Her Master would end up with one hell of a bill after this evening’s meal if she had anything to do with it.

Lobster for starter, then a T-bone steak followed by a dessert that melted in the mouth! Each and every mouthful placed there by an attentive Master who, to all intents and purposes, was the doting husband of a sick, arthritic cripple! She had been unable to use a knife and fork. Her Master had known that. Jane blushed again at this thought as Andrew sat next to her, spooning the dessert into her mouth. She giggled as the image reminded her of a baby sparrow being fed by the mother bird. Open the mouth and in comes another spoon of food. She could learn to like this!

By the time she had finished the meal she had grown used to the curious glances of her fellow diners, to the extent where she would now stare them out if they looked over.

Coffee and liqueurs finished, Jane contemplated the return journey with a deal more sangfroid than the outward one. As they drove home she promised herself that she would look after him and make this a night to remember. Who knew, she could even get to like this if her Master decided to repeat the exercise.