Author's Note: Just a little story, on an interesting concept


Chapter 1

Ok, I had closed my flat on the West Coast and after getting the key to my landlord, I was to return to my hometown on the other side of the country. Last weeks were kind of brutal, lost a job, lost a boyfriend, plan a relocation, plan the trip, but now I was in my car, finally heading out of that city.

Lucky for me, I've always been a squirrel, so I have enough money in my account to take things lightly, and since I do not like to travel alone, I've logged up on an app to share the trip with other travellers.

This is simple, I had to describe my journey, to filter the kind of people I was willing to pick up (I'm a girl so I chose only girls) and finally tell the cost to share, keeping in account toll, fuel and car usage.

The app collects Id information from me and my passengers, and deals with credit card payments, so that I can collect the money before they even jump on my car. Easy, no?

By the way, my name is Monica, until three weeks ago I was working in an IT company, as a server load balancing supervisor. We were victims of a credit card scam, that emptied the company funds, and we were bought by another company that let the majority of employees lose their jobs. So much for gratitude.

And so I sent most of my things packing to my parents' house and with just a trolley full of clothes, I started to bring my car home by road. Regarding the boyfriend, he was an asshole, so leave it at that.

I looked in my phone for the first passenger details, she was waiting for me in the outskirts of town.

I followed the indications on the app and found Gretchen. She is a college student that took a job in Vegas for the summer. Well, not my choice, but whatever. She was carrying a couple of trolleys, that went nicely in the trunk along my own baggage. Next stop was in a city an hour off, where I had to pick up another woman.

The trip was pleasant, while driving I chatted with Gretchen, she is studying English Literature, and she found a job in a hotel in Las Vegas to teach English to children of rich tourists from abroad. First I thought she would have to work on the play floor (perhaps selling cigarettes, my imagination is wild sometimes!), and I told her that her actual job was way better.

She laughed at my imagination and told me: "They do not sell cigarettes anymore, it was Bugsy's times!!!"

Then we stopped in the center of a little town near Los Angeles, where we were greeted by Sarah, a teacher returning to Las Vegas as well. She got a course at Las Vegas University, and she had just passed a week with her boyfriend. Actually, he was there with her and even helped to get her backpack in the trunk. Seemed a nice guy, California style....

Just one stop and we would be ready to leave California.

My last passenger I had to collect near the Airport, in a hotel.

As I approached the curb, I realize that there would be a problem.

From the app, her name was Dawn, tall, black hair, she was wearing a dress and high heels. Sure not a dress for the trip, but that really was not the problem, which instead was the trunk that she had beside the trolley.

The latter I could fit in the car, but the other, there was no way we could shrink it in the car, it was a three feet by two thingy.

Beside her looks, Dawn seemed like a very down to earth girl, and she also immediately realized that there was a problem, and a big one from her point of view, since she had to carry that trunk in Vegas for the next day.

"Ok, I know I'm asking a lot, but, what if I pay for your dinner here at the hotel, while I address this whole mess?"

We looked at each other, but I have to say that she was gracious in her offer, and once we were seated in the hotel restaurant, she left us to phone for arrangements.

While eating, the three of us, chatted about Dawn. She was obviously a model of sorts, but despite her looks, she acted very kind, and also she had been very nice to offer us lunch.

We were finishing our meal as she returned. She had puffy eyes, as if she had cried or screamed, or both. She had changed her outfit to a black loose tunic dress, and there was something in her demeanor that changed from before, but I could not place it.

As she got to the table, she beamed a smile and told:

"Ok, all set. My large trunk has been shipped. So, is there still some space for this?"

Her cabin size trolley would have no trouble fitting in the car.

She took some bread from the table, nibbled some dessert and after that she told us that she was ready to go. We were still startled by her behaviour, but the meal had quenched most of our doubts.

We all jumped into the car, and I took the first leg of the journey and to keep myself awake I started the conversation. The main topic was, obviously, was Dawn. Her entrance has done really a splash.

"What is your job?" I asked, just to start something.

She was in her own thoughts, so she took her time to understand the question.

"Oh..... well..... I work as a model for some industry. I'm going to Las Vegas, because we have a convention and I was to carry a special item to the venue."

"The one you shipped?"

"Yes? Yes... yes. It is a prototype..." there was a doubt in her voice, something that would make a lot of sense later on.

"Can you tell us anything?" Gretchen asked.

"It's a really specialty item..... Very technical. Sorry, girls, I've a NDA. What if some of you is a spy?" She quipped with a laugh.

We all laughed with her and then she asked Sarah what kind of courses she was teaching at University.

The first couple of hours were full of laughs and chatter, and we were reaching the state border as I decided to stop for fuel and to take a walk, and also a trip to the bathroom. It was a little town in the middle of the mountain and as I saw Sarah and Gretchen literally jumping out of the car, Dawn instead was mainly controlled with her movement, stiff.

She did took a walk around the station and she was the last to go to the bathroom.

As we were returning to the car, Gretchen was asking me if I was all right to continue driving. And Dawn told me: "Do you want a change? Just to keep me busy?"

Well, I needed some rest, but since we were scheduled to pass the night in a motel in a couple of hours, I had not thought to ask. Yet I accepted, and looked as Dawn climbed into the car and adjusted the seat and the rearview mirror.

I noted that her back was very straight and with it and the heels she had to get more space to sit comfortably.

We were again on the road and she was a very quiet driver, not too speedy but sure and very attentive. She seemed to be so concentrated on the road that she was taking very little part in the discussions.

Sometimes she was looking at her phone but since part of the road was going through the mountains we all did not have a signal to connect most of the time.

I was seated at her side and I could see that her dress was somewhat bothering her, but I kept it to myself.

We arrived at the motel, in the middle of the mountains. The season was not so busy, so we did not need to book our rooms. Turned out that there were just two double rooms that we could occupy. Even if she tried to hide it behind a poker face, I could see that this news had some kind of effect on Dawn. So Gretchen and Sarah offered to share, leaving me and Dawn the other one.

We went to get your baggage down and then directly to eat. I was starving and I wanted to lay down in bed.

After the meal, we had a drink in the motel bar, and Gretchen and Sarah went to their room to sleep. I told Dawn that I was planning to get an early bedtime, and she told me that she would stay a little more, since there was a wifi connection in the bar and she had to sort some things out before going to sleep.

Once in the room, I showered and went directly under the covers.

Even if I went deep in my sleep, I got the clear sense of someone entering the room and sneaking in the bathroom. This was enough to wake me up a little, but hearing some lamentations from there, led me to be full awake.

I stumbled out of the bed and approached the door, after all I was in a motel room with a stranger, so there was the chance that something very wrong was going on.

It was closed, and when I knocked, I heard a surprised yelp from inside.

"Dawn, are you ok?"

"Monica? Please, do not come in."

"Ok, but are you ok?"

"No...yes..."

"Please, tell me. Come on."

"It's a long story, go back to sleep."

Now I was growing stubborn, all sleep out from my system.

"Listen, right now, I will get some clothes and I will wait for you in the cafeteria. You do what you have, and come down there to tell your story to me."

Silence from inside the bathroom.

"Or else I will leave you in this godforsaken place."

Silence again and then "Give me ten minutes."

I was completely awake by then as I got out a jumpsuit from my trolley and as I closed the door walking to the cafeteria.

It was well after 1 am, and it was completely empty, there were some tables, and some vending machines for coffee, drinks or snacks.

After fifteen minutes I saw Dawn approaching. She had another dress, that went under her knees, she had a pair of six inches shoes, she had redone her makeup, but under that I could see that she had cried her eyes out.

Her demeanour was still very erect and stiff and she seated in front of me, with the same sequence of movements that she had done while entering the car.

She seated sideways and then she rotated keeping her legs together.

I wondered what kind of pajamas can a person like this use during the night. The comparison between me and her was stunning. A jeans jumpsuit and a dress, what a pair.

"So..." I started to let her know that I meant business.

"So, I'm in trouble."

"Ok, let's start from the beginning.... What kind of job do you do? Are you an escort? Are you fleeing from someone? If it is something against the law, I want no part of it"

It was her turn to laugh.

"Oh God, no. Nothing like that. Let's see... I told you that I work like a model. One of my clients, my main client, is a company that deals with specialty items. And that is true. The problem is really another one."

"What kind of specialty?"

"Well, Markus, the owner, is a metal worker and he specialises in custom made special jewelry. More on the kinky side, I should say."

"Give me some examples."

"Well, if in a movie you see someone restrained with a peculiar pair of metal cuffs, chances are that these were designed by Markus."

"Handcuffs, bondage items...."

"Well, yes and more. He deals with permanent jewelry, the one that once put you have to destroy, custom steel dildoes, chastity belt and so on."

It was my time to keep silent. It was a little too much to digest in an empty cafeteria, in the middle of the night. So I got up and poured a cup of coffee for both of us.

Dawn, meanwhile, has got some traction with her story.

"I have to be in Las Vegas by tomorrow night, because this weekend there is a fetish convention in a hotel, and I will show some of his creations to the public. Sometimes he shows some prototypes, mock ups, but most of the time these are the real things, so in these occasions, if you happen to see me tied up or restrained in some ways, I'm definitely tied and I do not have the key. This brings me to the trunk I was carrying this morning."

She sipped a bit of coffee, I was jumping from the curiosity, and yet I could sense that there was more to the whole situation and that I had to give her space to tell the story.

"Last year, Markus got a very special order from a Eastern sheik. He wanted one of his wives to remain chaste and he ordered what I can describe as a chastity armor."

"What.... And she accepted? What is a chastity armor?"

"Well, is a kind of leotard in metal, a cross between a steel brief and a bra, all connected."

"Oh, god."

"From what I understand, she did accept the solution, because she was more than willing to satisfy him, in exchange for a really luxurious lifestyle. So Markus got to work and he enrolled me to prepare a prototype and to help him resolve the kinks of the setup. The result was, well, is amazing. I've worn my share of metal restraints, and even if I judged it to be a little bit extreme, I can appreciate its technology value. So, last month, he finally produced two models, one with my measurements and one with the sheik's wife measures. We are similar in shape and size, but there were differences. While mine was done for the purpose of showcasing the final product, hers was designed for long term."

"Long term?"

"Yes, she had to wear it for long stretches of time, because her husband is often abroad on business, and wanted to be sure that she is faithful and chaste."

"Oh, dear. And, if you can, what kind of arrangements?"

"Well, she has to wear a steel dildo in her vagina that was made as an exact replica of her husband penis, and there is a butt plug in her anus through which she can do her business and she had to open with a key."

I was shocked that someone could propose this to a woman, that a woman could accept, and that someone could design such a device. I could not decide what shocked me more.

"But ... but.... How long is it possible to keep a person in this device?"

"We did some tests, and I could endure a whole day. But my model was without those ... enhancements." She sipped her coffee, as I was digesting her story.

"Another big enhancement was that the whole armor, imagine it like a steel torso cage, was to be closed with a magnetic lock."

"I heard of those. They say they are very secure."

"Well, Markus found a military grade mechanism. The key is basically a steel cylinder with a nano magnet at one end. The nano magnet is done in a way that only one magnet can open a lock, because of the disposition of the magnet on the steel surface. At least, this is what I know."

"Yes, Dawn. I have seen a demonstration. It was a lock for a high security lock. Quite impressive, and secure."

"I know."

I looked at her, there was obviously more.

"And so, the model for the sheik's wife was sent on the other side of the Ocean, and mine was to be shipped with all the things at the convention. But, there was a mix up, and to make a long story short, the one for the customer ended at the airport in LA."

"Where we picked you up."

"Exactly."

"So that's what was in your trunk. The one that you shipped to Las Vegas."

"Yes... and No."

"No, what do you mean no?"

"Well, when you showed up and told me there were no space in the car for it, I knew that I would meet with Markus when I got in Las Vegas, but as I looked into the trunk, I see that there was no key for the thing. As I called him, he told me that in New York, he has a copy of the key and that he could bring that to the convention. So, I took one for the company, and asked the hotel for a courtesy room, while you were eating."

"Oh, god."

"I opened the trunk and there was a torso cage and a pair of thigh cuffs. The beautiful thing is that he has designed some indentures on the latches so that if you can insert directly chain links, and there is no need for locks and padlocks. The torso cage is composed of two parts, the front and the rear, they hinge at the crotch. So first you have to sit on the rear inserting the butt plug, then, you place the dildo and finally you pick up the front to close it like a clam. Before closing you trap the chain in the indentures and you click it shut."

"And you did it?" Those were the only words I could muster to say.

"What choice I had? It is a very special item, the sheik asked Markus to put diamonds and gold insert on it. It's clearly something that I did not want to leave out of my sight."

"And now, you are wearing it?" I was really shocked.

"Yes."

"Until we arrive in Vegas?"

"I wish. I got in contact with Markus tonight. On the way to the airport, in New York, he got caught in an accident. So right now he is in a hospital bed with both his legs broken."

I was speechless. It took me a minute to ask.

"And the key?"

"It is in New York, in his baggage, at the hospital."

"Oh my....."

"And he asked me to man his shop at the convention, and then, once all is packed to return, head back to New York to get the key."

"How long?"

"Three convention days, one for packing and then the trip back home. Obviously not by plane. There is no way I can pass airport security with all the metal I have on me."

I was dizzy from all those information, it was a surreal situation and I did not have any clue on what to do next. Dawn spoke, for the immediate future.

"Well, look at the time, tomorrow morning, later today, we have a trip to do."

It was a quarter to three, and she was right. She seemed relieved as she got up to go back to the room. Then I was checking her out, to try and see what she had under the dress, just out of curiosity.

As wé returned to the room, I proceed to return to the bed to get a little sleep, but first there was something that was bugging me.

"Dawn?"

She was collecting something from her baggage.

"Yes."

"Can I see it?"

Silence, she was obviously thinking about it. After all, I was still a stranger to her. Sure, a stranger with whom she had disclosed a big secret, but nonetheless a stranger.

Without saying a word, she put her hands on the hem of the dress and with a smooth move, she took it off by her head.

My face must have been something, because she was surprised by my reaction.

The suit is something that I was not prepared for. All her torso is covered by a web of metal bars, that underlines her beautiful figure. At the waist, it is shaped like a corset that enhances her natural hourglass shape.

There are two domes, shaped like tits, complete with nipples, covering her breasts completed, and when my eyes went to her crotch, I could see that her sex is completely sealed by a metal sheet. She paraded for me and I could see that this shied extends also on the rear and is shaped to reflect the curves of her ass following her crack deeply.

Then I saw the tight cuffs, suspended by chains five inches over her knees. These are linked one another inside her legs, and I realize that she cannot open them more that seven or eight inches.

On the metal, there are diamonds embedded and the nipples on the domes are in gold, as is part of the crotch piece.

There is no apparent way for her to reach her nether regions, or her breasts. At her sides the bars connected seamlessy as if fused together.

I could only say: "Wow, it is beautiful."

"You think?"

"It's fantastic, yet terrible. How can anyone accept to be locked in this for an indefinite amount of time?"

"Hello?" Dawn waved her hand jokingly.

The pun helped getting me out of that reverie and I looked as she put an oversized shirt on her and then turned to bed as well.

Poor soul, she must have been exhausted because she was fast asleep, and hearing her gentle snoring, I had trouble to find myself a fitful slumber. I was taking in what I had just seen, this kind of thing, perversions, were something that I had never ever imagined, to that point, and it stirred up some kind of emotion in my mind that I could not yet name.

The way in which that metal was shaping and yet following her curves was tantalizing and erotic in a sense that I could not express, on top of it, the situation she was in, not able to access some parts of her body, was definitely something that could drive me crazy with desire and lust.

I found my sleep at the first light of the day, thinking that today I would let the others take their turn at the wheel, choosing to recover in the rear seat.

So, when we woke up to get to breakfast we were a little groggy for the previous night's chat.

While she was preparing for the day, I had another glimpse to Dawn's contraption and I was surprised how at ease she seemed to be. Yet, I knew she had to endure some struggles and complications.

"How is it, Dawn?" I asked before we left the room.

"Cranky, but overall not so bad. I'm feeling funny down there." She was talking about the plugs, obviously.

After a light breakfast, we took the road to Las Vegas, this time Dawn and myself retreated to the rear seats to doze off and relax.

I was able to sleep, but I realize that the bumps in the road were affecting Dawn, instead. This road was less maintained, and so there were a lot of potholes and cracks in the tarmac.

The journey was pretty uneventful, we made a stop halfway for gas and food, and this time I felt the discomfort that Dawn was feeling using a gas station bathroom stall. This helped me realise how dominating can be a chastity harness like that.

To think that it is designed for a woman to be closed in it indefinitely, was equally disturbing and exciting. Was I sane or sick?

As I imagined myself in that situation, Dawn's or the sheik wife's, made something stir in me.

It was late afternoon when we got to University Campus, where Gretchen and Sarah were set to arrive.

As we helped them to take their respective baggage, they greeted us and went their way. We returned to the car and I said.

"Now, there is space for your trunk."

"You think? Can you drop me at the hotel, I have to check out the stand the materials and maybe I will have to start to set up shop tonight."

"All by yourself?"

"Yes, Markus told me that he was trying to get me someone to help, but he has not contacted me yet."

"Well, Dawn, I'm not really on a strict schedule. If you want I can help you tonight."

"Oh my..... You are saving me. How can I even repay you for this?" She seemed really elated by my offer.

"For starters, you could share the room."She laughed for the first time in the day.


Chapter 2 (added: 2020/05/02)

We checked into the hotel later that afternoon, and after a quick stop to leave the baggage, I followed Dawn to the exposition floor, which is in another wing of the venue.

I was amazed, it was a flurry of activities, with a lot of dealers unpacking their stuff in the booths and a lot of workers finishing installations and details on the exhibition floor.

She told me Markus had reserved one of the most coveted places, in a central aisle, with a lot of walking by. As we got there we were met with a mountain of boxes, placed in the center of the place, while a couple of venue workers were busy installing glass cabinets on the side. On the far side of the booth, they were building a sort of enclosed room, a sort of office, where things could be stored.

"Let's get going." Dawn said, sporting a pair of pliers to open the seals.

As we got through the boxes, I could see that there were a lot of metal pieces, most of which I could not understand the function. Then there were marketing things, posters, leaflets and so on.

All the promotion material went into the room, while I got the task of fixing the posters to the walls; finally we got to the business of organizing the displays, and then it got really interesting, at least from my point of view.

The first thing that came out from the boxes was Dawn's original harness, that was mounted on a plastic mannequin.

"Markus did it with my measures." She told me with a laugh. Even if she was enthusiastic about the whole thing I could spy that she was cringing sometimes, especially when she sort of forgot what she was wearing, and made strange movements against the harness she was restrained in.

Since I got the chance to see the other the night before, I could see that the finishing was very different. Not crude, mind me, but it was done in a more practical way, without all the jewels and gold of the other one.

We placed it in the most prominent place, with a written explanation and the request to ask for more info at stand's personnel. That would be us, I would imagine.

It was really a discovery for me, I was handed some elaborate handcuffs, other chastity belt models, a pair of steel heeled-shoes. The more I saw, the more I was amazed at the beauty of Markus' workmanship.

By dinner time, we had more or less prepared the booth, there were a lot of devices that I still could not understand, but I was tired from the night before, and from the trip and also I was starving, so we went to the hotel restaurant.

"Ok, so tomorrow you are going to man the shop?"

Well, I sort of expected that but hearing it aloud was another thing.

"Er... Yes."

"Having second thoughts, are you?" Dawn seemed upbeat after dinner, and she laughed at my hesitation.

"No, I was just thinking that I know nothing of these fairs, of these things..."

"Do not worry.... I'll guide you."

This time it was my turn to laugh.

"Excuse me, lady, but in your current predicament, how should I feel safe?"

"Good point.... I promise I will do better." Now we laughed together.

We returned to our room and this time Dawn was obviously more at ease with me, because she shed the dress she had worn for the whole day and went around the room with only the restraint on. While she was getting things out of her luggage, I must admit that I had a very long look at the chastity armor locked on her.

It was an amazing tight fit for her body, all the bars that enclosed her torso were just her right measure, enclosing but not pushing. She seemed to be able to move with ease, notwithstanding the amount of metal that was burdening her, and she did not seem to be embarrassed by my perusing.

I got a clear view of the panties section of the whole contraption. It was wonderful, it was like some of those bikini bottoms where the central part, to cover the nether regions, is large enough, but the rest is flimsy and nearly non existent.

There was a cover on her pussy, shaped like her curves, from which some flat bars protruded to her side and upward to meet the waist bar, parallel to another bar further up, tight enough to create a beautiful hourglass shape. Apparently, on the center of this second bar, there is the lock, a metal circle where the magnet should be placed to open the whole thing.

At least, so I understood from her explanation.

Then I had a look at her ass and the result was more spectacular. The cover was following her perfect butt, shaped to go deep into her crack. It was a marvelous device.

Finally I saw the breasts, the domes covering which were again a copy of the tits hidden underneath, areolas included.

And the details, the jewels, the golden fixtures were absolutely beautiful.

I must have had a strange face, because she was looking at me.

"Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to take a shower. But you can come with me, if you prefer."

I immediately got red in the face.

"Oh my..... I'm so sorry.... Sorry."

"Don't be." And with that she went into the bathroom, and in a couple of minutes I could hear the sound of water.

Later, as she was drying her hair, it was my turn to shower. Under the water spray, my mind wandered about the turn the whole experience was taking. I was sharing my car and all of a sudden, I got a job in a fetish convention. What a strange turn of events. And then I realized that the thing Dawn was forced to wear had a purpose: it was specifically designed to be enforced on a woman to seize her chastity. It's certainly embellished by diamonds and gold, but that is the purpose. And even if the woman is willing, or so Dawn reported, it is still something very imposing and troubling.

Yet again, it is strangely arousing not to be able to access some parts of your own body, especially the centers of libido and sexual urges.

As when I was staring at Dawn's device, I found myself more and more curious about it. And also there was some sort of tingling in my pussy, just thinking of it.

I was not into bondage or fetish in any way, but to brush with such interest was unequivocally waking up something in my mind.

Mechanically, I finished my shower and when I came into the room, Dawn was rummaging in her luggage.

"Well, let's set you up for tomorrow, shall we? Try it on."

On my bed there was a beautiful black catsuit, and on the side there were some high heeled boots, I picked some underwear on and proceeded to squeeze my body into it.

Started to put it on by the legs, obviously, and proceeded upward. The fit was tight but the result was beautiful, since it was done with a sort of heavy rubber, with a sort of padding inside, it form-fitted my legs in two marvelous black pillars. Feet were attached to it, and once I had reached my midriff, I realized that my whole body was being transformed into a black statue, a beautiful black statue.

The top part was a little bit tricky since the access to the whole suit was situated in the middle of the back, with a zipper going in an arch from the sides upward. I thought it would be really a chore to wear it, but I could put it on like a shirt, and the result was amazing. The suit was shaped to get the most of my figure, support my breasts, slimming my belly and compressing my butt.

As I was thinking that it would be very difficult to go to the bathroom with that on, I felt there was a crotch zipper just for that.

As if reading my mind, Dawn said:

"You should go commando, under that. Trust me."

Then I tried the boots, the heels were higher than the one I'm used to, but the leg was stiff and the fact they were knee high made wonders to my equilibrium.

"Perfect."

I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror and the whole ensemble was so skin tight that I could easily go around naked and get the same effect. Wow.

With a little help I squeezed out of the suit and after a little chat we went to sleep.

Next morning, I woke up with a mind full of doubts and a knot in my stomach.

Dawn was not in the room, but she entered as I was leaving the bathroom with two passes in hand. She had already gone to the organizers to get clearances and passes.

I could feel that she was buzzing with excitement for the whole thing, I noticed that she had already done her makeup but she was still wearing the plain dress that she sported on the journey here.

I could clearly see that it was wrinkled from the car, and it would be a big contrast with my uniform.

Speaking of which, I put myself to the task of wearing it, by starting in the nude and covering my body inch after inch.

When I came to the part that I could see myself in the mirror, I was breathless. The girl looking back at me, was not me. Definitely. We may share something, but I felt so different from the image I reflected.

I did not have the time to have a clear and critical view of my outfit, because Dawn pressed me to wear the boots and get ready to go down.

While I was latching them on, she was busy doing something else, and once we were leaving the room, she gave me a bag.

"Keep it, there are keys to the stand, showcases, room and everything. You can also put your ID inside. It must always be on you, Do you understand?"

"Why can't you keep it?" I asked.

"Because it does not fit with my outfit." And she shed the dress and went out of the door, wearing only the chastity harness, the thigh cuffs and a beautiful pair of high heeled shoes.

I went with her in disbelief, she seemed completely at ease, and when we got to the exposition floor. I could see that her outfit was actually making a lot of heads turning her way, yet it was amazing how she was acting casual, in a very bizarre way, I was the most dressed but I was more ashamed of myself.

Truth be told, the outfit I was wearing was really beautiful, and comfortable as well, but so revealing I could be nude as well. The simple fact that I was to be in an adult fetish convention, amongst men and women, dressed only in a skintight suit, made me queasy.

As we came to the booth, there was still a lot of work to do. We had to prepare leaflets and business cards, and then Dawn told me something about the products.

She said that most of the people we were going to meet would be into this sort of thing and that they were more than conscious of what those restraints were supposed to do. Most of the job would be to schedule an appointment for those interested to commission Markus something, because there would be the chance to measure them up and then prepare a quotation, once we returned back home.

"Don't worry, I will take measurements in the back room, you use these sheets to get phone numbers, details and whatever."

Then she added.

"This is a peculiar environment, but if you feel in danger or uneasy, please tell me. And I will think of a way to solve the problem. Ok?" I just nodded, wondering what she was meaning by that.

The first hours were pretty sloppy, just the hardcore enthusiasts attended the event from the morning. So we had more than enough time to adjust and to deal with things.

As I had to go to the bathroom, I appreciated Dawn's advice. If I had worn some kind of underwear under the catsuit, it would be very difficult to manage it. And from what I had seen up to that point, my outfit was not nearly as difficult as the ones I had seen through the exposition.

By mid afternoon I started to see more visitors, sometimes men browsing the booths, and some couples.

I was surprised to see a man leading a woman, maybe his wife, by a leash. She was tied up with rope and she could take tiny steps, but they were smiling and laughing together.

When they came in front of our stand, Dawn complimented his ropemanship, and the girl was swooning on her metal device. They were so open about their passions and this made them perfectly acceptable, well it sure helped me to get the hang of the normalcy of the situation.

I have had a little shop experience when I was young, so the way to treat a customer returned to me pretty quickly, but there was a little more to it. I got the hang of a sort of power play, in which I was the master and the customer were the subjects. Was it my outfit, was the tone of their request, I got a sort of mask on as I went to show them the restraint

As I understood it, I asked Dawn if it was something normal or if I was the strange one in the lot. She laughed and told me that it was all going well, and it was the suit. She said it with a smile, and I could not understand if she was telling the truth.

The other thing that got me, were the devices, as I got to put something on a girl, following Dawn's instruction.

The customers were a couple, he was a tall middle aged man, and she was younger than him, but they looked at each other as if they were on the verge of fucking like rabbits there and then.

I could feel the sexual tension, yet they were dressed casually, with jeans, a white shirt for her and a leather jacket for him.

They had asked for something for her upper torso, and Dawn told them she had something for them. Finally the man asked if she could try it on Kitty, that was her name.

Then I noticed that around her neck there was a golden chain closed by a padlock.

As Dawn collected the parts of the restraint, it seemed to me like a bunch of metal thingies, and when I helped Dawn I realized how devious it worked.

It started with a collar enclosing the victim's neck, with two flanges behind that once closed created a sort of recess, thru which a pole was passed, from the top down.

At that point, we fitted her arms with a couple of strange cuffs over the elbows, and each was fitted with a pole protruding. One of these poles was empty and the other fitted inside it, so when they connected, there were holes that could be aligned to let the pole pass, connecting the elbows in the back. The last piece of the contraption were some manacles where we inserted her hands, with a hole for the pole to pass in.

The pole had a thread and as we nudged a nut from the lower end, the manacles were lifted along the pole capturing her wrists and forcing her forearms outward in those cuffs.

"It is like a box tie, but stricter." She explained as the girl's neck was being pushed back and down, by her tightening the nut.

Before we applied this device to her, "Kitty" was a tall girl, dressed in sneakers, jeans and white shirt that was browsing the stalls along her partner. And now, trussed in steel, her demeanour had drastically changed. She had embraced the victim's role, moaning and whimpering as her partner got hold of the pole and used it to move her around.

Her man asked, "Can I keep it for a while?"

Dawn's response was quick. "Yes, of course. Let me lock it, can you leave her your name?"

As I went to write his name down, Dawn fished a padlock and used a hole on the pole to prevent the nut from being unscrewed and free her hands.

"I will lock this and keep the key...."

"Wait a second." The man interrupted her.

I could hear that his woman was starting to protest but he gave no attention to that. Instead, he turned her around and picked her shirt out of her trousers, in the rear.

To my surprise, I found out that in the middle of her back there was a metal pole protruding from under her jeans.

"You are a bastard." She told him, obviously imagining what was going to happen. He picked a piece of chain from a pocket and thread it on a ring that was at the end of the pole.

Then he locked the two ends of the chain to the padlock Dawn was closing on the contraption.

As the girl moved in protest, she found that all the movements she would make with her neck and arms, would add tension to that pole.

"Roger, I will kill you." She was saying, but there was lust in her voice, like whatever discomfort she was experiencing was also the fuel of her libido.

"You see, ladies, Kitty here is a gorgeous woman. Very attractive."

And with that he proceeded to unbutton her shirt, exposing a white bra containing a pair of well endowed breasts.

With a hand he was continuously grabbing her by the collar limiting her ability to escape, and with the other he got one of her tits out from the bra, and then he started to lick her right there in front of us. Instantly all her protest turned into moaning of passion. I saw her hands blocked in the back, flailing trying to grab something.

It was Dawn that, jokingly, interrupted the course of action.

"Ok, guys, there are some playrooms on the other side of the room, or may I remind you that we are indeed in a hotel?"

They stopped on their track and as she was fidgeting with her legs, he thanked us for the assistance and marched with her in the direction of the play areas Dawn mentioned.

"What was that?" I asked.

"It is a couple playing. She hates to be displayed like this, but at the same time she loves it. Why else she would go around with an anal hook up her ass? He knows perfectly her limitations, and I would not be surprised to find them actually doing love on one of the stages in front of a lot of people."

"And you have also the key to her anal hook?"

"Yes. And it goes right into your pouch."

She put that in my bag, and there and then I realized how important it was to keep it safe.

After a while, she came to me and asked, with a glow in her face: "Want to do a walk? I need a mistress."

I must have looked a little strange, because she immediately started to quake with fits of laughter.

"What....?"

"I will be your slave, and we are going to make a tour of the con. It's called PR."

"Errr... ok."

"Do not worry, it will be fun." She was smiling so much that I started myself to feel some enthusiasm, but clearly in my mind, I had no idea of what she meant by this.

And, truth to tell, I watched with mixed feelings as she donned a collar with an attached leash and put it on her neck, and when she closed a pair of handcuffs on her wrist, locking both hands behind her back.

She told me to control if all the showcases were closed and if all keys were in the bag, then I grabbed her leash and we left the stend's relative safety.

I could immediately sense that she was at ease being displayed like that, and this was exquisitely apparent, when we both were approached by people while walking in the aisles. Some asked to look at her harness, some asked to touch it, one asked his girlfriend to take a photo while he was grabbing Dawn by both breasts. As I got more confident, I agreed to someone asking to take a picture as we were making out. Just for fun, I used the leash to force her face to mine and jokingly put an innocent kiss on her lips. She followed me without questions and in the end we were both giggling in embarrassment and laughter.

At first, I was minding that I could be included in the photos they were taking, but after a while I realized that it would be not very troubling or important.

Over all, the stroll was really illuminating, I had not seen most of the things that were sold in different shops. Leather, latex and spandex clothing were strewn on the racks and I could see people trying them out for measure or for comfort; as we had done sometime before, a lot of shop owners were fitting their customers with the merchandise.

And Dawn, I realized, was known, so we had to stop at a few of the patrons, to greet and chat a little. I got to know a couple of models, one leatherworker whose shop was full of very peculiar items of clothing, a steelworker that could not lift his eyes from Dawn's harness.

We were returning back to the stand as we saw some stages in a part of the big exposition area.

All these stages were taken by professionals: some were tying down models to the joy of an audience, some were demonstrating their devices. In one of the stages I could see Kitty, the girl that we had closed in the steel armbinder before, and now her situation had gone for the worst, or for the better, depending on which side you are looking.

She was strapped down on a bondage horse, her neck locked to one end and her legs on the other. Her jeans were pulled down revealing the anal hook they told us before, still lodged in her bum.

On her pussy there was a machine with a dildo attached that was pumping in and out. So blocked she was literally squealing in pleasure, howling.

On her side there was her partner, looking at her with pride and joy, then there was a look between them and, apparently oblivious of everyone else, he started to unzip his pants and she eagerly went on his throbbing erected dick. In front of everyone. I was astounded.

"See, told you so." Dawn said, and without thinking, I suddenly jerked her leash.

The master-slave relationship that I had just witnessed stirred something in me, I did not know why.

We finally got back to the stand, to find a couple of girls that wanted to be sized for a belt, and they went into the fitting room with Dawn.

While she was there measuring, I tended to the stand. A lot of people approached me, interested in the mannequin that was fitted with Dawn's harness, asking if it was possible that someone could walk around trussed like this.

I just smiled, and told them that if they stuck around they could see for themselves. At one point, while I was on the front of the stall, I was approached by a tall woman dressed in a black leather coverall. She was tugging another woman by a leash, a tall amazon, totally bound in rope, to the point that she was forced to take tiny steps to walk about.

By that point; it was clear to me that it was a Mistress-Slave relationship. And if not, it would be more clear by the fact that, while the Slave was keeping her eyes down, the Mistress was the one looking straight at me and talking.

Once again she asked about the harness. And while I was telling her the talking points that I had learned from the sheet, Dawn appeared by my side, after a trip to the bathroom.

The Mistress was startled by her vision, and I could see that also the Slave, inspecting the harness without getting her head high, was excited from what she was seeing.

"Oh, it is beautiful indeed. How does it work?"

"Well, quite well, I must say." Dawn reported smiling.

"I do not suppose you can model it for me? I wish to see it installed."

I could see that Dawn was on the verge of telling her that it was not possible, and I blurted out.

"Well, I can wear it."

Now they were both looking at me.

"Are you sure, Monica?" Dawn was the first to talk.

"Yeah, we have the key, right? And you can put it over my suit, so it is not a problem."

I must have had a very convincing face, because she simply told me: "Ok, if you say so."

Then we fished in the bag for the magnet and she opened the harness taking apart the two halves. I set the mannequin aside in the fitting room and then went in the middle of the stall. I was to be a show for everybody and whatever caution or pruderie I had at the beginning of the day I was obviously past that point.

"Ok, the first part is the back, if there was the butt plug option installed, this would be the time to insert it. But this model does not have it."

The back of the harness rested on my shoulders, while the front was actually dangling between my legs. Then the Mistress asked: "Are there any options that go with that?"

"Yes sure." And she opened a box to take out a couple of large cuffs, telling me to spread my arms.

She then proceeded to put those cuffs over my biceps up my elbows, and then I noticed there were links from them. She put those links in indentures in the harness, and after that she fished a pair of tight cuffs similar to the ones she was herself wearing.

Also those links went into some indentures at the waist of the suit.

As she was fitting them on me, I realized that a little audience had gathered around us, some of them with a camera or a phone in hand, and were catching the scene.

So finally as she closed the front half on the second half, I heard several clicks, and I took stock of the situation.

Now I could move pretty easily beside the additional weight of the restraint on my shoulders, but I could not open my legs due to the cuffs. I paraded in front of them and while moving I found the purpose of the cuffs over my elbows. I could not raise my arms any more, not even to touch my face.

So simple, yet so constrictive.

It seemed like the Mistress was drinking my figure with her eyes and I understood how Dawn must have felt when I was perusing her harness in our room the night before.

I heard her explanation of the harness, what could be fitted and what could be the options. I noticed that she was professional enough not to tell anyone that one of the most constrictive options, she had on her that very moment.

Then, after what seemed to me a long time, the crowd dispersed towards other stalls and products, but the two making the request were still there. One willingly, one less so.

"This is a very interesting thing, no less. Don't you think, Two?" and yanked the rope to force a response. A grunt and a nod were the only things coming from the tied woman.

"She is so worthless, she doesn't even deserve to be called One." To us, and then.

"I was thinking that this could be an improvement for your situation. Do you agree?"

She just nodded.

"I have just decided that you two will be my guest tonight for dinner in my suite. There Two will be measured for her harness. Is it clear?"

Dawn looked at me, I looked back and then she got.

"Yes, it may be acceptable. Do you wish that we bring something to review?"

The Mistress inspected the rest of the booth.

"My slave is industrious with her hands, and I want something to stop that. And also her feet are prone to get around freely if not contained. So you should provide something for that, too. And I think that I'd like to see the whole ensemble on your model, here. I like her restrained."

They were talking about me, without talking to me. I was speechless by the shift in roles that had occurred so suddenly. But I could also tell that it would be very important for Dawn if I accepted the situation, finally I opted to shut up and play along.

"Let's see... something like this?"

Dawn had just picked up the handcuff I had paraded her around with and poised them near my hands, as if it was a fabric to be chosen.

The Mistress stood there for a moment, pondering.

"Close, but not that. I want something more conspicuous."

Hearing those words, from the display, Dawn took another set. It was actually a pair of large cuffs connected by chains, seemed massive.

"Well, well, well. Try them on."

There were some screws that had to be fitted to get them closed, so she used a tool to block me in.

"Can they be soldered in place?" The Mistress asked, and her slave shuddered under her bondage.

"If needed be, but we advise our customer not to make these kinds of decisions." Dawn got a very diplomatic response.

"Do you have something similar for those too." She hinted at my legs.

"Yes, sure, they are an ensemble."

Dutifully Dawn crouched to fit me with these leg cuffs.

Now I could feel the weight of all those metal on me. It was a restriction on top of the movement restriction.

Dawn was also flustered, because to screw the cuffs she had to crouch down, not an easy feat with that harness. And also, I should imagine, the change in position was doing wonders with the intruders in her.

"Wonderful, that is what I want you to wear tonight, my dear."

Without thinking, just following the flow, I lowered my gaze and responded.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Suite 1748, 8 sharp."

And with that she turned on her heels and went away pushing her slave with her.

It was so quick we were left astounded.

"Do you know who she is?" Dawn asked me.

"How could I? Can you free me?"

"Is it painful? Does something pinch?"

"No, not at all. Who is she?"

"Ok, do you know the family of oil dealers that was in the newspaper last month?"

"Yes."

"She is one of them. She is really ready to pay for a suit."

"How much are we talking about?"

She took a pen and a piece of paper, and quickly scribbled something on it. It was a number, with capital n, a Number!

"That's what the Sheik paid for the thing I'm wearing."

"Holy......"

"There is a slice for you also, interested?"

"Hell, yeah."

"Ok, stay here while I close the booth for the day, then we have to get prepared."

"Will you free me?"

"And then I have to go around with all those things in my hands? No, you start in the direction of our room, I will follow you as soon as I have done the things here."

"I'll be waiting for you for ages."

"You think? Try to walk."

She was right, the leg cuffs let me take tiny steps, and also I had to be very careful with my balance, since I had no hands available to cushion the fall. Moreover, I had to stop every few steps, because there were men and women that wanted a photo with me.

I had just reached the entrance to the exhibition hall, as Dawn got to me.

"Good God, you are slow." she said and then exploded into a joyful laugh.


Part 3 (added: 2020/06/30)

As soon as we reached our room, there was a flurry of activities. First Dawn got me free from all the restraints and helped me get out of the suit. As soon as handcuffs and harness were off, I could feel a strange mixture of feelings, a part of me, felt extremely light as if a weight was pulled from me, the other felt so unsecured and unprotected, as if all things not only blocked my access to my own body, but also the others' access as well.

I will never stop being amazed by the winding circuits of my brain. How could I feel a longing to be trapped?

But, Dawn pressed, there was no time for mulling, since we had to prepare for dinner at Mistress'. She was crackling with excitement, and was preparing sheet, paper and a tape meter, to take the slave's measurements.

"What should I put under the harness?" I was thinking out loud.

She stopped on her tracks.

"Well you could put some underwear, or go in the nude, like me."

Another thing to mumble upon as I stepped under the shower. After that, I did my hair and makeup, and returned to the room dressed only in a towel.

Dawn had, indeed, carried something from the stall, and she proposed some different styles of cuffs or chains. She had displayed all of them on my bed, the harness and all, and explained to me what were the options available.

"While you decide, I'll go for the shower."

So there I was, in front of a bunch of metal devices that I was to wear for the next hours. My mind returned to the start of this adventure, when Dawn had to put her harness on by herself in a courtesy room in a hotel.

If I was in that situation, would I be able to do it? Well, that's a chance.

I loosened the towel and started to understand how I could do it.

One of the things Dawn had brought from the booth were some manacles similar to the elbow ones, with a couple of links attached. Obviously they would have to be attached to other indentures in the harness. As I tentatively got them near the harness, I realized the links were magnetic to fit naturally into their recesses.

So first I laid the open harness on the bed, then I put the elbow cuffs in position. I fumbled a little with the manacles, they had some sort of mechanism to be tightened around the wrist with a screw. A screw that Dawn recovered from the stand, obviously.

With a little fumbling, I managed to put them in position, links positioned on the insides of my wrists.

I could already feel the weight of those restraints on my limbs. Last, I stepped into the tight cuffs, keeping those chains in my hands. I had already learnt how to deal with them, just pull them up until they were tight on my legs and then proceed.

Ok, now what? Now, recalling what Dawn had told me, I sat on the harness, the front protruding between my legs. Metal was cold, directly on my skin, and first I fixed the tight cuffs chains to the waist band, as she did before.

Then I tried to insert the elbow cuffs' links in the proper indentures. It was trickier than I pictured in my mind, but after a few tries, I finally succeeded when I discovered that also those rings were magnetically charged, and I just needed to bring them loosely near to have them go in position by themselves.

This left me in a difficult situation, since I was not able to reach for the front part, so I dislodged one of the cuffs and reached out to pull it up. It was hinged in the crotch area, so I figured that it would not be difficult to align the latches once pulled down.

So,I maneuvered once again to connect the elbow cuff, and then I inspected the situation before closing it. I still had my hands free, and I was planning to lock them at my sides. But I quickly figured out that it would not be possible to manage the closure of the harness positioned like that. I figured that the only logical thing was to cross my arms and use my hands to guide in the thing.

When I placed my arms crossed, I saw that the links from my wrist cuffs fell near the middle waist bar and were pulled in position. It was supposed to be just a dry fit, so I did not pay them any attention.

I was still struggling to lower the front of the harness without crushing my delicate partes, the boobs. Once I thought the placement was perfect, keeping the suit in my hand I tried to lower it carefully.

I still was not sure I would have liked to be stuck in that position, and I thought that it would not get closed. And, more, I was planning to pick the harness up and then wait for Dawn to lock it shut.

At that moment, I heard a noise from the bathroom, and a yelp.

It startled me and I let go of the suit.

The hatches were perfect, so they perfectly executed their job. Click. Click. Click.

Holy shit. What the hell had I got myself into?

As I sprung from the bed reacting to Dawn's yelp, I felt that all the things were now locked on me, and the weight was dragging me down. And then I was surprised how difficult it was to get up without being able to use my hands and bend my waist..

Once on my feet I got to the bathroom door, and once inside, I saw that Dawn's hair was just tangled in the support of the shower's head, and she was dealing with that with her hands.

She immediately looked at me, so trussed up, completely surprised.

"What...."

I showed her my cuffed hands, she looked puzzled, and then laughed from the top of her heart.

"Get back in the room, let me finish this."

And so, I left the bathroom to return to my bed, embarrassed. With the hands blocked in that position, reading a book was completely out of question. I was just able to turn on the tv and find something to look at, in the meantime.

I was halfway through one of those shitty reality shows, when Dawn emerged from the bathroom.

"Well, let's see what you have done."

"I was trying to understand how you did it by yourself. And then I got stuck."

She came near me, and inspected how I had latched the cuffs to the harness. She later told me that it was a position like the one in which you place someone in a straightjacket, strict but comfortable.

"Are you ok, is something pinching?"

I tried to move my arms but, beside the constriction, there was not a lot of discomfort.

"No, actually I feel ok."

"So, fine then. Let me get you some shoes."

"You are not letting me out?"

"Nope, now, shut up."

What the hell. She promptly put some high heeled shoes on my feet. Then she arranged my makeup and then she prepped hers as well. And in a matter of minutes she told me that we were ready to go.

"Like this? You are crazy."

I was trying to get hold of the magnet, oblivious to the fact that with my hands locked in position there was no way I could place it on the release point, then Dawn grabbed the thing from me, she scooped up the screwdriver for the cuffs and, to my horror, she put both of them in the middle of the room's table, completely out of reach.

"Are you coming?"

"You are a bitch, you know that?"

She swatted my ass as I was leaving the room and told me "Do not call me mama names, slave."

I could clearly feel the shift in our roles.

We were walking into the corridor, she was dressed just in her harness, with a bag on her arm, clearly oozing power and control, I was following dressed in most of the same, feeling embarrassed and subdued by my own design.

We arrived at the door of the suite, at 8 sharp. Strolling in the corridors we got some stares, but I was more interested in exploring the limitations of my confinement. Running, between shoes and thigh cuffs, was out of question, and neither waving my hands as a cheerleader.

I could only explore my sides and nothing more. As I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror, I could see how the harness was shaping my torso, and I could see that the breasts dome were doing more than justice to my tits.

I had judged, without being able to see them, that Dawn's were bigger and since the metal was curved in her shapes I could feel that I had more than enough room under there.

On the other side, my waist was a little bit larger than hers, the midriff of the harness was hugging my belly a little more. On the whole, I must say that it hugged my form to enhance my curves and even if I must say that I'm not ugly, the image reflected of myself was absolutely stunning. Dawn pushed me away from this reverie.

"Let's go. I do not want to be late."

"Coming."

She knocked at the door, and after a little time, Mistress opened up to let us in.

Well, the suite was three times larger than our room, on the right there was a king size bed while on the opposite side a dining table was set up, with silverware and all the niceties. On the side there was a sort of conversation space with a couple of couches and a tea table.

There was a person seated on the edge of the bed. As I got a clear view, I recognized she was the slave that we encountered before in the dealers' hall.

She was still tied in all the rope, and she looked calm at us.

"Ok, please be seated at the table, I need to prepare Two for dinner, it will take just a few minutes."

Dawn guided me to the table and as we were seated, we could both have a clear view of Mistress and her slave.

"Please." I could hear Two pleading with a soft voice.

"Do not be such a fuss. We have decided before. It will be a wonderful surprise for you. Trust me."

These words were apparently enough to quench any protest, and so Mistress took a little container that I immediately identified as a contact lenses container. She opened it and we observed as she used a little plastic sucker to pick up one lens and with the other hand she spread her slave's eyelids to accommodate it. The tied girl whimpered a little but her Mistress was gentle enough that there was no problem with the first lens, and then with the second.

As she started looking around, we realized that her eyes were now covered in black.

"I had these lenses made by a manufacturer, my friend. They are pitch black and once I have put them on, she is not able to see anything, like a blindfold."

Robbing her slave of the ability to see seemed to have boosted somehow her wits.

As she then proceeded to untie the young woman, I could see that she was actually dressed in rope. Coils and coils went down to the floor leaving her completely in the nude.

"Ok, you may go to the bathroom."

She rose unsteady on her feet and using her hands, she reached the bathroom. She was silent and focused on remembering what was the correct route to her destination. Mistress gave her no help at all.

Dawn had a composure much firmer than mine. I was astounded about how much control the Mistress had over her, seemed total and uncaring.

And to challenge my assumption, she moved swiftly to protect her hips from hitting the table. She was caring after all, and brought her slave there to do her business. She left the door open, robbing her of her privacy. My eyes crossed Dawn's and we made a mental discussion about the weirdness of the whole situation.

Not that we could judge, since we both had locked ourselves in a chastity armor, with limited ways to get out.

After a couple of minutes, Two was again conducted in the room we were in, and she was made to sit near the tea table. Now that it got my attention, I noticed that there were some things that I could not identify and there was a hammer and a tacking block.

They were placed like it was a sort of a show for us, and as a matter of fact, I could believe it was, aiming to make Dawn understand the slave limitations, considering the custom harness we were to discuss.

She proceeded to put her slave right hand in a sort of metal glove, which forced her to close her fingers in a fist. It was formed by two hinged halves and once closed there was a closure that went around her wrist. I was expecting a padlock to seal it up but instead she inserted a rivet and then squashed it close with the hammer and the tack block.

Wait, she had asked before if it was possible to close the harness permanently, she was not joking.

"No" protested Two in a low tone.

"Don't be a fuss, when we get home I will drill them out. Shush."

And then she locked the left hand.

"Just a second, we are nearly set."

Mistress picked up a u-shaped thing and ordered her slave to open up. She then put the thing in her open mouth and proceeded to open it.

Once satisfied with her work, she then directed her slave to the table.

She was completely naked, blind, unable to talk, and unable to grab anything. I must admit that her state was somewhat arousing to me. She was free and restrained at the same time.

On top of that, the Mistress picked up some of the ropes left on the bed and proceeded to tie her to the seat with her hands securely restrained behind her back.

I realized that our situation was not that different as the Mistress presented us with appetizers and food.

There was small talk between Dawn and her, but nothing involving us "slaves", as if we were not even in the room.

"So, you seem very focused on your job, you keep that thing on at all times?" The Mistress asked Dawn.

"It does suit me, don't you think?" answered my friend, diplomatically evading the question.

The other was only looking at her, I could see that she had sensed that something was off with that answer.

Both were talking and meanwhile they were serving me and Two, since the two of us were not able to provide for ourselves. Without anything else to do, I noticed how Dawn was eating small morsels, and it was something that I did not happen to notice before.

The food was good, but it was undercut by the surrealness of the whole setup. I was wondering what was Two's situation, and asking myself what would bring me to let someone control me in that kind of way.

Yet, Dawn was exerting a lot of control on me, even if it was me that had restrained myself in this way. On her part, Two seemed satisfied with her position, gloriously naked and getting little morsels without being able to utter a word. I could appraise her breasts, well endowed and her body with all its curves. She had brown hairs cut short, that went along with a sweet face.

We ate, we drank in a silent environment, except for Dawn and Mistress chit chatting. She asked politely how the business was going in the exhibition.

"Well, we made a lot of contacts, you see, these two things are really a show stopper." She replied signaling our two harnesses.

"I'm sure they will bring you a lot of luck. After all, they are the reason you are here. Let me get your plates. Was it all good, girls?"

Even if I could talk without impediment, I simply nodded and so did Two.

Mistress stood up and conducted us away from the table in the adjoining sitting room where there were two couches and a tea table.

I followed Dawn and sat on the couch, while she excused herself to the bathroom, since she already knew the directions. While I was left behind, Mistress ordered Two to stay on her tiptoes in the middle of the room, and approached me.

"Is it comfy?"

"Well, nothing pinces, but after a while you can definitely feel its weight."

I was talking and she inspected my harness and my body underneath, first just looking then passing her finger to find out how tight it was on me. She inserted her nail inside my waist band, and I did not dare to move.

They were obviously explorations made to appraise the product, and I did not find the sensuality in it, but it was apparent to me how defenseless I was, in that position.

Dawn returned and I could feel that Mistress was staring at her.

"Shall we proceed?" Asked.

Mistress made a gesture as if inviting her to help herself to the waiting slave, and then we watched from the couch as my friend took her pad and a meter and started to measure the woman.

She had her mouth open and her eyes were shooting about trying to see what was going to happen, without being able to do so. I tried to fix my eyes on her body, and it struck something in me. I could feel my cheeks turning red. What was happening to me?

I trusted that all eyes were on Dawn measuring Two, but in a short time, I would have discovered that it was not entirely true.

I observed Dwan sketching on her pad the figure of a female body and then jotting every measure that she took. Some I understood, after all we all have been to a tailor shop, some were more difficult. When she left the pad beside me, I could see that she had precisely taken the position of both Two's orifices, the shape of her boobs and also the distance of her areolas from the higher end of the ribcage. Seemed like an overkill.

At the end of it, I could see that Dawn was exhausted, with all her crouching and standing up, the harness and, I suspected, the two intruders were taking their toll.

Leaving Two in her position she finally sat on the couch, visibly adjusting her harness in the crotch area.

"Well, is it uncomfortable?" Mistress noted.

"Uh, no. Not at all. But it takes a while to get adjusted."

"It will be a relief to get it out at night, I presume."

"Err... yes. Even if I try to leave it around the less possible." said Dawn diplomatically.

"Not even for the bathroom?"

"Actually no, Monica, if you would be so kind." With her hands she ordered me to stand up. She went to her bag to fish a key from it.

I had seen it before, it was the key to open the outer shield of the harness. I was on my feet in front of the Mistress, my crotch area was level with her face. Dawn forced my legs as open as they could go, despite the thigh cuffs, and then inserted the key in a keyhole that was actually over my vagina. To my utter surprise, I heard a click and then, I could not see directly because of my arms crossed in front of me, some pressure was relieved from my labia. After that I could sense some air seeping by, and a metal thing passing in the space between my thighs. My eyes raced to a mirror in a corner and there I found a more complete view of the device.

The key unlocked the central portion of the harness panties section. This shield, for lack of a better word, was, I discovered, hinged at the back, so it was not detachable and had to stay on. Mistress was kneeling and looking at the space of my body revealed by the shield. In fact, she was actually inspecting my pussy and my anus, thus enhancing my feeling to be completely on display.

"So, even open, she does not gain access and penetration?" As she asked, I could feel that she was trying to force a finger in me. But apparently there was some kind of inner shield that prevented her from prodding further, I could feel just pressure but absolutely no touching. And the same went from the ass area.

"No, she can expel urine and feces, but without any access. You see, there is a slit just on her urethra, so it can flow outward without any problem. This model is not fitted with a dildo, but it can be. For the rear, this one has just a slit that permits evacuation and cleaning, it can be fitted with a sphincter dilator and a butt plug."

Instinctively, I looked to the Mistress' face as she was staring at Dawn, obviously trying to guess what kind of optionals were in her harness. She continued to prod Dawn for details, instead.

"So, this key serves only for bathroom breaks. There is no need to open this thing, is it?"

"No, actually, no."

"And without the key what would happen?"

"I would guess cramps, discomfort and then pain. But this key is a pretty common one, and it can be copied everywhere. Also, it is the same for all harnesses. It is a safety feature."

Mistress took the shield and closed me up, and with the key in hand, asked.

"So this works also with yours, can I try?"

Dawn was taken by surprise, "Err.... Yes, please."

We looked at each other, clearly understanding that in that very moment, the roles had changed and that the Mistress was taking charge of the whole thing. She had sensed Dawn's eagerness to sell the harness and she was exploiting it to find how much Dawn was a slave herself.

Mistress found the keyhole on her harness, and clicked it open. I could see that her shield was quite different from mine,

"What do you have here?"

It was difficult for Dawn to describe her predicament, something that obviously made her uncomfortable and suffering, but she gathered enough composure to tell her.

"On the front, there is a surgical steel dildo, with some ledge that lets the urine flow without having to be dislodged."

As Mistress pried open, I could see that, attached to the shield, there was a long steel rod curved upward. I immediately realized that it was positioned where her anus was.

"And here?"

"The inner shield works like a dilator, with some flanges positioned past the sphincter. To the outer shield, there is a rod that inserts and seals the dilator, its end prods the final tract of my lower intestine."

"Is it uncomfortable?"

"Definitely."

"How long can you keep it?"

"Indefinitely. It is safe, from a medical point of view, provided that I clean it thoroughly at least once a day. It makes its presence constantly known."

"Do you have the key?"

"No."

A meter apart from them there was Two, still standing in the middle of the room, silent. From her body language I could see that she was trying to piece the whole conversation. Since she would be on the receiving end of this device, she was more than interested.

Mistress realized it, and came to her. She went directly to her pussy with her hand, as if to evaluate.

"I ordered you not to come, Do you understand it?"

She just nodded.

"Did you hear what the lady said?"

She nodded again.

"Are you ok with this?"

She was trembling with excitement, apparently picturing herself in what she could only hear. Mistress came to her, and changing completely her tone, she whispered in her ear.

"Are you really sure, you want something like that?"

With tears on her eyes, she stood still and then nodded one, two, three times, with growing certainty.

There she was, a girl willing to subject herself to this kind of restraint. All that I had been mumbling about for the last two days, since I had discovered Dawn's situation and being told for whom was the harness designed, now I was looking at a willing slave.

Mistress took her hand from Two's pussy and examined the level of moisture left on her finger.

After that she looked at me directly and told me.

"Why don't you two go on the bed and play, while we are discussing." More an order than a simple suggestion.

Dawn nodded to me and I moved towards the bed, grabbing Two with me. She was still unable to see and so she twitched a little, feeling my hand on her back. With my arms still chained it was not an easy feature to guide her to the bed, conscious as I was that also she could not use her hands properly.

We came to the king size bed at the other side of the suite, and I was still thinking about a whirlwind of things: Two's eager acceptance, Dawn's endurance of the device, Mistress's request for her opinion. There was just so much to digest, and, on top of that I was startled when, once on the bed, Two started to caress me, first with her restrained hands, then with her own tongue.

I must have said before, I have never been too much into women, but once again my own body was surprising me with its reactions. I was beginning to protest, but instead I relented to the waves of pleasure that her skillful caresses were giving me.

I must have been on the edge, because I accepted her moving onto me placing her dripping vagine in reach of my own mouth while she was starting to lick the areas in my own crotch near the shield of the harness.

This was really a first, but again I went with the mood and I could feel excitement rising in me. The panties part of the harness I was wearing was evidently not tight enough to my body, because to my surprise I could feel her tongue insinuating itself between metal and skin. These contacts sent me shivers all around my body, and in response I started to use my own tongue on her outer labias and then further in.

I could hear her moaning from her open mouth, and in a little I could feel myself react in the same way. Then it was like a blur to me, I felt the tip of her tongue probing my nether regions and as I started to buckle in the throngs of passion the harness was fighting my every move, It stopped me from spreading my legs, it impeded from arching my back and the more it forbade me the more I got turned on. In retrospect it was amazing how I could access some kind of brain orgasm without penetration and while giving head to someone else.

I remember that when I came down I felt spent, obviously the day was presenting me its costs and I dozed gently off to sleep.

When I woke up, later, I was surprised by the restraint of the harness still on me, and then I noticed that the room was empty. Except for Two, who was gently snoring beside me, on the bed.

With some difficulty, I managed to get out of the bed, and started to explore the suite. Mistress and Dawn were nowhere to be seen. As I looked about I found Dawn's pad. On an empty sheet there was a note.

"Out drinking with M. Stay safe."

Ok. So I was being left on my own, in another room with a nympho with which I could not communicate, a blind nympho, for that matter. Great, just great.

I stumbled to the bathroom, but without the use of my hands there was little I could do, except maybe shitting myself. No way.

Then I returned to the bed and started to wake Two up. I noticed that we were both smelling of sex, and were in need of at least a shower.

I saw her waking up, surprised to find out that she still had her obscuring lenses on. She tried to speak but that also was impaired, her hand went to her mouth in an involuntary reflex, and I saw that she had the gloves. Useless.

"Ok, if you stand still, I might be able to release the gag. What do you say?"

She simply nodded and went to sit at the edge of the bed. Moving my head sideways, I shuffled near her and found that my right hand found itself at her mouth's height. My fingers went between her open lips, and explored. I had seen the device when Mistress inserted it in place, so I thought I had a clear mental image of it. It was created by two metal arches and some screws on the sides, these arches were shaped to rest between the teeth and push on the upper and the lower part of the mouth. The side screws were in tension so that she could never have opened them using the mouth but my fingers could exert more than enough grip to pry them shut.

It took me some time and effort but in the end I was able to retrieve the thing from her mouth.

"Oh God, thank you." were her first words as she started to move her jaw up and down.

"Well, you are welcome. By the way my name is Monica."

"My name is Two."

"Mistress is not around, your real name, please."

"Stephanie. Where is Mistress? Are we alone here?"

"Nice name, better than Two. Yes we are alone, since your Mistress and my colleague are out to drink."

"Your colleague?" She looked astonished.

I summed up the whole story, the trip from the coast, the exhibition and how I ended up being a model to display the harness.

"I really thought you were her slave."

"Like you?"

"Err.... Yes. Sorry, did not mean to offend...."

"None taken, Stephanie, none. Can I ask you something?"

She nodded.

"I will not tell anyone. Are you really ok, with all of this?"

She nodded again.

"Seriously? Why?"

"It's difficult to explain, but I like it. I like the sense of care and attention she reserves me. I have suggested this scenario, I have told her about these."

She showed me her trapped hands.

"I insisted that she closes them permanently until we return home. I like it."

"But you are giving all the power to her, is that right?"

"Yes, that is the point."

The response shocked me at my core. I was not accustomed to not being in control, but yet, right now I was not in control.

"Look, I have a problem. I have to go to the bathroom."

"I do not think I can help you." She put her restrained hands in front of her.

"Well, actually, you could not help me even if your hands are free, since I do not have the key to open the harness to take a piss. Let me check."

I stood up and went to the table. I saw Dawn's pad, but no key. Then I explored the bathroom, in search of ideas and strategies.

"Stephanie, I found how you can help me. Can you?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"In here there are two bathrobes. We could wear them, and then I can guide you to my room. You could then punch the code in the keypad, that right now is out of my reach and then you could help me with the magnet to open this thing. And then I can go to the bathroom."

"Are you sure?"

"Well, the alternative is a royal mess. And also you and I are in dire need of a shower, we reek of sex, literally."

"Ok, then. It'll be fun."

Without letting her wander blindly around the suite, I laboriously got the robes from the hooks they were hanging and carried them to the bed. Then I helped her to put her arms in the robe and then we shuffled to get a sort of knot on the rope.

With a lot of difficulties we put the other robe on me, and I could keep the front sort of locked with my restrained hands.

"Are you sure?" I finally asked, convinced that if Mistress had decided to leave her in the room, this was certainly a sort of rule breaking, which I had forced on her.

"Yes, what could possibly go wrong?"

"Shut up, do not get me started on it."

"By the way, could you please put the gag in a pocket."

Curious about the request, I managed to get hold of it and we went out of the door. She was wearing the courtesy slippers that I had found in the bathroom. Stephanie let out a muffled yelp when she heard the suite door closing behind us.

Since I was the vision compliant one, I steered her to the lift. I did not get the hour, but I thought that we were in the wee hours of the day, so there seemed no one was around the hotel.

The lift doors opened with a chime, and once we went in I guided by voice her stumped hand to push the right button.

That was a glitch in my plan since I did not imagine that it would be so difficult for her to negotiate the right button on the lift pad. And unfortunately, the key pad to access our room was smaller that this one.

I imagine that two girls in bathrobe wandering about a hotel at night was just a sight to see. Imagine if someone was able to discover the other half of the story, well, it would be a show with tickets to sell.

I was not interested in such a show, and neither Stephanie, I thought. For that, I was more than happy to reach the door without any unexpected encounter. It really took a while to direct her to push the right buttons of the lock. And when the door opened with a click, I could see myself ready to address the pressure of my lower abdomen.

As we entered, my eyes started to roam around to try and locate the magnet. I was worried that Dawn had put it somewhere where it would be difficult to retrieve.

"Wherewherewhere... there it is." It was on the table among other products that we picked up from the exhibition.

"Stephanie, could you please come here."

She reached me with tiny steps, unsure of her own surroundings. And once she got to the table, I guided her to pick up with her trapped hands the magnet. And with my voice, I told her the right height where to keep it.

I thought later that it was a risk, had she dropped it, probably we could not be able to get it back.

I moved in her direction with caution, and as the magnet went in contact with the harness in the right spot, in the silence of the room, we both could hear a series of clicks.