He cut the black tape and freed my arms and legs.He cut the black tape and freed my arms and legs. It actually hurt to straighten my legs after having them cramped in that position for so long. Electrician's tape doesn't hurt to pull off, though. He threw my wrist cuffs on the bed with two padlocks and told me to put them on. He left the room without checking to see whether I obeyed. Jesus. It took me a minute just to figure out how to sit up. You have no idea how awkward it is to try to do simple things like get out of a bed and walk when you can't bend your back or even turn your head much. The collar of this thing (he wanted me to be wearing it while I typed this part, so I am) is so high that I can't look up or down, I can only turn a little to the side. I'm looking down my nose now, just to see the monitor. I teetered to the mirror on the four inch heels. I have small feet, and four inches puts me very nearly on tiptoes. Strangely enough I thought I was beautiful. In a campy Barbarellaesque sort of way. The sleek black plastic is highly polished, and shaped to flatter my every curve. My face was flushed with the stimulation and excitement of a near-orgasm. I was still extremely aroused, and seeing myself in the mirror made me more so. The high, almost orthopedic collar held my chin tilted into the air in a kind of regal but unnatural posture. My hair was a huge white curly cloud around my head and behind the black collar. It held me in tightly at the hipline, pressing against me just above my hips and compressing my waist, a bit like a corset. It pinched a bit until I had moved and wriggled about a bit and settled into it. It never actually got comfortable, though. As I have already said, my legs are wide-set, so there is a space between them as I stand naturally, unless I squeeze them together. The plastic between my legs widens and accentuates that space unnaturally, almost grotesquely; a small padlock dangles in the gap. I felt round the rim of the torso. I could (can) just barely get my fingers under it at the crotch, but not enough to touch myself there. With my hands, I felt my buttocks bulging on either side of the crotch piece in back. Heels clicking on the tile, I teetered to the bathroom and got the hand mirror to look over my shoulder. |