In Plain Sight

It's unusual for him to want you to come and see him during a weekday, but you do as you were trained and dutifully take the day off. As you arrive at his flat, you also consider that it's unusual for him not to specify at least some element of your attire, but not today. All you got was: "Be at my front door by 8am."

You knock on the door at precisely 8am. You don't need reminding not to be late again. The door swings open under your knock and you cautiously follow it into the flat.

He's walking towards the kitchen as you come in.

"Good, you're here. Get naked and head into my office. I've laid some items on the desk. Get dressed and wait for me in the corner."

Typical. Not even a "Hello."

You strip off quickly, being careful to fold everything and place it neatly on the table he's left beside the door for this, then head into the office.

As you go in, you see a small pile of items on his desk. You also can't help but notice the small cross set up behind his desk.

Curious, you pick up the first item, which turns out to be a crotchless bodystocking in a virulent shade of green. A matching latex hood that leaves your mouth clear, and how on earth did he find heels that high in such an obnoxious shade of green?

Shaking your head, you start to get dressed. Once you've got everything on and can still just about see blurry shapes through the hood, you make your way to the corner.

Not too long later, you hear him come into the office and approach from behind. The full head harness is a surprise as he puts it on you; the mouth insert that feels like a gum shield especially so.

As he seals the final closure tight, you feel him wrap a stiff posture collar around your neck, forcing you to hold your head high. As a final finishing touch, he puts leather cuffs on your wrists and arms above the elbows, ensuring that your arms won't be free and forcing your chest forward.

Putting a hand on your neck, he brings you back towards where you remember the cross being. A certain amount of to-ing and fro-ing later, he tells you to take up a slut-drop position.

The vertical bar of the cross goes up between your arms whilst the horizontal one snugs up under your armpits.

You feel him attaching your cuffs to the central pole, ensuring that you won't be able to rise too much out of the squat. You feel him reaching into your crotch and then a tug on one of your labia rings.

Wow, that's taut.

He says to you, "I've connected that ring to the heel of your shoe. Don't try and stand up too fast, will you?"

He repeats this for the other labia and then moves away, returning a few seconds later. You feel him smear something cold and slippery just below your clit, then there's a pinch and you realise that he's plugged your piss hole.

You can feel the weight of whatever it is pulling down towards the ground as he fumbles around in your crotch again. There's a gentle tug on your hood piercing. Then, after a second more movement in your crotch, you let out a sharp hiss and do your best not to recoil as he clamps something to your clitoris.

It's all you can do not to pull too hard on the chains linking your labia to your heels. If you could suck through your teeth, you'd be hissing like a kettle at this point; instead, you're restricted to breathing hard through your nostrils.

"Two final touches, slut, and then you'll be ready for today. It's going to be a busy one."

You feel something tapping against your asshole as he starts to work something up into you. The burn as it pushes past and into you is momentarily enough to make you forget the clip on your clit.

Oooof, that's big. DID IT JUST GET BIGGER!? Christ, it's inflatable.

"Final touch, pet."

You feel a tug on the plug in your urethra, and then a matching tug at the gag in your mouth. You feel a second tug at your mouth and cool water begins to flow into it. It's not a lot, but it's constant. You have to monitor your breathing to manage the level of water in your mouth.

"Good girl. Can't have you being dehydrated today. Seems a shame to waste any water, so waste not, want not, and we'll make sure it gets recycled. For the next eight hours or so."

"Don't worry about anyone seeing you when I'm on a call. I've got a green-screen program editing you out of the background. You just sit there all day in plain sight."

He sits down at his desk and fires up his laptop. You do your best not to piss despite the amount of water now filling you and your bladder. It's not until the electric shocks to your clit cause you to lose bladder control that you surrender to the inevitable.