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into my
crotch quite uncomfortably. Exactly what he wanted.
He had me take out my contact lenses, too, and put on the stilet-
to boots again, with the chains that hold them on. And my wrist cuffs.
He had me bend over and hang my hair down into the hood while he
pulled it on over my head and zipped it from my chin to the base of my
throat. He zipped the hood to the collar, too. I was completely
enclosed in the suit. I could breathe and speak, but I couldn't see a
thing. Of course I know what it looks like, since I had tried it on
before sewing up the eye holes. I will leave it to your imagination.
He had me stand. I was disoriented, on four inch heels and unable
to see, but he rectified my inability to balance by chaining my wrists
overhead at the foot of the bed and my ankles apart at the ends of a
three-foot pole, a spreader bar, if my understanding of ASBese is
accurate.
Although spread-eagled, I could stand fairly easily, even on four
inch heels. I wasn't hanging by my wrists or anything drastic like
that; in fact, I might have fallen if my wrists hadn't been chained
above my head. He left me standing there for a moment while he left
the room. I didn't know it at that particular moment, but shortly I
would learn that he had go
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