Coast to Coast Pt. 02

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.