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Yoga bondage
Brooke checked her image in the full-length mirror. A fit woman in her early forties, wearing a sports outfit and standing on a pair of shiny black high heels. The combination made no sense, but it sure made her legs look great! She turned around in the small booth, picking up her clothes and draping them over the stool. She was so grateful that Ted had built this cabinet in the shed. Before that, she always changed clothes in the bedroom of the house. But the ten yards she had had to walk to the shed had always felt like a walk of shame, even in the dark of night. Sometimes, a window would light up in one of the neighboring houses. At one time, someone even shone a flashlight right into their garden.
She opened the door and stepped back into the shed, or the atelier, as Ted used to call it. Bondage furniture was everywhere, and gadgets were everywhere, on workbenches, in various phases of completion. It was a happy, busy mess, and he never seemed to get tired of it.
She was familiar with a few of the larger contraptions—the Frog bench, a copy of Stocks in a Box, and the infamous One Bar Prison, of course—but others were new to her, and she wondered about their functions. She didn't have time to ponder too long because at the front of the shed, the door opened, and Ted came in.
Room with two doors
The interrogation room was small, with two doors—one in front of her and one to her left. On the wall to her right, there was a large window that went totally dark from time to time. In between, it showed some silhouettes going about—a see-through mirror from the other side, no doubt. The chair and the table were bolted to the floor.
Caldera sat bending over the table to scratch her nose. Reliefed, she sat back up and pondered her situation while waiting for the translator to arrive. Having her wrists cuffed to the table didn't bother her too much. This region didn't have a history of torture or misuse. While getting arrested had not been part of the plan, she was pretty confident that she would be back on the street within the hour. At least her cover was still intact: that was of the utmost importance!
The door in front of her opened, and a man came in. Something told her that he wasn't the interpreter she was waiting for. For a moment, he just stood there, looking down at her, smiling. Then she followed him as he walked around her to the back of the chair.
Without warning, he reached out from behind, pulling back her skirt.
"What-wait..!"
The Hazing of Ghiselle
The hazing period had been tough. Physically, but also emotionally. They made her run up and down a hill ten times, with an increasingly heavy backpack. She had been doing dishes for six hours while the ladies were having a party. In the gym, there had been a program of twenty push-ups, fifty sit-ups, and ten bench presses with twenty pounds for four rounds.
Also, she was made to ride a hobby horse in the middle of the room during a tea party. She had stood on a table, presenting herself for two hours, repeating: "My name is Ghiselle, my measures are 34-25-35, My name is Ghiselle..."
The interviews had almost broken her. Sitting blindfolded on a stool, she had to answer a multitude of the most impertinent questions from a panel sitting three meters in front of her. Having to speak about her most intimate sexual fantasy made the blood rush to her cheeks, but when she was forced to talk about the death of her father, it brought tears to her eyes. But she persevered and made it to the final day.
She finally got to wear the uniform on the fifth and final day. Nothing else, though. Just the sweater, the skirt, and the shoes, with a scarf in the sorority colors to top it off. No bra, no panties.
Hush
Knights City, the Cardinal's Hall, Bondage Con.
Behind the scenes, the Sullivan sisters are preparing for their podium act. Kayleigh is working on her make-up while Maeve sits down idly in her bondage dress. It's called a dress, but actually, it is nothing more than a combination of a hobble skirt and a single glove, being held together in a way that exposes all her private parts.
"Why do they only want to hire me as a submissive? It sucks!"
"Because they know you hate it, and it shines through... That's exciting for the public..."