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full breath before his cock was once again blocking my airway. My lungs burned, and I felt panicky, struggling against my bonds. My movements merely caused the chair to slip free from its position, sliding a few inches forward. He followed, never slowing his pace. The chair moved across the floor with each of his forceful blows, until something sharp, the corner of something wooden and solid, pressed between my pussy lips and ground hard against my clit.
    I screamed over h is cock with a new orgasm. He let out a shout as his semen shot down my throat in steady bursts, forcing me to either swallow or drown in it.
    Finally, he pulled out of my mouth with a pop, and I heard his zipper. I gasped for air and worked my jaw, thankful that at least for a moment or two I might be left alone.
    “Prepare her in this. I’ll be waiting in the car.” The heels of his expensive shoes clicked across the hardwood floor moving away from me.
    He’d only been gone for a minute or so when another man moved behind my chair, leaning over me. With quick hands, he freed my neck, wrists, and ankles, and then pulled me unsteadily to my feet. It had been so long since I’d been able to use my legs to support myself that my muscles seemed to have forgotten how. While I wobbled, holding onto his shoulders for support, he lifted my legs one at a time so I could step into something.
    Panties? My brain struggled to comprehend what was happening even as he pulled them up my legs. When he had it in place, though, I knew this was no ordinary pair of panties. They were crafted out of some thin, lightweight metal, sculpted perfectly to cup all of my curves without actually pressing against them completely. He tightened something at the back, then settled a lock into place. There were openings along the sides between a band at my waist and more around my thighs. But it fit so perfectly against me that nothing would get close to my pussy, my ass…or my clit.
    It was like a chastity belt. Good lord.
    I hadn’t come close to adjusting to the sensation of wearing metal panties when he started putting something else on my top. A metal bra, made out of the same material, that cupped my tits but left just a breath of air between the metal and my nipples. He fitted the straps over my shoulders and tightened a band around my back, then I heard another lock click into place.
    Again, there was no way anything was getting inside to touch my nipples.
    He slipped some slinky black dress over my head, tugged it into place so it almost covered my ass, and then handed me a pair of black stilettos. I slid my feet into them and then tried to adjust the dress. When I tugged it down, though, my metal-covered tits were clearly visible. I readjusted it, trying to find some sort of happy medium, but no matter how it hung it was either too short at the bottom or too low-cut at the top.
    But then again, unless we were going to be somewhere in public, it wouldn’t exactly matter. Most likely, whoever this guy was who had just spent a million dollars so he could fuck me for five years wanted nothing more than to take me home and fuck me.
    But if that was the case…why the chastity belt and bra?
    When I finally stopped fiddling with the fabric, the man I’d been left with took me by the arm and tugged me off the stage I’d been on, forcing me to nearly run in my stilettos in order to keep pace. He led me through a series of hallways, winding through what seemed to be a maze.
    When we finally reached a large black exit door, it opened to the night air and a nearly pitch-black sky. The moon was hidden behind the side of the unmarked building we’d been in, but a few stars were peeking out from behind clouds. A single car was parked beside the building with the engine running and the parking lights on, situated in such a way I couldn’t see the license plate. It was black, sleek, and the windows were tinted so I couldn’t make out anything inside.
    The man I was with pulled me up to