"What if he needs to use the bathroom?" asked Karen.
"Well, at first I thought of making him wear a nappy" replied Mrs Lix, "but I realised that I had to find a way of getting him from one place to another. He'll have to clean up. His mouth has to be clean, and he's going to smell unless I can bathe him, or have him bathe himself. And he needs to eat and drink and sleep even if we're turning him into a sex toy."
Karen giggled. "What are you going to do? Strap roller skates to his knees?"
"Actually," said Mrs Lix, "You're not a million miles away."
Mrs Lix had remembered seeing a sort of trolley in the garage. The sort of thing you use to move fridges and washing machines around. She had rooted it out and made sure it would roll, pulling and pushing and spinning it. She tried again while standing on it, scooting herself around. It was a little bit rusty, but the wheels ran fairly smoothly across the concrete floor. She thought they were probably big enough to cope with carpeting. One of the wheels was just a little stiff, and it squeaked annoyingly until she oiled it. She cut a piece of plywood to size and made a baseboard for it. She glued some foam padding to this before covering it with a piece of dark blue vinyl. Finally she had painted it white. She showed a picture of it to Karen.
"Wow!" said Karen, admiringly. "That's awesome. I wish I was practical like you."
"I have to be." Mrs Lix told her. "Nothing gets done unless I do it. He's bloody useless."
"Not any more" said Karen.
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And then... The doorbell chimes.
I'm not worried. If nobody answers they'll just go away. It's probably just the postman or something anyway.
But I feel her lifting her weight off the cushion, and I feel her sliding her legs out from the nix. Before she leaves the room though, she does two things. Firstly I feel a collar being put around my neck. I recognise this collar. I bought it a couple of years ago. It was the biggest one the pet shop had. Broad and thick, with a sturdy metal ring on one side, and a buckle on the other. It's studded with shiny stainless steel nubs. I can feel her doing something else behind my neck but I can't see what it is. I hear a click, and I suppose she's clipped the dog lead I bought with the collar to the ring. I try to move my hands to investigate, forgetting briefly that they're fastened to the belt around my waist. They pull up short with a jerk, and a rattle of chain. I pull briefly against the restraints before relaxing again.
Then I feel a pair of headphones being placed over my head and fitted snugly to my ears. A moment later, the sound of Whitney Houston fills my ears,
"And Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii will always love yoooooouuuuuuuuuuu"
Bitch.
Whitney Houston gets on my nerves like few other singers can. This is like having my ears flogged with a frayed steel cable, and Mrs Lix knows full well. This is entirely deliberate. She knows how much it grates, and I have to laugh, especially when the song finishes, only to start again a few seconds later. Bitch.
I try to sit up. This is when I find that the lead, if that's what she attached to the collar, must also be fastened to the coffin. I try to swivel round but I find that the belt is also somehow fastened. Like she said, I really should pay more attention. Ah well. The bondage is actually turning me on. Except for the music.
I wonder where Mrs Lix is? She might have gone to answer the door. She might very well be right next to me, laughing at me.
I wait.
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Mrs Lix pulled on a clean pair of panties, and went downstairs to answer the door. As she had expected, it was Crystal, dressed casually in faded jeans and pink T Shirt. She had an overnight bag over her shoulder. They greeted each other warmly and Mrs Lix invited her in. They made their way to her craft room. As they walked, Mrs Lix was checking the details on her tablet.
"You wanted a pink nylon pair, size 14, yes?"
"That's right." said Crystal.
Mrs Lix opened a large wooden cupboard that contained stacks of white cardboard boxes. She took one from the top of a stack and after reading the label carefully, she handed it to Crystal, who opened it carefully to find, nestled in pink tissue paper, the garment she had ordered. Smooth pink nylon at the front, with a black bow at the top. The back was sheer mesh, and the crotch had, as is usual, a layer of cotton on the inside.
Crystal examined it with interest. She looked at the neat stitching, and ran a finger around the hole.
"That's brilliant!" She announced. "Where on earth did you get the idea?"
"It was Mr Nix that thought of it." said Mrs Lix. "I just do the donkey work."
"Do you make many of them?"
"It started off really quiet" Mrs Lix told her, "But Mr Nix has been promoting them. He contacted some websites that specialise in Femdom porn, and he's writing stories about them on erotic lit sites. So it's building up quite quickly. Karen has promised to help too."
"She's a real character" said Crystal. "I've known her for a few years and she's hilarious. Especially after a couple of glasses of gin. Were you there when she did the pole dance at the bus station?
"No." said Mrs Lix, fascinated. "Tell me more."
But at that moment they heard loud laughter coming from upstairs.
"What was that?" asked Crystal.
"Private joke between me and Mr Nix." Mrs Lix told her. "He once worked at a place that played the same music, day in, day out, and it really did his head in."
She looked at Crystal with a grin. "Now he's having to listen to it again. If you want to leave the headphones on him, feel free, but it might be a little uncomfortable for you. If you want to talk to me without him hearing, you can put them back on him. Or you can just clamp his ears between your thighs." She nodded towards the stairs. "Anyway, shall we go?"
Crystal excused herself and went into the bathroom. "I took the liberty of freshening up." She said as she emerged. "I'm a little self conscious."
"So are most Women" said Mrs Lix. "Except for Karen. She'd rub her smelly fanny in anyone's face if she thought they'd enjoy it."
