Coast To Coast Pt 05

Dawn and Lyll immediately turned towards me, and I could see from their faces that they were puzzled, since I was not showing those devices to everyone.

As a matter of fact, I was still undecided if I would have the guts to be like that in the open, but first I wanted to have a good look at myself, by myself.

To sate my curiosity, I went to a nearby stand, the owner of which we had known the day before, where I knew I could find some changing booth with a full body mirror.

I approached the man and asked if I could use it, and he was very kind to me. In a couple of minutes I found myself in another enclosed space in the middle of an exhibition center full of people to the brim.

With trembling hands, I pulled up the shirt from over my head and inspected my reflection.

I was stunned, it was wonderful. The belt enhanced my belly, and contained my bottom hugging my sides in a sensual way, while the bra modeled my breasts in a spectacular way.

While I had made peace with my body some time before, I was still a little bit scared to let myself so open to everyone. But now I could undeniably see an amazing woman, and I found into my own self the strength to take this really big step.

Without putting the shirt on again, I let out a deep breath and left the changing stall and, just with the devices on, I walked strolling back to Dawn and Lyll.

The only words I said were to myself.

"Let's face it, Monica, you must have had a lobotomy, during the night." And this little jest brought a smile to my face.

During the short walk between the two stands, I could see that some of the visitors were staring at me. And I must confess that, if I was in their place, I would be staring at me. Definitely.

These were not crude prototypes, the workmanship that Lyll put in them was remarkable. And, beside a little weight pushing me down, I could not feel any discomfort, either from the belt nor from the bra.

But the faces I got from Lyll and Dawn when I approached the stand were telling a tale.

She came to me, with all the speed that she could get in her harness.

"Oh, my...... it is fabulous!"

"I think so too....."

We both turned in Lyll's direction only to see him with his mouth open in disbelief. Well, we could imagine that he liked it too.

It was strange for me to be virtually naked, or at least, to be dressed with just some metal devices in the middle of an exhibition, but I felt so exhilarated and liberated, I could not feel shame or pruderie.

I stayed in the booth for a while, simply greeting visitors and making myself available to photographs and selfies. Lyll asked me if it was ok, and honestly I said that it was pretty comfortable, the paddings were right on the pressure points and were providing a wonderful job in spreading the weight. And finally, he asked if I was ready to wear it for some time, until afternoon, because he was interested in getting my opinion.

He added that he did not have access to a model to test fit those two things, and whatever suggestions I could provide it would be fantastic for the next model.

In my mind it was very different from the harness I had worn the night before, that was Dawn's, she must have worn it for days tweaking its kinks.

This made me think that I was very lucky to be in no discomfort at all.

I was lost in these mumblings when Dawn came to me.

"Do you want to go a little further?"

Well, let us see where it could go. I nodded.

She showed me some restraints and asked me I was ok to parade them around. It took me a minute to agree, and she immediately went to work.

The first one was a steel hood. It was made of two halves shaped like a head. It was built with a sort of a mesh metal, so that once closed, my head was covered in a sort of grilled metal.

As she closed it around my neck, she asked how it was. It was not painful, as a matter of fact, it certainly was tight as it blocked my jaw, keeping my speech to a mumble, so I just nodded.

Then she picked up a pair of steel mittens to envelope my hands. And finally some ankle cuffs, and to tie it all a chain from the neck of my helmet was connecting another chain locked on my wrists and the one connecting my feet.

After she had finished there were five padlocks on me, and as a result,

A I could not grab anything nor talk.

Of course, the devices designed by Lyll made it impossible to be touched by anyone in my most responsive areas.

"Shall we parade you?"

I simply nodded, and Dawn conducted me around the area.

As I got a glimpse of myself in a mirror, I found that the image was not representing Monica, it was reflecting someone else. A creature trapped yet free, exposed yet protected. I thought about some of the things Stephanie, Two, told me the night before. That was trust and protection.

I could live the whole experience as an out of body adventure. People asking to take a selfie were not taking a picture of Monica, myself, they were creating an image of the devices and of the concept.

I got people asking to touch the belt and the bra, and while I saw their hands on me, I could not feel anything on my skin. It was wonderful and fascinating at the same time.

While we were strolling in the aisles, me and Dawn met Mistress with Two/Stephanie in tow.

I could see in her face that she was surprised by my sight. Well, I was surprised too, she was completely covered in latex and her arms were fused to her body.

The only pieces of skin that could be viewed were the upper part of her face, from the nose up, and her hair, flowing freely.

There were three tubes protruding from her, two in her crotch and one from her mouth, and at the end of each there was a pump with a blocking valve.

Dawn and the Mistress greeted each other while me and Stephanie were left to tiny signals by which we could acknowledge each other. While I was looking at how the latex was defining every curve of her body, like a second skin, I heard the other two deciding to take a little brunch in the convention center's restaurant.

So, they made us parade once again among the other attendees to reach the place.

The head cage was very snug, and I really could not speak loudly. Between that and the continued chattering noise in the exhibition hall, I was virtually speechless.

Every couple of minutes, Mistress stopped to squeeze one of the pumps lodged in Stephanie's body, making her squirm or try to scream. Then she readjusted, by deflating something and pumping something else, until Two grunted telling her to stop.

I was not faring better, in my restraints, all the metal on me, with its weight was wearing me off. I felt I had to drag my feet, while my hands were pulled down by the handcuffs and the mittens. On the other side, the belt and the bra were centered on my body so their weight was more evenly distributed.

When we finally arrived at a nearby snack bar, we slaves were confined to remain upright near the table where the other two were drinking and talking.

I was so invested in what Stephanie was wearing that I bore no attention to what Dawn and the Mistress were discussing.

Also, while we were there, there were some attendees that came to take some selfies.

The discomfort notwithstanding, we both complied with their requests. After all, we were at the centre of attention, and it was something satisfying, at least for me.

Meanwhile, at the table, Dawn and the Mistress were talking about something that I could not hear and instead I focused my sight on Stephanie, she was astounding. Under the tight latex costume she was squeezed in I could clearly see the iron manacles where her hands were still enclosed from the night before.

At least mine could be opened, I found little solace in that.

It had just been a little snack, so after a short time, Dawn and the Mistress arose from the table, and came to us.

"Well, good news for me. We have to talk a little." Dawn whispered in my ears, I just nodded.

Back at the stand, she carried me in the little office. We sat in the chairs that were there and she told me the news.

"Mistress has offered to give me a hitch to New York! Tonight! In her private plane!"

This meant that by tonight she could finally be free from the harness. I was so happy for her, and yet the helmet forbade me to express more than a mumble.

She was happy as well, I think she was fed up from all the constriction and the tightness, and I suspected that the chastity was getting to her, especially in an oversexualized enviroment as that convention.

I could clearly recall in my mind how ineffective Stephanie's attentions were while I was trapped in the suit the night before, and how much more satisfying was the following "playtime" that I had with Two, in our room.

So, it was clear that it was paramount for her to go to Markus' hospital bed as soon as possible.

Still there was a day to go with the convention and after that, there was packing and shipping.

As if she read my mind, she explained.

"You could man the stand tomorrow, I could ask Lyll if he can help you, especially with the packing tomorrow night. As for the shipping, the morning after they are going to pick up whatever packages we have prepared for them."

I looked at her.

"You'll be fine. Do not worry."

I mumbled "If you say so."

"So, what do you say?" she asked and then she got near my mouth to ear my response muffled by the hood.

"Yes."

"Wonderful. Do you mind staying in those metals while I arrange something to help you with tomorrow?"

I said softly.

"Yes, but I want something to entertain myself."

"She stared at me right in the eyes.

"You naughty vixen." And then she laughed in a way that I could feel that the trip back home had lifted a weight from her shoulders. "Got something in mind. Wait for me."

She was out for just a couple of minutes and she returned into the little room with some objects that at first I was not able to identify.

As she put them on the little table, I was inclined to protest, but there was little that I could do, and I could not raise my voice substantially. As I had done lots of times in the last days, I decided to trust her judgement and let her do her setup.

She directed me to stand up and forced me to open my legs as much as the chain let me.

I heard a click as she was opening the front shield of my chastity belt. I felt a rush of fresh air to my nether region and she put something in front of my eyes.

"This is something to keep you very entertained." It was roughly shaped like a dildo, but the shaft was formed by balls, small on point conspicuous at the base, that seemed to be connected by small steel rods. In Dawn's hands I could see that the thing could shift and wobble, and this obviously meant that it would move like crazy once it was stuck inside me.

She knelt in front of my crotch and I felt her hands gently prying my lips open to place the intruder in position. As she pushed it in, I could feel the balls parting my pussy walls as they passed the entrance.

I moaned from exertion, and I closed my eyes thinking that it definitely was too much for me, that it would literally break my vagina in two, when I heard the ominous sound of the chastity belt closing again on my midriff.

I must have opened my eyes in such stupor that Dawn was asking promptly "Are you ok? Do you want it out?"

I nodded and within a couple of seconds, I denied.

The sensations in my body were certainly mixed but I was ready to embrace them and explore this kind of stimulation.

As she made me sit again on the chair, I felt the thing shifting me, arousing me with something that I had never experienced before.

"I have something else for you, want to try?"

How is the old say, in for a dime....

I nodded again and she proceeded to open my bra, exposing my aroused nipples.

"Oh, my.... You really like it....."

I must have blushed under the hood, but she gave no notice of that, instead I felt that my nipples were pinched by something. It was a sharp pain at first, but rapidly subsided to a dull but insistent little tickle. And since Dawn was closing the bra again, I figured that I would have to endure this for quite some time.

"Well we can not have you running around like this. There is a clear chance you could hurt yourself. And Lyll has to tend the products. So follow me."

I stood up from the chair and left the little room protection to stroll outside.

My first movements made me conscious of the effects the new additions were having on my body.

The things that Dawn had placed on my nipples bounced on the inside of the bra domes and every time they sent little jolts of pain up my neck. I quickly learned that the solution was to take it slow and move with caution.

The dildo up my pussy was a different thing, a totally different thing. The connection between the balls was done in a way that when I moved the thing collapsed to a part of my vagina and then rebounded to another part. And the worst was the point that moved like crazy inside me. It was like a finger prodding my insides. And it drove me crazy. Enough to arouse me, but not enough to make me orgasm. It needed all my concentration to deal with it.

So I was taken completely off guard when Dawn fixed the topmost part of my hood to a chain that was connected to one of the rafters of our stand.

"Do me a favour, could you wait for me?"

With a smile, she gave a kiss on my cheek, and then she left to attend some things.

My heart sunk suddenly and I was submerged with embarrassment and self consciousness, there in the middle of a crowd of people, every little movement ravaging my own body with sensations and unable to shield myself or to cover.

Total exposure. And yet I could feel an orgasm surging in me.

It took just a little while to be surrounded by the expo's guests. The sound of their cameras snapping pictures became deafening. And yet, it felt somewhat intoxicating, I could feel passion rising in me, but I worried that, if I let my orgasm run rampant, my legs would buckle from the recoil and I would find myself hanging upright by the hood.

I had no idea if it would be safe, or if it would have broken my neck in the process.

So I was terrified, yet aroused and every movement I made it reflected either on my nipples or on the tip on the dildo tormenting my pussy.

Meanwhile, the guests had broken their limits, and I found myself part of pictures and compositions, for lack of a better term, involving men and women.

Some of them asked me if they could place their hands in various places around my body, and I simply nodded, for the most part because I felt there was no way I could deny anything, being almost speechless in my hood.

Being touched by strangers and not being able to move away and, when I dared to move, I was being tickled and prodded on my sensitive areas, and it was quickly becoming overwhelming for me.

Some time must have passed because I was thinking that I would faint when I heard Dawn's voice.

"Here. let me help you."

With a hand she supported me, and with the other she unlocked my hood from the rafters. Then, keeping myself in her embrace, she carried me out of the exhibition plan toward our room.

I forced myself to walk at her pace, even if the dildo was still prodding my pussy with sensations.

I felt so spent as she unlocked the door and put me on my bed. Feeling in a safe space, I stopped resisting and in that moment an orgasm that had been long in building, broke through my body.

I was still restrained and even if I tried to open my mouth to scream my pleasure, the sound was muffled by the hood clenching my jaw, I was flailing my arms and legs in the throngs of this, they were still connected to chains and padlocks resisting my movements. And this strangely enhanced my sensations.

At the end of it, I was so spent that I didn't even acknowledge that Dawn was slowly unlocking the restraints.

First ones to go were the ankle cuffs, then my hands and wrists were free, and last to get opened was the hood.

I then sort of heard Dawn telling me the keys to the belt were still in our stall, but she had told Lyll to bring them up as soon as the exposition closed.

I simply nodded and laid on the cover of my bed in a restful stupor.

After a while I felt the urge to pee, and rose to go to the bathroom. Dawn was there to help but I told her that I was ok, no need for assistance.

But when I finally sat on the toilet, I got hit by the reality of the whole setup. From when I was very young, I got myself acquainted with the simple gesture of cleaning myself after having done my business. After all, don't we all? Obviously, situations may vary, like trying to do it in a urine swamped pub bathroom, or in the bushes of a hiking trip, but the surprise I got when my hand found just steel instead of my skin was huge and shocking at the same time.

Then I remembered Lyll told me that there were ways to let urine flow without risk of stagnation and trouble, and he told me that there was a hole on the upper part by which I could flood the belt for cleaning purposes.

At that moment, I realised that I was reeking from the day's activities, so I hopped under the shower and proceeded to wash myself, at least as deep as I could.

As I got under the faucet and opened the water, I felt it seeping under the metal bra, and into the belt. It was not a bad sensation, refreshing and soothing at the same time. It seemed to lessen the pinching sensation I got from my nipples. I wondered how much longer it would be before I got the key to get out. Then Dawn's predicament came to my mind and I thought how many days it has been for her (actually four going on five, at that point), and then I thought of Two/Stephanie that probably in the future would be subject to this kind of entrapment with no end in sight.

It was a strange sensation, midway between worrying and arousing. These last few days made me discover many different sides of my libido.

Water was sort of lubricating further the dildo trapped inside my vagina and its movements were making me crazy, enough to tickle but unfortunately not enough to make me come.

I put a stop on my reverie and let the warm shower do its magic.

The drainage was definitely good, I could feel the water being sort of pushed down on my skin. There must have been a lot of thought on these little channels.

After a couple of minutes, I was trying to get my hair done while, in the other room, Dawn was collecting all her things into her bag.

Sometimes she just pushed her head inside and asked me if I was still fine with her leaving early, and then told me some bits and pieces of useful information that I would need the next day, when I would have to store it all away.

As a matter of fact I was worried to be left in charge with all of that, but, sensing how excited she was at the prospect of reaching Markus and, more importantly, the key to her harness, made it hard for me to force her to stay.

A part of my mind was waiting for Lyll and the end of my imprisonment, but I was more involved in trying to remember all the things she was telling me.

The gist of the whole thing was that, the following day, I would be in charge of the whole enterprise, the stand should open at nine, and close at six in the afternoon.

At that time, I had a couple of hours to put all Markus' creations in the boxes and I had to set up the wooden platform with all the crates for the carrier for pickup. All labels and documents were already filled and prepared. Dawn told me that I should put them over the boxes in a transparent envelope so they could pick it up anytime.

Then I would have to get my room tidied up and I could be on my way.

On top of that, Dawn gave me an envelope with some money to cover my costs and my work. The rest I would find in New York, at the end of my own journey.