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Chapter 3

At 5 O’clock sharp Christina had tidied her desk, downloaded her files onto the ipod to work on from home and shutting down her computer and by 5:30 she was home and getting ready to go out.

Christina walked out of the bathroom with the usual assortment of towels over her as she walked over to the bed where she had laid out a heart stopping, eye-popping outfit consisting of a neck corset, a lockable corset reaching down over the thighs and an ankle hobble skirt, with a pair of 6 inch healed boots and a thong, all in black latex.

When she arrived to the club, heads didn’t turn, as you would probably have expected, but this was no ordinary club. She was probably one of the tamest there. People there were dressed up in all sorts, there were ‘rubber mares’, people with permanent modifications, like longer spines or no arms. Many of the patrons were in corsets, and the central ‘exhibit’ was a woman in a corset from head to toe, compressed every ware, and with a waist of 12 inches and a pipe stem of 5 inches. But there was one exhibit that beat them all, and Christina had watched it, it was the woman who had been permanently turned into a manikin in front of a large crowd, for ever to be looked at and adored, and to be tortured by the fact that she could never escape or stimulate her self, a price she thought was worth paying, but we will never know, since we can’t ask her.

All the time Christina was there, she was being watched, her movements plotted and the plan staged.

So after a night of non-alcoholic partying, she went home and into an immediate deep slumber, dreaming of fantasies, of which few apart from Cat knew about.

The next day Christina woke up without a hitch. It was her day off and so she wore something more adventurous than her normal work are, so she slipped into her latest corset, which was lace less, and made of a Teflon mix that was inflatable, and includes a compressor to inflate it. Once it was inflated, the Medici auto corset increased in size so she just slipped it over her head, and pulled the valve that let the air out, and so it attempted to return to its original waist size of 6 inches, since it was the punishment version, and it crushed from the neck to the thighs, and then she put on the neck corset that went with it. This outfit made her ridged from her chin to her knees, and thus unable to sit down normally, but she had planned for this when she ordered the Medici auto corset and so she dragged the laptop over with the cables, hooked it up to the ethnet port that she had installed into the sofa.

First she went shopping, and bought some e-books that she put on her palm and burnt to the 25 gig mini hard disk drive, measuring only 5x5mm, in several formats including PDF and Microsoft reader, and audio formats. Then she surfed for some movies and burnt them onto her 10 DVD combi burner stack in the other room next door, and when that task had finished, she had downloaded 50 films, which would have taken for ever apart from the fact that she owned a bundle of broadband fibres. Next she bought some songs from the reformed Napster and apple.com, and ordering groceries including her favourite cereal bars, getting some more burn-able media, then moving onto the swarofski shop, and spending £3000 on the cut crystal.

While she was doing this, she was being watched through the cameras installed in her room by the owners of the building, being controlled by a hacker known only as ‘the one’, and the one was also watching what she had searched for, and what her net logs brought up.

Finally she went fetish clothing shopping, getting a new vac bed, several corsets, dresses and some boots. This shopping spree cost over £100000, and since she had never been in the red, her bank manager was not concerned, as she had never been any ware near the red, and nor did he need to, as her bank account had £1.5 million from her last mass tort cases.

After a quick lunch from pizza hut (a pepperoni pizza), she started to update her websites on Aracnophillia HTML editor while listening to Fallen by Evenescence. Then she phoned up Cat and made sure that the night was going ahead, and got the news that Sophie was marrying the owner of the club that they were going to. Maybe they weren’t the only ones with a darker side!

At 5 O'clock, 3 hrs after she could have taken it off, she finally took the corset off, before heading for another outfit, consisting of a corset, the same length as her last one, an extremely vicious neck corset including a built in gag, with a tube for drinking through, a pair of 5 inch heeled boots with a chain through both heals to restrict the stride and a pair of wrist manacles. For the walk to the car, she decided to omit the neck corset and steel ware until she was in the car with Cat.