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        <strong>Travel Guide </strong>Mila tried to shift to a comfortable position in the seat. But it was a lost cause. It was not the seat at fault though but the damn belt. No matter how she sat the thing dug in somewhere.<br />Speelbal had wisely suggested that her Mistress acclimatise to wearing latex, collar and chastity belt before their trip to visit Speelbal&#8217;s parents. It was a good idea. Mila would not have wanted the journey, and the stay, spoilt by the discomfort and sleepless nights that had plagued her since embarking on this project.<br />Mila marvelled that Speelbal relished and enjoyed the restrictions imposed by these items. The belt was an utter nightmare. It crushed her waist and pinched her crotch. Keeping clean was an onerous but necessary task, and getting out of the bathroom without the odour of stale piss emanating from the device was an achievement. She hated it. Plus it was hard to sleep in.<br />No wonder the English men had had to make the non-compliance of wearing a belt punishable with a public flogg</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>