Chapter 12 – Dan's Preparation

The meeting quickly adjourned.  Juliette and Miss Francis walked to the back porch in anticipation of Amanda's arrival, and Cynthia escorted Dan to an elaborate dungeon through the secret door in the dining room wall.  They descended in a hidden elevator and walked through an unusually wide cinder block corridor in the lower level.

With businesslike precision, Cynthia directed Dan to a side room and helped him step up onto a metal platform which had two metal boots attached to the top of it.  The boots were spaced roughly shoulder distance apart.  Each boot was hinged at the toe and heel, and around the ankle of each boot was a latch which, when engaged, locked the front and rear portions in place.  Cynthia opened each of the boots to reveal that the inner portion of the boots was rubberized, like an inner tube.

Understanding that the boots were meant for him, Dan removed his own shoes and socks and stepped into the metal boots.  Cynthia trapped his feet by closing and locking the hinged portions of the boots.  As if to test the comfort of his new footwear, Dan wiggled his toes against the rubber interior.  "Not as good as my Nikes," he thought, "but not bad."

Looking down at his feet, Dan more closely examined the metal platform.  What he originally assumed was ordinary corrugated metal was actually a finely machined grid for mechanically attaching a variety of elements to the platform.  He reasoned that the bottom of his boots must have a corresponding grid which allowed them to lock into place.

Looking up, Dan noticed Cynthia attaching metal poles slightly in front of each of his feet.  Each pole had a brushed chrome finish and was tapered to form a wide base for a sturdy connection with the platform.  From a storage shelf under the platform, she removed a similarly finished, futuristic neck stock and attached it to the tops of poles.  The circular center portion was attached to side pieces by ball joints that allowed the neck restraint to swivel with the movement of the subject without sacrificing secure restraint.  Like the boots, the top half of the neck restraint was hinged at one side to allow positioning of the subject's neck, and a latch on the opposite side locked the restraint.  Further, the interior of the neck piece was rubberized, as well.

After adjusting the height of the poles, Cynthia opened the neck stock and nodded for Dan to place his neck in the lower semi-circle.  Dan felt like he was placing his neck on a chopping block as he grasped the supports and gingerly lowered his head into position.  Only as the latch sounded a telltale "click" did Dan realize how quiet it had been.  Cynthia hadn't spoken a word since they entered the elevator from the Dining Room.  He suddenly realized that he had been quietly, submissively complying with all of her unspoken commands, and the realization made him uneasy.

Stepping out of view, Cynthia quietly removed a second set of poles from beneath the platform.  A wrist stock, a smaller version of the restraint which encircled Dan's neck, was attached to the top of each pole.  Cynthia attached each pole slightly behind each boot and adjusted the height of each pole to just below Dan's shoulders.  One by one, Cynthia guided Dan's arms behind him until his wrists rested on the lower semi-circles of the restraints, and she locked them into place with two quiet "clicks."

Dan was now completely trapped in a position that looked as though he was beginning an Olympic dive.  Cynthia reappeared in front of Dan holding an oversized ball gag.  Smiling sweetly, she held it ho to his mouth, and he took in the rubber sphere, but not without some trepidation.  She fastened the gag swiftly and tightly causing Dan's heart rate to quicken.

As Cynthia moved out Dan's view again, he strained and craned to see what she would do next, but to no avail.  He could hear her rustling about behind him, but it was impossible for him to see what she was doing.  Suddenly, he felt a cold steel blade sliding up his leg.  She was cutting his clothes off with scissors!  After parading around most of yesterday evening in a nothing but a high-tech chastity device, Dan was loath to be on display again, but he had little say in the matter, and he rationalized that it was for Amanda's benefit anyway.

After all of his clothes were removed, Cynthia knelt down in front of Dan facing his genitals.  He was hard as a rock, and he was panicked that Cynthia was going to take advantage of his position.  She grabbed his shaft and pulled slightly as she applied a cool moist substance to his balls and around his crotch.  To Dan's surprise, Cynthia began shaving his genitals with a straight razor.  Each stroke felt cool and crisp as air hit the skin where hair and shaving cream had been removed.  Dan kept as still as he could, knowing that a blade was within millimeters of some very active blood vessels.  Each stroke came closer to his family jewels, and after the fourth stroke, he began humming "Take me out to the Ball Game."

Cynthia stopped shaving him immediately and rose to face him with a look of concern.  She reached around the back of his head and unfastened the ball gag.

"Everything is alright," she said soothingly holding his face in her hands.  "Take a deep breath."

Dan tried to control his panic and reduce his racing heart rate.

"You're having second thoughts, aren't you?"  Cynthia asked, as though she was talking to a kindergartener on the first day of class.

"Yes, I'm sorry," said Dan in a trembling voice.

"I completely understand," Cynthia said empathetically.  "You need to understand that this was the way that Juliette had planned to present you to Amanda.  Are you sure you want to stop?"

Dan took a deep breath.  He knew how crazy this was.  A few short months ago, if someone had told him that he would be allowing himself to be presented to a woman as a piece of property, he wouldn't have believed it.  But here he was completely helpless, displayed like some kind of collectible doll.

"I wasn't kidding last night when I told you how romantic I thought it was that you were giving yourself to Amanda," she offered.

Last night, he was completely confident that Amanda would decide to let him go, but he hadn't realized how the question would be put to her.  In his current position, he looked like a slave, not Amanda's boyfriend.  Would she be inclined to continue the enslavement that was already started?  It would be easy, he thought, but ultimately, he wanted to hear it from her.  Besides, he could always just say "pistol" or start humming "Take me out to the Ball Game."

Dan swallowed hard and quietly said "No, let's continue."

Cynthia set the gag aside and said "We can leave this off for now just in case, but I need to finish shaving you"

After shaving his entire body below the neck, Dan looked up to see a clock on the far wall.  He estimated that Amanda and Juliette were probably exchanging pleasantries on the back porch at that very moment.  Maybe Amanda was already demanding to see him.

"That wasn't so bad," Dan commented.  "We're actually finished sooner than I expected."

"Oh, we're not done," Cynthia said from behind him.

Dan felt the platform jar slightly as Cynthia unlocked the wheels.  She rolled the platform to the other side of the room facing a storage cabinet.  Cynthia opened the cabinet to remove two metal spheres.  Each sphere was eight inches in diameter and had a circular opening on one side.  The opposing side was hinged.  Dan watched as she opened one of the spheres into two halves.  One half was constructed with a metal bar running across the center, perpendicular to the opening at the end.  She stepped behind him and placed the ball near the palm of his right hand.

"Please grip the handle," she said in a clinical tone.

Upon gripping the metal bar, Dan felt the device close around his fist.  Although he couldn't see what she was doing, he felt Cynthia somehow fasten the sphere to the metal wrist stock.  It attached firmly with absolutely no give, but Dan could still flex his fingers inside rubber lined interior.  Cynthia repeated the process with Dan's left hand and returned to the storage cabinet.

As she turned to face him, Dan could see that she had what looked like an athletic mouth guard in her hand.  She held the mouth piece in front of his lips and said "Please bite down naturally."

He accepted the device and bit down firmly.  His mouth slowly filled with a sweet strawberry taste as non-toxic glue seeped from pores of the soft rubber mouth piece to instantly bind with his teeth sealing his mouth closed.  Cynthia next produced a rubberized metal harness which she fitted around his head and chin.  She adjusted it until it was just a bit too tight.  Metal bands extended from the harness near his temples, and she attached them to the neck stock, thereby completely limiting even the slightest head movement.

Dan had never been so thoroughly immobilized.  In all of his time at the shop, he had never encountered any restraints so elaborate – except maybe the remote control straps that Juliette had used to kidnap him, if you could call it kidnapping.

"Almost done," Cynthia says in an encouraging tone.  "But we'll need to hurry if we want to make your grand entrance on schedule."

Turning to the cabinet, she removed a small transparent mask on a hook.  The transparent mask included a small rubber bulb attached to the bottom.  Cynthia gently hooked the mask onto a loop built into the forehead of the head harness.  Dan wondered what she could be doing.  Cynthia adjusted the mask so that it lightly covered his nose and mouth, and she pumped the bulb twice before turning away to complete her next task.  The mask filled with a mint smelling vapor which he had no choice but to inhale.

Once again, Dan felt the platform move as Cynthia wheeled him off to the corner of the room.  After locking the wheels of the platform, Cynthia moved to the front of the platform and opened the double doors of another storage cabinet.  She removed a retractable rubber hose that was attached to a small air compressor mounted in the cabinet.  Dan watched as Cynthia bent over the base of the platform to access his metal boots.

She attached the compressor hose to a valve fitting in the toe of his left boot.  He was surprised when he realized that he hadn't noticed the valve earlier, but he was even more surprised when the rubberized interior expanded between Dan's foot and the metal covering with a short "pssst" to completely prevent his toes from moving.  After repeating the process on the heel of the boot, Dan's left foot was one with the boot.

Circling around behind him, she filled both halves of the left fist sphere in a similar fashion, and Dan found his fist was as immovable as his foot.  Continuing to circle him, she pressurized the other boot, the other fist sphere, both wrist cuffs, and his neck cuff.  The inflated cuffs were tight but surprisingly comfortable.  Even though the neck cuff was tight, it still allowed him to breathe freely.  Finally, she moved back around in front of him, removed the plastic mask, and asked him "What do you think?"

Dan tried to "mmphff" out a response, but his vocal chords had been completely relaxed by the mist from the bulb.  His surprised look prompted Cynthia to say "I thought so," as she moved behind him once more.

Dan began to struggle helplessly.  He was unable to make a sound.  Not a whimper.  Not a hum.  Not a tap.  He was held fast and silent.

The room was again eerily quiet and Dan felt Cynthia's breathe near his right ear.

She quietly and deliberately whispered.  "You can't move, can you?  There's no need to respond.  Your vocal chords have been disabled."  She paused to give him time to panic, but he was way ahead of her.  "That means that there will be no safe word or gesture today."

After a pause, he could hear that Cynthia was again removing equipment from beneath the platform and attaching it to the top of the platform.

"Mistress Juliette insisted that I save the best for last," Cynthia whispered into his left ear.  "Your safe word wouldn't have mattered anyway."

His complete vulnerability was punctuated by a squirt of lubricant into his anus.  Dan's heart was beating like a speeding train.  He frantically tugged at his feet and wrists, but any ordinary observer would not have known unless they noticed the strained thigh and upper arm muscles.

"You were committed as soon as I locked down your first foot," she continued in a hushed tone.

Suddenly Dan felt a metal probe being screwed into his ass.  He had never allowed anyone to penetrate his ass.  Not anyone.

"In case you haven't realized by now, your attempt to use the safe gesture earlier was really quite meaningless," Cynthia said smiling.  "Think about it.  You're no longer an employee of Leather or Knot.  As a result, your safe word and safe gesture mean nothing.  You really should be more careful when you surrender control to Mistress Juliette."

He thrust his hips forward as far as they would go to avoid the intruder, but his penetration was a certainty.  Just as he thought it was in as deep as it would go, Cynthia attached the plug to a post she had installed behind him.  With the post in place, he regretted thrusting his hips so far forward because releasing any tension on his hips pushed the plug further in.  With his hips thrust forward, and his heart beating double time, his hard on was accentuated.

"It was fun toying with you though," she continued.  "I was hoping that my feigned sympathy would convince you to continue.  It was so much more fun finishing the job knowing you'd be surprised in the end," she said laughing.  "No pun intended, of course."

As a final restraint, Cynthia encircled the base of Dan's scrotum with a metal band and attached it to yet another post that she installed and adjusted immediately under his package.

"Time to see Amanda for the show!"  She announced, and with a few taps on her remote controller, the butt plug and the scrotum ring began to vibrate.

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Links to Leather or Knot Chapters 1-20:
1.   First Impressions
2.   The Job Interview
3.   Dan's First Modeling Session
4.   Things Get Personal
5.   Amanda’s in a Bind
6.   Dan’s Private Modeling Session
7.   A Lapse in Judgment
8.   Honesty is the Best Policy
9.   Dan’s New Position
10.  The Employment Agreement
11.  Juliette’s Domain
12.  Dan’s Preparation
13.  Amanda’s Decision
14.  The J-2010 Training Harness
15.  Amanda’s Mistake
16.  Linda’s New Job
17.  On The Job Training
18.  The Final Tests
19.  Test Results
20.  Epilogue