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The three rings gadget
🕑 Added 2022-03-20 00:38:56 +0000 UTC"So how does it work?", Mrs. Dunham asked, suspiciously examining the small pile of leather and metal her husband had dumped on the table in front of her. Parts of it seemed familiar enough: the wrist cuffs and that larger one looked like it could be a collar of some sort. But then again there was this other triangular piece and those three large rings... Mr. Dunham chuckled. "Why don't I show you?"
Minutes later she was standing in front of him. As expected, the large piece had gone around her neck, buckled in front, and the two smaller ones were around her wrists. "Now, I'm afraid the dress has to go up a bit..." Standing behind her, he hiked up her dress until it was gathered around her hips. After that, he took her by the shoulders, placed his knee in the small of her back, and brought her down effortlessly. "You're such a gentleman...", she muttered, sitting on the ground before him, crossing her exposed sturdy legs.
"No-no-no: spread your legs! Spread them wide and get your knees up! That's right, just like that. Now bend forward as far as you can, head between your legs... that's it!" He squatted down behind her, and reaching around, going under the back of her knees, took hold of her wrists and pulled her arms back.
"Ungh! Gently...!", she groaned as he pulled her wrists in, using the lower belt of the triangular piece to tie them together. This left her sitting with her legs wide, uncomfortably bent over, with her face a few inches from the floor. She had seen worse. But then he started to work on the top end of the triangle, running its belt through the ring at the bottom of her collar and pulling it. Everything tightened up! She felt her wrists going up, and her thighs were now really trapped between her back folded arms. He pulled the belt a notch tighter and anchored it. Then, to finish off, he tightened the first belt between her wrist some more, and she was completely stuck, her nose on the floor. Then he slid his hands under her behind and started to turn her over.
"Wait! How are you... George, I can't! Careful!"
In the end, she was standing, sort of, in presumably the most inelegant pose ever, deeply bent over, bow-legged and wide open.
Her husband was delighted! "Ok, now walk around a bit!" "Are you insane?! I can't even move; how can I..." "Do it, and I'll get you out. Refuse, and..."
Fuck! The same threat every time! And he was good for it, she knew. With a huge effort, she took a small step. It felt like she had to coordinate everything she was doing. But after a few more, she managed to actually get around in her upside-down world, tottering about like a drunken duck.
