- As expected - exercise
- by LJ
- Warning! This story might contain
activities that might not be suitable in selfbondage. Please
- As expected - exercise
- Winter was turning into Spring. The recession was
having an effect on Ls business, giving him more spare
time, but with little motivation to make use of it. In fact,
he was getting depressed, drinking more than he should and getting
very little exercise.
- One morning, at breakfast, Jane looked at him,
frowned slightly and said You need some exercise, youre
getting a bit flabby . Oh, thanks very much.
Jane went off to the University, L went to his office as usual.
- And another week passed. Jane left early that morning,
for a conference, which L now knew was often shorthand
for a session as Mistress Ayesha. Her unconventional sideline
was a useful boost to their finances, as she cheerfully said
perverts will always find the cash for their fun
.They should be so lucky thought L. It had been months
since his last session under the lash of Mistress Alice.
- As he walked to the front door, he shivered. On
the table by the door was an envelope, bearing a large, handwritten
- The instructions were brief. Put on just
your tracksuit and trainers. Bring Lindas clothes and the
chastity belt with you. Leave the key here on the table. Be at
the Room at 11am precisely
- He checked his watch and worked out he had about
10 minutes spare to get the clothes together and then make the
30 minute journey to Mistress Alices house by 11 oclock.
- Five minutes later, he was packing the clothes
and chastity belt into the car, when he noticed the front tyre
flat! In a panic, he rushed into the garage somewhere
in the chaos of boxes, tools and general junk was a foot-pump.
As the minutes ticked by L emptied, turned over, moved and finally
found the pump. Somewhat out of breath, he started pumping the
tyre, but inflation was very slow as the pump was leaking. After
ten minutes the tyre was up to a safe pressure, but for safety
he waited a couple of minutes to check the pressure stayed constant.
- With little hope of arriving on time, L drove just
a little too fast, but even so, arrived at 11.10. It was with
some trepidation he pushed open the front door. The hallway was
deserted and silent, but by the door into the Room was another
envelope bearing the familiar L
- L opened the envelope, to find his next instructions
neatly written in Janes unmistakeable italic calligraphy.
- Remove your tracksuit top and trainers. Put
on the cuffs you will find inside the Room. Clip the cuffs to
the bar you will see above you in the centre of the Room
- Leaving his tracksuit top and trainers by the door,
L entered the Room, the door slowly but firmly closing behind
him, the lack of door-handle guaranteeing he remained in the
Room. L saw the cuffs. They were not the ones used before, but
were almost like a glove, with a strong strap around the wrist,
with heavy leather extending past his fingers to a D ring rivetted
into the end of the narrowing strap. Already clipped to the D
ring was a double-ended snap link. L looked up to see two short
chains dangling from a metal bar. He used the spare ends of the
double clips to link the gloves" to the chains. Odd
he thought, I can undo those any time I like
- But then a clattering of a winch started and the
bar rose upwards until L was almost hanging from the two chains.
He realised the purpose of the gloves. As the tension
increased, the leather folded round his hand, enclosing it and
preventing him reaching the D rings, let alone the snap-links.
- Click, Clack.
- Heels approached from behind. Mistress Ayesha or
- Rather unceremoniously, his tracksuit bottoms were
pulled down and removed, leaving him naked and exposed.
A hand gripped his left ankle and pushed it outwards, then L
felt a strap passed around the ankle and buckled tightly. Then,
the right ankle was similarly moved, strapped and buckled, forcing
L onto tip-toes as the spreader-bar reduced his effective height.
- The heels moved away, then returned and L saw the
two hands, coming from behind him, clipping the busks of a corset
down his chest. He felt warm breath on his bare back, then the
increasing tension as the corset was laced tight.
- From above, the clattering of the winch presaged
a reduction in the tension, so that Ls feet were firmly
on the ground, but the snap-links still well out of reach. Then,
another motor, and the metal bar was drawn across the room towards
a frame in front of L. To maintain balance, L had to waddle towards
the frame, the spreader bar preventing anything but an ungainly
step. Reaching the frame, the forward motion continued, forcing
L against a horizontal bar at just below waist height.
- Click, Clack.
- The heels followed him. L felt a pressure on his
ankles, then heard a click as another link snapped between the
centre of the spreader bar and an eyelet set into the floor,
preventing any further movement of his legs. In front of L, the
frame had more eyelets at waist level. The clattering of the
winch released the tension on Ls wrists, but the relief
was short-lived, as two pairs of hands grasped his wrists and
released the snap-links and quickly clipped them onto two of
the eyelets in front of him, forcing him to bend almost horizontal,
still unable to reach the links holding him prisoner.
- So both Mistress Ayesha and Mistress Alice were
- Mistress Ayesha spoke. I said you needed
to lose some weight. Mistress Alice has kindly devised some exercise
for you. We thought you might need an incentive. You will find
- From past experience, L thought that exciting
was probably translated as painful, but was in no
position to argue.
- I think he needs a gentle warm-up, Mistress
Alice. Perhaps you would kindly help him whilst I prepare the
- Click, Clack. He tried to look, but the sudden
slash of a crop across his bottom stopped him. Mistress Alice
spread the blows, until his rear was reddened evenly.
- "Nicely warmed and almost ready for
you, Mistress Ayesha
- The significance of almost became apparent
as a well-lubricated plug was pushed into L, rapidly followed
by the now-familiar fitting of the chastity belt. His arms were
released and re-attached to the metal bar, which was raised until
he was standing upright again. One by one his ankles were released,
and a stocking rolled up his leg and attached to the corset suspenders.
Mistress Alice moved away, then returned with a pair of black
high-heeled boots which she proceeded to lace onto Ls legs,
the heels providing a relief in the tension from above but maddeningly
not enough to escape.
- Mistress Alice again went away, only to return
with what looked like three wide straps, two of which she fastened
around Ls legs, just above the knees, the other around
his corsetted waist. Ominously, Mistress Alice connected wires
from the knee straps, up and behind L, who could feel she was
doing something to the waist strap. Then there was a pressure
on the plug.
- All done said Mistress Alice, who stepped
away from L.
- Mistress Ayesha approached L, holding several leather
items. Open wide to which L responded by doing so,
having learnt that compliance was much less painful than refusal.
A bit-gag was pushed into his mouth, holding his tongue down,
and a harness buckled around his head, holding it in place. Then
a wide collar, buckled around his neck. From above, a chain dangled
nearby, just long enough to reach the D ring on the front of
- One by one, the gloves were released
and removed, to be replaced by cuffs, locked in place, then locked
to the chain in front of Ls face.
- Mistress Alice, will you please explain the
- As Mistress Ayesha spoke, there was the hum of
a motor starting, and L was tugged gently forward by the chain
linking his collar and cuffs. Looking up, he saw that the chain
inexorably pulling him was linked to some kind of track, forming
a wide circle around the room.
- Mistress Alice walked next to him. You have
realised you are to walk a circle, but we want you to be rather
more active than just a mere walk. We had thought that a whip
might encourage your movement, but that would be tiring. For
us! The two straps around your knees contain level sensors. These
are connected to some electronics, and finally to your butt-plug.
You must raise each knee almost horizontal. A timer in the controller
is cancelled by each knee-raise. Fail to cancel it and you will
receive a shock to your rear. And you must raise each leg alternately,
as the controller will refuse two raises by the same leg.
- The motor speeded up, to a slow walking speed.
- Mistress Alice left the room. Enjoy your
exercise, remember the knees said Mistress Ayesha, as she
followed Mistress Alice from the Room.
- "This is easy" thought L. Some ten seconds
later, a stabbing pain filled L. Remember the knees
- And high-stepping in a circle, L began the new
- After about five minutes, L realised that this
was no easy exercise, even though the walking pace was quite
slow. The exaggerated raising of the knees made the steps far
more difficult than simply walking, as it restricted the stride
length so he was forced to make many more short strides to keep
up with the chain pulling him on his circle. The tight corset
restricted his breathing, so that he was beginning to gasp, whilst
the high heeled boots put even more tension on muscles unused
to the tilt of the foot. He was beginning to feel raw down the
sides of his legs, where the suspenders going to the rear of
each stocking top were sliding across his leg as the tension
on the stocking was increased every time his leg raised.
- Inevitably he slowed down, only to receive a blast
of electricity. As the minutes dragged by, he worked out that
the timer timed out and gave a shock every ten seconds if the
correct knee was not raised. He was able to get a momentary respite
by taking several fast steps, taking the slack out of the chain,
so he could grab a few seconds of rest.
- After some twenty minutes, he was getting very
tired, and sweating in a very unladylike way. Then
the motor stopped, the door opened and Mistress Alice came into
the Room. Saying nothing, she moved behind L, and removed the
straps round his legs, disconnecting the wires from the controller
on his back. A few seconds later, a savage jolt hit him. Ah,
forgot to switch off the controller said Mistress Alice,
- Click, clack. More heels. Mistress Ayesha helped
Mistress Alice unlock Ls cuffs from the chain and linked
them to the D-ring on his collar. Then, the chain was disconnected
from the overhead unit and used to drag L towards the wall. Looking
up, he saw a bar, perhaps two inches in diameter, with a couple
of D rings about two feet apart. Below the bar was a shallow
wooden box, perhaps three feet square and 3 inches high. Step
onto the box said Mistress Ayesha. Once he had done so,
his cuffs were, one by one, released from the collar and attached
to the D-rings with small padlocks.
- The height of the bar, above the box, meant he
could easily reach it with his arms only slightly bent.
- Well, said Mistress Alice, You
have worked your legs quite hard, so we are giving them a rest.
Now we will use your arms and upper body. She then bent
down, and plugged a cable into the box, and made a connection
to the controller still fitted behind his back.
- This exercise is quite simple. Using the
bar, just pull yourself up from the box. It doesnt matter
how high you lift, just so long as you clear the box. You will
hear a beep, after which you have five seconds to
clear the box. You can guess what happens if you fail. Twenty
repetitions should suffice
- L groaned. His legs were wobbling under the strain
from the previous exercise, and was drooling around the bit-gag
which, whilst not really restricting his breathing the
corset did that it made swallowing difficult.
- The first lift was easy, the box made a slight
click as a switch detected the change in weight, and he lowered
himself back down.
- and so it went on. L counted 12 lifts, beginning
to feel the strain in his arms and chest muscles.
- a second too late and he screamed into the gag
as the electricity hit him. Encouraged, he managed
another lift, stopping the shock
- just in time he manged the next, and the next,
getting to the point of exhaustion, until finally, no more beeps.
He hung from the bar, panting heavily, desperate for water.
- Mistress Alice returned, and removed the controller
strap from his waist, clipping a leash to his collar, leaving
it dangling in front of him.
- Mistress Ayesha entered the Room. It looks
as though you need a rest, and a shower
- L nodded gratefully, and made no move to resist
Mistress Ayesha unlocking his cuffs and re-locking them behind
his back, and leading him into the wet-room, towards the steel
cage he had occupied some weeks before. Mistress Alice removed
the bit-gag, the crop in her hand reminding L that silence was,
if not golden, certainly less painful than speaking.
- Get in the cage said Mistress Ayesha,
after removing the leash from the collar. With difficulty L bent
down to his knees, and shuffled into the cage, a process made
all the more difficult with his hands shackled behind him. Once
inside the door was locked.
- Suddenly a blast of cold water hit L. Mistress
Alice was holding the pressure hose, drenching him. The water
stopped just as suddenly as it began. You can get a drink,
- Click, clack. Both Mistresses left the wet-room,
and closed the door, switching off the light.
- From being very hot, L began first to cool, then
to chill, as the water dried first off his skin, and then more
slowly off the corset and stockings. He remembered from his last
time in the cage, that the floor had side-walls, preventing water,
or in the previous session, urine, from draining away fully.
Which meant he was unavoidably lying in about an inch of cold
- L dimly saw the phallus in front of him, connected
by a tube to a clear bag of water. Knowing the choice of drinker
was simply to humiliate him, he shuffled forward and drank heavily.
- About half an hour later, the light came on and
Mistress Alice returned, unlocking the cage and throwing a towel
on the floor near the cage. She also dropped a key. Then she
left the room, a click indicating it had been locked..
- L shuffled out of the cage and moved towards the
key, hoping it would undo the lock linking his cuffs. To his
relief, it did. He used to the towel to dry himself as best he
could, and then, with nothing else to do, sat and waited.
- Some while later, there was another click at the
door. He tried the door, which opened into the Room. The door
on the far side of the Room was also open, next to it a chair
with his clothes. Or rather, with Lindas clothes. On top
of the clothes was an envelope, with the familiar letter L.
Opening the envelope, he found the simple instructions
- The boots had started to dry out, and the corset
was now merely clammy. He dressed in the skirt, blouse and jacket.
No scarf, so the collar was clearly visible around his neck.
The black bob wig was under the clothes, so he added that to
his dress. He was not sure if he was pleased there was no make-up.
Whilst he hated having it put on him, it did improve his female
appearance, making his face more suited to his clothing.
- Car keys. He checked his/Lindas jacket pockets.
Nothing. How was he going to get home without the car? He looked
around the hall, finally noticing another envelope by the front
door. His relief was short-lived. A train ticket and directions
to the railway station was all there was inside.
- It was mid-afternoon, the air was cooling and L
was grateful for the jacket, and even the corset and boots, as
they added a little more insulation from the February cold. The
house was situated in a quiet street, about half a mile from
the station, and according to the map, the route would take L
through the end of the main street of the small town, then down
another hopefully quieter road to the station.
- The past sessions had given L some practice walking
in the high heels, though his leg muscles were still sore from
the enforced circular high-stepping walk. The corset kept Ls
back straight, and he found he was rather enjoying the tug of
the suspenders as he walked, the occasional draught round the
bare legs at the top of the stockings reminding him of his female
- With very few people around at that time of the
afternoon, he was able to avoid close encounters, crossing the
road if he saw someone on the same side approaching. All that
changed as he turned onto the High Street. L maintained a medium
speed walk, the heels click, clacking on the pavement, their
height making him sway in what he hoped was a presentably lady-like
- This being a small English town, no-one did more
than look slightly puzzled and look away when they saw that Ls
face did not match the clothes, and the collar, with its obvious
D-ring at the centre of his neck was an unusual piece of jewelry.
Reaching the station, getting no further reactions except the
occasional stare, and an appreciative whistle from a man who
probably needed new glasses, L was relieved to see he only had
to wait for five minutes for the next train to his home town.
- L wished the trains still used the small compartments
in the carriages, as they had in the 1960s, rather than
the long open-plan ones in use. L took a seat just by the entrance,
so that he was likely not to be seen by people entering the carriage,
though in full view of anyone coming down the carriage. He reasoned
that would halve the chances of being noticed. He picked up a
newspaper that had been left on the seat, fortunately a broad-sheet
with large pages, which he held upright in front of him. The
carriage started to fill up. Then the train left the station,
on the fifteen minute journey to his home town.
- Tickets please. The words startled
L and he hurriedly flattened the newspaper to his lap and fumbled
through the jacket pockets for the ticket. He handed it to the
conductor, who simply said Thank you, madam and went
on his way. L looked across to his immediate neighbours. An elderly
couple looked at him, made some tut tut noises and
looked away. Opposite him were two Goth girls, aged
- Wow, that collar is soooo cooool said
the first girl. hey, youre a bloke said the
other. thats cooool too Do you often
wear drag? L wondered whether to make a break for the next
carriage, then realised the girls were not going to make a fuss,
though the volume of their voices carried rather further than
L would have liked. Well, he said, Not often
but my Mistress forced me to make this journey Wow,
you have a Mistress, is she strict? He started to relax
slightly, and shifted his position, doing what a woman would
not, and crossed his legs. Those boots are really great,
how do you manage with those heels?
and wow, stockings too!
L hurriedly uncrossed his legs and pulled the skirt back
to a more decent position. At this point, the elderly couple
stood up, looked angrily at L and the two girls and left their
seats, moving down the carriage.
- Fortunately, the train started to slow down, to
stop at Ls station. He stood up, but as he did, the train
lurched slightly and he lost his balance, falling between the
two girls, snagging a stocking on the seat edge.. They helped
him stand back up again, adding even more to Ls discomfort
by proclaiming their discovery of the corset, the bones of which
they felt through the blouse. Their final comment was Hope
your Mistress doesnt punish you to much for laddering your
- L hurried out of the station, hoping to avoid anyone
who might recognise him, but the heels prevented a fast walk
and he had no wish to trip up. Fortunately, he made the journey
back home without meeting anyone, and he was delighted to find
the front door unlocked.
- Tea, Linda? said Jane, from the kitchen.
- L sat down, opposite Linda, at the kitchen table,
and drank the tea in silence.
- Jane seemed quite relaxed with the somewhat strange
situation, her husband currently wearing entirely female attire,
with the addition of a butt plug held in place by a chastity
belt. As he finished his tea, Jane gently suggested that L might
like to remove Lindas clothes and take a shower, a hot
one this time, she suggested, grinning slightly, handing him
the key so that he could remove the belt and plug.
- No further comment was made, that day and L busied
himself with some minor domestic jobs. He was surprised to see,
in the morning, another of the now-familiar envelopes, with the
initial L, by the front door. Jane had already left
for the University, where today she had to give some lectures
and run a tutorial.
- Opening the envelope, L found his instructions.
Be at the House by 10 am
- Fearing the consequences of yesterdays journey,
he rushed out to check the car, suspecting quite rightly that
Jane may have had something to do with the unexplained flat tyre.
All was well, so he started the journey to the House in good
time. As expected, the envelope awaited him, just inside the
front door of the House. Leave all your clothes on the
chair, go into the Room. You will find a collar hanging in front
of the doorway, and handcuffs on the table inside. Fix the collar
round your neck and cuff your hands behind your back
- As the door closed behind him, trapping him in
the Room, he saw the collar, heavy leather with a D-ring clipped
to the chain supporting it at chest height. He buckled it in
place, loosely, then clicked the cuffs shut around his wrists.
No further sound was heard for ten minutes, except for the occasional
clink of chain links as L moved slightly. Then the far door opened,
and Mistress Alice strode into the Room, carrying her crop and
a short length of rope. L was a little puzzled by her appearance.
No boots, no leather, no stockings, just a perfectly normal tracksuit
- Mistress Alice approached L, moving quickly behind
him, grabbing the handcuffs. She deftly threaded the rope around
the short chain linking the cuffs and pulled upwards, drawing
Ls wrists up the middle of his back, then knotting the
rope around the collar. Moving round to the front of the now
helpless L, she informed him that Mistress Ayesha was not available
today, but that she, Mistress Alice, would be supervising Lindas
- But first said Mistress Alice, there
is the matter of the laddered stocking
- L had hoped that Jane would not notice the hole
and the run from it, caused when L stumbled on the train.
- L braced himself just in time for the first slash
of the crop on his exposed rear. Mistress Alice stopped after
six, and said Well stop there, and youll get
no more provided you co-operate fully Mistress Alice then
went to the control unit and pressed a button, slackening the
- Bend over
- A lubricated butt plug was slowly inserted, which
L noticed rather ominously had a cable dangling from it. The
plug was firmly fitted, L knew he could not expel it, however
hard he tried, the narrowing of its neck and the steepness of
the taper meanng that it would need a positive pull to overcome
his sphincter muscles, now clamped instinctively around it.
- Now we need to get you dressed
- Mistress Alice returned with a large bag. The first
item to appear looked shiny black and as it was opened out was
easily identified as a latex corset, underbust, more like a waist
cincher. Clipping the busk, Mistress Alice pulled on the laces
until Ls waist and lower chest were considerably narrowed.
Next a pair of fishnet stockings, rolled up his legs and clipped
to the corset. A pair of leather cuffs followed, which Mistress
Alice tightly buckled and locked around Ls wrists, currently
held in the middle of his back by the rope.
- I am going to release one hand at a time.
Struggle and its the crop
- Mistress Alice picked up the crop and stepped away
from L, who flinched instinctively as her arm raised. But no
blow fell, as in fact she was dislodging something above. Something
soft and bright pink fell down, threaded onto the chain attached
to Ls collar.
- Mistress Alice reached into the bag, and withdrew
another black shiny item. She unlocked Ls right wrist from
the handcuff and threaded his arm through a gap in the black
rubbery item, then clipped it onto the chain in front of him.
She repeated this with his left wrist. Lifting the rubber, she
drew parts of it around Ls chest, and with some clicks
as small clips fastened, L realised he was now wearing a rubber
- Hmm, I think your figure needs improving.
What shall we say? C or D? I think D will give you more to think
- From the bag came two breast forms, initially cold,
but soon warming in the tightly enclosed space against Ls
- But what was the soft pink against his neck. The
explanation became obvious, as again Mistress Alice unlocked
first one wrist, then the next, once again passing the hand through
a part of the pink cloth. And re-clipping it to the chain. She
shuffled the pink cloth around, and to Ls horror he realised
he was now wearing a bright pink tracksuit top, straining a little
over the recently-acquired bustline.
- Nearly done said Mistress Alice, cheerfully.
From the bag came the matching tracksuit bottoms. Just
step into these
- L hesitated. Oh dear, must be quicker than
that. Crop time
- This time Ls legs took the brunt of the six
- Reluctantly, L stepped on leg at a time into the
lurid trousers, which Mistress Alice pulled up to his waist.
Next came the black wig, pinned into Ls hair to keep it
- Finally, Mistress Alice emptied the bag, taking
out a small plastic box, which she clipped to the corset, in
the small of Ls back, and two short lengths of what looked
like cable. She removed the rope from the back of Ls collar,
and rather savagely tightened it, clicking a lock in place. She
then locked each of the two cables to the D ring at the front
of the collar, and the other ends to each of the cuffs. Moving
behind him, L felt slight pressure on his back, where the box
had been clipped, and a slight tug on the plug in his rear.
- Moving back to the control unit, Mistress Alice
pressed the button tightening the chain to Ls collar, until
he was almost on tip-toes.
- Almost ready to begin todays exercise,
but first a little demonstration
- Mistress Alice opened the door from the Room, into
the hallway and started walking away from L. Some thirty feet
from L she turned and smiled. Then moved backwards, watching
him closely. Somewhere around thirty six feet, L shrieked as
his rear exploded into pain. As Mistress Alice walked back towards
him the shocks stopped.
- Put on the trainers, were going for
a run Well, you are, Im cycling
- Slackening the chain, Mistress Alice released L,
also unlocking the cuffs from the collar. L found his hands were
now free to move down to his waist, but no further, prevented
from doing so by the two thin but very strong cables locked to
- The tracksuit collar more or less covers
your leather collar, and the cables wont be as obvious
as chains whilst youre running. Follow me
- At the front of the house, Mistress Alice climbed
onto her bicycle, and started off down the road. Totally embarrassed
in his bright pink tracksuit, L stumbled into a run.
- The rubber corset rapidly became a torment, as
it restricted his breathing, whilst the breast-forms swung wildly,
bouncing in their rubber support. The pull of the stockings became
a serious irritant, as the rough fishnet moved up and down the
same patch of skin. Stockings and suspenders are not the best
thing for running in, thought L, also appreciating the stress
caused to a well-endowed lady runner.
- He realised Mistress Alice was moving away from
- Whilst the sight of Mistress Alice's bottom, perched
on the bicycle seat, was pleasant, it was also moving away, and
L realised he would shortly be receiving the "encouragement"
from the butt plug, once the range increased to the limit. A
quick sprint and he was back in a safe range, though at the cost
of a rapid rise in breathing rate, made difficult by the restrictive
corset. As time went on, the catching-up sprints became more
and more difficult to maintain, until the inevitable happened.
The sudden shock made him squawk with pain, rather alarming the
two ladies he had just passed, taking their dogs for a walk.
Fortunately, Mistress Alice heard the cry and looked behind her,
to see the pink track-suited figure struggling to keep up.
- Mistress Alice slowed down, to a walking pace,
so that L could catch up, and gain his breath. Then she stopped,
and handed L a water bottle. He drank, quickly and gratefully.
"Well", said Mistress Alice, your face matches your
tracksuit" "Enough running for now". Relief flooded
- Short-lived relief.
- Mistress Alice got off the bicycle, and held it
next to L. "OK, get on it" As he went to sit on the
saddle, Mistress Alice reached behind him, unclipped the control
unit from the belt, and to his embarrassment thrust her hand
down his tracksuit, until she reached the end of the plug. A
click was followed by her hand now reaching down to the saddle,
and another click. L tried to get off the bicycle, but found
he was now locked onto the saddle by another length of cable,
which was just long enough to leave his waistband at a normal
level, provided he remained seated, but dramatically exposed
his rear if he tried to stand up on the pedals, or worse, to
try to get off the bicycle.
- Just before the two dog-walkers caught up with
them, Mistress Alice pulled L's trousers to a decent level, something
that would be very difficult with his wrists still limited in
movement. "If you go to the end of this lane, you will find
you are on the main road back to your home. It's only 16 miles"
- And with that, Mistress Alice jogged off, the way
they had come.
- At least L could proceed at his own pace from now
on. The change in position and movement allowed a little relaxation,
though the corset continued to make breathing difficult, and
the fishnets continued to rub his legs, the suspender clips now
really making his skin very sore by their repeated transit across
the same areas of his legs. L found that the length of the wrist-to-collar
cables was long enough to reach the handle-bars, but left very
little slack, so he had to compromise between leaning forward
and slackening the tension on his collar against increasing the
tension on his waistband.