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Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Don't read if you are younger than 18 years old or not legally allowed to read adult material and all the usual disclaimers. Text in brackets [like this] is translated from barely decipherable lisp. A huge thank you to Oklaliz for the editing help. If you enjoy this, it is largely thanks to Oklaliz making it much more readable. Identify - Chapter 3 of 10 - The Road Trip "It was all a nightmare," Linna told herself when she woke up in the dark the next morning. Then she accidentally poked herself in an eye again with one of her talons. She realized her hands were still cuffed together. She felt her boobs begin to shake as reality came crashing down on her. Every detail of the night before came crashing back. Her vagina was still somewhat sore from all the use the night before, but more immediate items also drew her attention. Her gigantic breasts always seemed to get in the way. Her nipple rings always pulled due to gravity and demanded her attention. Her nipples always seemed stiff and sensitive. She was overwhelmed by the weight of her earrings and collar, the continual squeezing and immobility due to her corset and the fact that she couldn't take a long stride if her life depended upon it. She could feel the constant restraint of her seemingly ever-present hobble skirt, and on top of it all, it was really uncomfortable to sleep on the floor, especially with her figure. It all came crashing down on her at once. Constant influx of unfamiliar emotions and hormones didn't help, and she started to cry. She couldn't help it, she needed to cry. Rory was awakened earlier than she would have liked by crying. She look at the clock, 6:52. "Great," she though, "woken up by crying. Oh well, I have a busy day today, might as well get started." Rory left a bowl some dry cereal. She didn't want to leave the smart version of Linna a spoon or any other tools. Rory also left a large glass of water next to the still crying Linna. Rory made a quick breakfast for herself, got cleaned up and ready for her day. She put on a loose knee length skirt and a comfortable blouse. She did her makeup in a quick, light, but tasteful manner. In contrast, thanks to the permanent makeup, Linna still looked fresh and slutty. Linna was almost cried out and was deeply depressed by her fate by the time Rory was ready to go. Rory came over with a stack of papers and a pen. "Sign these if you ever want a modicum of freedom or your mind again," Rory said holding up the chastity belt again. ["What are they?"] lisped Linna through her sobs. "Never mind what they are, sign them or you lose yourself forever," Rory said holding up the belt again. With a sigh, Linna began to read one of them, "I Linna Cumslut, being of sound mind, do hereby..." Rory had snatched it away, "No reading, just signing," she said. With another sigh, Linna begin signing. It was still tough to work with the long nails and being cuffed with only about a half-foot between cuffs. Everything she signed came out super feminine, hearts over the 'I's, letters all loopy and, frankly, cute. Anything even resembling a circle turning into a heart. One of the papers looked like a marriage license. Another couple might have been a deed. Her life was over anyway, so what difference does it make? Pretty soon the stack was gone, and so was Rory. Before Rory left, she dropped a magazine near Linna as she whisked away the stack of papers. "I'll be back soon," Rory said as she hurried out the door. Linna picked up the magazine. Cosmopolitan. Couldn't she have left something interesting? Without anything else to do she started reading, "Can You Tell If These Things Are Sex Toys or Beauty Products?", "3 Sexy Hairstyles Every Girl Needs in Her Life", "7 Real Reasons Some Guys Can't Orgasm", etc. At least it was something to do. It was nearly 10 a.m. when Rory returned. "Come on, we've got a road trip," Rory said excitedly. Linna had read every article in the magazine twice just to pass the time. Rory let Linna out of her cuffs. She pulled an oversized sweatshirt over Linna's head. The sweatshirt was only tight in one place \u2014 across her boobs. She led Linna out of her small apartment into Linna's (formerly Joe's) red Mercedes AMG GT coupe. After getting Linna seated, Rory secured Linna's hands in cuffs attached behind the seat. "So you don't try anything funny while we are driving," Rory explained. She buckled Linna in and off they went. Linna's hands were held tightly, but not uncomfortably behind the seat as they drove. "I love this car," Rory said as they started off. "It is so much more fun than my old Civic." ["Where are we going?"] squeaked Linna. "To your apartment!" ["Why?"] "You need to pick up more outfits." ["That's three hours away."] "Yeah, by then you should be getting horny enough that I won't have to worry about you escaping, but still coherent enough to help." "At least it is something different than chained to the wall in the apartment," thought Linna repeatedly during the drive. She didn't say much because her voice was still kind of freaking her out, and it was really hard to be understood past her lisp with her large puffy lips and her pierced tongue. As they drove, Rory explained Linna's new life: "From my research and going through your accounts, the new you is the illegitimate child of Joseph Howard Berkshire V. Your mother was a prostitute who died last year. Rather than getting an allowance every month, now you are under a non-disclosure agreement about who your father really is. A fund has been setup for you that pays $20,000 every month for the rest of your life. To get the money you have to stay out of your father's life. If you try to contact your family or disclose to anyone who your real dad is, you lose the monthly allotment. Not only that, you also have to pay back everything you were paid from the fund. Essentially, it would bankrupt you. The magic that transformed you has a weird way of changing the universe to match your new identity and persona. It tries to change as little as possible. The new you is incompatible with your old family, so it had to do something." Finally they neared Joe's (now Linna's) apartment. Rory had been noticing over the past hour how Linna had become more fidgety. She was now blatantly staring at groins and licking her lips at every glimpse of a guy. Linna noticed she was getting turned on. Every bump in the road or stray breeze across her achingly stiff nipples ramped up her need. Once they arrived at the address on Linna Cumslut's driver's license, Rory unbuckled, then unlocked Linna. Rory grabbed hold of Linna's leash chain. "Lead the way," Rory said, handing Linna the keys found in Linna's purse. Linna struggled to get out of the low slung car with her ballet heels and hobble skirt, but eventually managed. She teetered to her familiar door, everything seemingly looking the same as she remembered. Upon entering, everything was surprisingly similar to what she remembered. Rory pushed her inside and stripped off Linna's sweatshirt. Rory showed Linna a Taser and said, "Don't try anything stupid." Leaving the leash dangling, Rory told Linna, "Go find a new top." Rory watched Linna like a hawk as she teetered over to her large walk-in closet. Her still struggling to remain in control male mind was shocked when she opened the closet door. Another part of her expected what she found. Instead of rows of pants and shirts with a few shoes tossed in the corner, Linna found racks of skirts and several dresses with tight skirts. Most of the skirts either shimmered in satin or shone in leather. Filling the floor in a three-shelf rack, the entire length of the closet were rows and rows of various ballet heels. Ankle strapped heels, Mary Jane's, ankle-high, knee-length, and a few thigh-high boots. A whole variety of colors were available, mostly reds, pinks, blacks and white, but other colors were scattered throughout. Toward the near end were even some wedge heeled ballet boots in PVC and leather. It occurred to the bimbo part of her brain the PVC wedges would allow her to shower. The leather ones would allow her to go to bed without worrying about putting a hole in the sheets or having to take them off. At the far end of the rack were a few 6-inch pumps and a couple of much higher platformed shoes. One extreme pair must have had a 9-inch platform and a 15-inch heel. Walking on those would be like trying to move on stilts. She shuddered to think of it with her hobble skirts. Moving toward her dresser, she opening the top drawer. The drawer used to be half-full of socks. Now she found it packed with piles of stockings in a variety of styles including sheer, opaque, patterned, and fishnet all in a variety of colors. In a small pile on the right side of the drawer, she found some really tiny, lacy thongs in a variety of colors including a number of very bold reds and pinks. The thongs often had sequins to make them really sparkle. She shuddered mentally thinking of the discomfort sequins would cause. She also found some abbreviated, tiny PVC and leather thongs that among the items as well. She opened the second drawer, which used to be about half-full of boxers. She found it absolutely packed with corsets \u2014 satin, leather, and even some PVC corsets. They were all in either shockingly bright colors such as shimmering purple or hot pink or in more \u2018normal' fetish colors like black, white, and red \u2014 no muted colors such as beige or brown. All appeared to be 15-inch with a 3- or 4-inch pipestem and with the abbreviated-cup design that left her nipples bare, but supported her large bosom. The third drawer used to be casual shirts. It was still full of tops. She sorted through the drawer looking for something to wear. She struggled with the two conflicting personalities that were transitioning between control. Her old self looked for something to cover up while her new self was looking for something to show off. In the end, the selection in the drawer made the choice clear. Everything in the drawer was low-cut. Most of it was sleeveless with several spaghetti shoulder straps. There were some \u2018tube top' strapless tops, and some with long, tight sleeves that would fit like a second skin down her arm. Even the ones with sleeves would leave her shoulders bare. Unlike her old male shirts, these were also all in bright colors \u2014 hot pinks, deep purples, bright reds, sunshine yellow. There were a few white ones that seemed to be less opaque and more transparent than her old personality would like. A few black ones were among the choices as well. Eventually, she settled on a lightweight top in a deep purple with three straps each shoulder, one of which criss-crossed in the back. It wouldn't cover much, but at least her nipples would be covered. Hopefully, the shirt wouldn't be the constant stimulation on her nipples as the sweatshirt had been. "Grab a new corset and skirt too," Rory, who had followed Linna into the closet said. "Why don't you take a shower before changing into clean clothes," Rory offered. Linna froze momentarily. Her old personality was still mostly in control and couldn't figure out how to get out of any of her current clothing, let alone take care of her new body. Relaxing a little and letting her mind \u2018space out,' her female personality came to the fore. Picking up a matching deep purple corset, a just longer than knee length black leather hobble skirt and some sheer stockings, Linna turned toward Rory. ["Why don't I give your hot cunt a bath instead?"] Linna purred. Rory laughed at the conflict evident on Linna's face as she spoke. "In good time," she said, taking the clothes from Linna. Linna pouted and turned back into her closet to get some \u2018shower clothes,' quickly selecting a PVC corset and some Mary Jane ballet heels in PVC with a wedge (instead of the usual spike) heel. Rory followed Linna into the bathroom and fastened her leash to a towel rack. "I'll leave you to it," Rory said. Linna dropped her skirt to the floor, then struggled to unlace her ballet boots with her long nails. She eventually got the boots and stockings off. She slipped the Mary Jane ballet wedges on her feet, then shuffled to a corner at the limits of her leash where at least part of her was surprised to see an odd device with a series of small hooks attached to wires. The other part of her knew to hook each individual hook to each point where her PVC corsets laces cross. Two larger hooks connected to the rabbit ears at the middle. Again struggling with her long nails, she finally got her current corset untied, took as deep a breath as the corset allowed, and loosened her current corset. She felt all the support leave her torso as the corset loosened. Part of her was disturbed by how unstable she felt without her corset, another part hurried to unfasten the front clasps. Her PVC corset turned out to be a true underbust corset with a heavy duty zipper instead of clasps in the front. Quickly zipping up her corset, she reached up and was just able to grasp a bar mounted above her head. One hand continuing to hold the bar, her other hand flipped a switch on the wall to the forward position then grasped the bar. The larger hooks pulled her corset's rabbit ears snug giving her some small measure of relief and support. The smaller hooks, working from both the top and bottom simultaneously, slowly worked the corset tighter. One hook pulled, then the next hook pulled, until they reached the middle, then the slack was pulled at the rabbit ears. She let out her breath as she felt the comforting support return. Slowly the corset worked tighter and tighter. When it passed \u2018comforting' and started to feel \u2018tight', she reached back with one hand to feel the gap. "Just a little more," she thought, putting her hand back on the bar. After another cycle of pulls, she reached over and flipped the switch back to its middle position. Fully laced, she reached back, unhooked the rabbit ears from the lacing device, and tied off her corset. Then she flipped the switch to the fully back position, and the cables all let out, going slack and allowing her to easily unhook them. Without her hobble skirt, she was able to easily climb into the shower and begin to relax in the warm water. The water felt wonderful on her new assets. It didn't help that she was growing hornier by the moment. The warm water massaged her breasts. The water, combined with her hands being able to rub all sides of her large, unnaturally perky boobs, continued to turn her on more and more. It didn't take long before she inserted a finger into her vagina and started to rub her pierced clitoris with her thumb. The vaginal stimulation quickly pushed her over the edge. "Wow, way better than orgasms as a man," she thought as she came down from her orgasm. "Focus," part of her mind demanded, "You can't stay in the shower all day." "Yeah, we have to finish and go find some hot cock," another part responded. After arguing with herself for a while as to why she needed to finish her shower, she realized she once again lost focus and needed to finish. With some effort to actually focus on the task at hand, she was able to finish cleaning. Her mass of long hair took a surprising amount of work, but eventually she was clean and able to step out of the shower. Drying off again caused her to lose focus. After an indeterminate amount of time passed, Rory found Linna sitting on the toilet fingering herself to yet another orgasm. "OK, enough of that. Time to get you dressed," Rory ordered. "Stand up and turn around," Rory continued. Rory quickly untied and loosened Linna's PVC corset, then wrapped Linna's bright purple satin corset that she had previously picked out around Linna's waist and quickly pulled it snug. "Finish lacing it yourself," Rory said. Linna stumbled over to her lacing bar. She hooked the various hooks to the crosses in the laces, reached up, grasped the lacing bar, and turned back on the lacing machine. Soon she felt snugly tight once again. She let the machine continue until the corset was fully closed at 15 inches. Tying it off, she then reached for her clothes. While seemingly easy, Linna had to do some serious pushing and pulling to get her shirt on. Two large objects were always getting in the way and any shirt that fit her corseted waist was a serious effort to get over her large bosom. Eventually she got it on, restricting her movement further because her collar chain now ran up the inside of her shirt, having no way to get her shirt through the collar chain. ["Can you unchain me so that I can get some new boots?"] Linna asked. Rory came over, unlocked Linna's leash. As Rory pulled the chain through Linna's shirt, the rubbing and movement just turned on Linna more. The chain being fed through her shirt jostled her boobs which caused her nipples to rub against her shirt and she quickly slipped into a lustful stare. As soon as the thin chain was straightened out, Linna dropped to her knees and tried to lift up Rory's skirt. Rory was ready for some distraction. She stepped out of the bathroom and sat down on a chair, spread her legs and let Linna's tongue go to work. Rory gasped as Linna's pierced tongue parted her lower lips. Rory luxuriated in the hot breath on her lower regions. Then Linna's rings started stimulating Rory's labia as Linna's tongue slowly worked closer to her vagina. The ring at the tip of Linna's tongue kept brushing Rory's clitoris as she worked. It wasn't long before Rory was panting and screaming as waves of pleasure crashed through her. The stimulation was too much as she orgasmed. She pushed away Linna's head once the crest had passed. When she recovered, Rory looked up to see Linna still staring glassy-eyed at her crotch while fingering her own. "Enough already. We still have to get you dressed," said Rory, dragging Linna over to the closet. "Grab some dry shoes to wear and finish getting dressed." Linna looked at the shoe selection gently chewing on her bottom lip. Decisions, decisions. Which one would drive guys the craziest? It was so hard to choose the sexiest ones. Rory grabbed a pair of purple lace up shoes with an ankle strap and a 7- inch heel. "Wear these," she said, growing impatient with Linna's increasing distractions and indecisiveness. Linna sat down and slid a silky stocking up her long leg. She moaned at the sensation of the smooth stockings running up her hairless legs. She could barely bend over enough to get on her shoes and tighten them up. The tight skirt was next. Once on, Linna could no longer separate her knees by more than an inch or two. She was, once again, effectively hobbled. She minced back into her bathroom, sprayed on some perfume and began doing her makeup. Rory brought in a box, set it on the counter. "When you are done, put your cosmetics in this box." Rory again locked Linna's leash to the towel rack and left the bathroom. Linna looked in the mirror. The permanent tattoos actually provided most of the makeup she needed, but her new personality was demanding more. First a foundation, then going over the permanently made-up features, she made them even bolder and brighter. Eyeliner on top of her permanent eyeliner, penciling in her tattooed eyebrows even darker and sharper. More mascara over her permanent eyelash extensions. A thick layer of bright red lipstick over her pillowy lips. Two layers of lip gloss on top to give her lips a wet inviting shimmering look. She grabbed a large pendant on a thin chain that drew attention to her cavernous cleavage. It took considerable effort to hook the small clasp on the chain with her talon-tipped fingers, but she eventually managed. She then brushed her long locks of platinum curls until they shimmered and billowed behind her in cascades of shining waves. She heard Rory enter and exit the apartment several times during the process, but wasn't really paying attention to what Rory was doing. Rory came into the bathroom, took a look at Linna, rolled her eyes and asked if she was ready to go. Nodding (as much as the collar allowed) and licking her upper lip suggestively, Linna indicated she was. Rory led Linna back into her closet, where Linna noted there were now several empty hangers and some gaps in the shoe shelves. At the dresser, Rory pointed to the bottom drawer. "You should pick out some of the bigger ones to take with you." Linna was a bit confused, but there was an empty box by the drawer, so sinking to her knees, she opened the bottom drawer. She remembered keeping some jeans in the drawer before, but it wasn't jeans that greeted her when she opened the drawer. Instead a large number of sex toys greeted her instead. On the left was an especially large butt plug with two hoses going into it plus a hose with an inflatable bulb, and some wires coming from it to a small box with a switch on in labeled "fill" and "discharge." Linna was initially confused as to its purpose, but another part of her brain said, "to clean out your ass and be ready for fun" and Rory insisted it go into the box. The rest she let Linna choose on her own. In her ever increasingly horny daze, Linna ended up choosing a large ribbed dildo, a medium sized dildo with a nice straight handle attached, a butterfly strap on vibrator, another very large and heavy stainless steel butt plug and a couple of large rubber butt plugs. "That should do," Rory said. She had Linna pick up the box of toys while she picked up the box of cosmetics. Rory carried the box and led Linna back out to the car. Rory stopped and locked the apartment as they left. When the arrived at the car, Rory opened the trunk on the the coupe. Linna saw it was packed with boxes. Barely able to fit the last two (Linna cosmetics and toys) in the tight trunk, Rory once again secured Linna in the passenger seat. "A couple more stops," Rory announced cheerfully. "First, where do you get your corsets?" ["My corsets?"] "Yes, where do you get your corsets?" ["I don't know."] "Stare off into the distance, let you mind go blank and let it come to you. You know where, now tell me." Linna thought about this for a minute. On one hand, she was somewhat curious why Rory wanted to know. On the other hand, she didn't think Rory had her best interests at heart. Her thoughts were interrupted by a hand on her boob. Rory slowly massaged her breast paying special attention to her pierced nipples evident through Linna's tight shirt. It didn't take much before Linna went glassy-eyed and began humping the air with her hips. Rory suddenly stopped, "Tell me where you get your corsets." ["Carly's Custom Corsets down on Third street."] Rory quickly entered the information into the car's navigation system and they roared off. Linna moaned in frustration. The sudden lack of attention was completely unfair. Soon they arrived. Rory unlocked Linna's wrists and watched in amusement as she struggled to her feet in her extreme heels and tight skirt. Rory enjoyed the sound of the hurried clacking of heels behind her as she led the leashed Linna into the shop. Half a dozen hurried clacks for each leisurely stride Rory took. Rory held the door and Linna proceed her into the shop. The shop owner (whom Rory presumed must be Carly) came from around the counter as they entered. She was a woman of medium build with an intensity about her, flashing eyes, and a presence indicating she was the queen of this domain. She appeared comfortably corseted with what didn't appear to be an overly tight or high-reduction underbust corset and was otherwise physically unremarkable. "Linna, my best customer! How do you teeter today? I see a friend has brought you," said the somewhat amused shopkeeper. Rory immediately liked her and quickly struck up a conversation. Eventually Rory got to the point. "I assume you know her dimensions well," Rory said indicating Linna. Carly nodded. "She needs a couple of strong 14-inch corsets with a 4-inch stovepipe," Rory said. "That is a significant change from her current tightly corseted 15-inch waist with a 3-inch stovepipe," said Carly. "Each additional inch is much harder to get, both in reduction and stovepipe and especially with her rather extreme dimensions." "True. However, can you make them?" "I can make them, but I'm not sure she can wear them." "Let me worry about that." ["Do I get a say in this?"] Linna lisped worriedly. "No," both Rory and Carly said in unison. After conferring some more they came to terms with price and delivery dates. Rory pulled out Linna's debit card, paid the agreed upon sum and led Linna out of the shop and back to the car. Rory once again secured Linna's hands behind the seat. Not because she was afraid of Linna trying to get away, but because Linna was now trying to initiate sexual contact. The rubbing required to get her all secured had left Linna literally panting. Not from exertion, from need. Her two pierced nipples were pointing like fat needles through her tight shirt. The seat belt framed and accentuated her large perky breasts. The clock on the car read 4:09 as Rory fired up the 456-hp engine. "One last stop," Rory said. ["Do I get to fuck?"] Linna moaned with need. "Focus now, where did you get your piercings and tattoos done?" ["Mmmmm, yeah, there's cock there,"] Linna moaned. "Focus, Linna, focus. Where did you get your piercings done?" ["Mmm, that place is boring, there's a bar that is much more fun."] "Where did you get your piercings done?" Rory practically screamed at Linna. ["Like wow. Don't get your panties in a knot,"] Linna squeaked in surprise at Rory's outburst. ["Like, Axiom, really."] "Axiom. Let's see," Rory muttered, searching the car's navigation system. "Ah, there it is. Not far." Rory put the car in gear and off they went. When they pulled up and parked, Rory leaned over, grabbed Linna's leash and tugged to get Linna's full attention. "Now listen carefully. You will sign the paper I put in front of you. You will agree with anything I suggest while we are in there. If you don't, I won't let you suck anyone off," Rory threatened. Rory unbuckled and unlocked Linna and led her into the parlor. Once inside, Rory found a mousy and well-inked girl at one of the chairs with a number of lip and brow rings. Rory led the mincing Linna over to her. "Can I help you?" the girl, asked. "Yes, I'm Rory and this is my pet," Rory said tugging the leash a bit. "My pet needs this added," Rory said handing over a printout from her purse. "OK, yeah. We can get all this done. I'll need you to fill out this liability form. Your pet will need to sign it. Then, we can get started. I'm Megan, by the way," Megan added as almost an afterthought. "Nice to meet you, Megan," Rory said. "Could my pet entertain you while I fill these out? She needs some distraction something fierce." Megan blushed deeply but indicated there was a private room they could use. Some of the piercings are rather private anyway. Once they entered the room, Linna wasted no time dropping to her knees and working at Megan's pants with her long-nailed fingers. Megan assisted in removing her pants and Linna dove right in to Megan's pussy like a parched traveler in the desert to a canteen of water. Linna's pierced tongue expertly parted Megan's bushy slit and found its way to all the right places. Linna would alternate between working her tongue deep into Megan's vagina, tongue fucking her, and licking her needy clitoris. Soon Megan was relaxed and satisfied, having enjoyed several orgasms. Linna just wouldn't quit and Megan had to push her away. "Sign this," Rory demanded of Linna as soon as Megan had pushed Linna away. Linna didn't even know or care what she was signing at the moment. She was too far gone into \u2018bimbo mode. She quickly signed it in her new flowing feminine signature. Rory quickly handed the document to Megan. Megan checked it over to see that it was all filled out and signed properly. "I also need verbal confirmation that you consent," Megan said to Linna. "Do you consent?" ["Mmmm, like yeah. Just like let me suck you some more,"] Linna moaned. "That sounded like consent to me," said Rory. Megan agreed. Rory slipped a penis gag out of her purse she had taken from Linna's bottom drawer earlier in the afternoon. She quickly slipped it into Linna's wet mouth. Linna moaned as she started to suck the penis gag with a passion. "First, I'll do the tattoo, then I'll do the piercings you've requested," said Megan. Rory had Linna step out of her tight skirt. They had Linna sit in the tattoo parlor chair and strapped her down so she wouldn't move. Megan got to work. The tattoo turned out to consist of flowing script in hot pink tattooed on the upper side of Linna's tremendous left udder that said: Property of Mistress Rory (555) 555-5555 "It is a separate phone, that I got just to keep track of requests for her," Rory explained. "Yes, it will be a burden to keep track of two phones, but I wouldn't advertise my main number like that." Linna easily and readily spread her legs when Rory and Megan asked her to. They strapped her legs keeping them spread wide open. Megan quickly began to wipe Linna's outer lips with an alcohol swab. Linna started moaning with need. "Wow, she juices a lot, doesn't she?" Megan asked. "Yeah, she does," Rory confirmed. "You realize that these take about two or three months to heal, right?" "Yes, I read your information while she was busy on you." "She doesn't seem like she could go two or three months without some rough sex." "She will have to." Linna didn't feel much pain, only a short quick stab each time the snap of the piercing gun fired. She grew bored and lost count of the number after three. Big numbers (like four) weren't really her thing. She had three holes, what more did she need to know? "OK, as you can see, I've installed six grommets in each outer labia," Megan said as she finished. "The bleeding has stopped, but she shouldn't have any sex for at least two months. After it finishes healing, they should be permanent and you should be able to use them as you see fit. Why don't you get her dressed and meet me up front to pay?" "Great. Sounds good. See you up there shortly." While Linna's legs were still secured, Rory fit a metal chastity belt over Linna's corseted waist and between her legs. "For your own good," Rory explained. Then Rory released her legs and pulled the penis gag from her lips. Linna's hand went straight to her crotch where she found it completely inaccessible. ["Like, how will I have sex now?"] Linna wailed. "Calm down, you still have your ass and mouth." ["Like, right. But, I need a cock in my cooze."] "Put on your skirt and lets go pay." Linna walked with even more of a hip wiggle than normal due to the discomfort in her pussy, but followed Rory out front with quick mincing steps. Rory paid for the piercings and ink with Linna's debit card. Soon they were on the way back to Rory's apartment as Linna slipped further into a horny haze.