Clothes seemed so unnatural now, and in frustration she removed them. There were small machines, whips, bondage equipment and furniture, a lot of which she had grown quite familiar with. That at least being what she assumed. She stopped walking. She closed her eyes and revisited in her mind the first time she had given into her doctor. She felt a climax approaching as he reached around, sliding his had between her and the chair, and massaged her clit. The time she spent with the project had been done mostly in the nude, as was her time with her doctor in his home. From it, he took tape, securing some over her mouth. He removed her clothes and pushed her onto it, her being bent over it and her wrists and ankles shackled. They had kept payments on her rent so she would lose nothing, and she had no family and the friends she had were not very committal, so her absence was not exactly noticed.
