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Now Peters' cheeks flushed as well. "Your owner… that's a bit over the top, don't you think?" He heard his voice get a little shrill and instantly hated himself for that sign of shyness. "Why don't we just go out once, have a drink or a a salad…", he mumbled. "And anyways, why is this so important to you, Miriam? Is it worth the risk?"

"Well." She got up from her chair and walked over to the equipment on the bed, taking a single leather strap into her hand. "It is important to me, because I want to nail those guys. They maybe kidnappers of women or worse, and they must be stopped. And", she added a little slyly, "who knows if one of their members turns out to be a celebrity? They are quite an exclusive society, most of them must be stinking rich, and that's always interesting." Miriam shrugged. "And concerning the risk: It's not as big as you think, just like I already told you. You prop me up. A tux for you is in the cabinet over there, it should fit you perfectly. We use the exit at the back of this shabby motel. I have a limo waiting there and the driver won't ask any questions. We get into the limo, drive to the place, you use one of your micro-cameras to make some nice shots. I collect as much information as I can get and we leave. I write the story, you provide your pictures. Mission accomplished."

They just looked at each other for a moment. Peter really didn't know what to say until Miriam jingled the small strap around playfully.
"All you have to do", she added a little sarcastically, "is stay cool and somewhere inside yourself find the guts to tie me up properly." She was amused. Nervous, but still also very amused. "Guys dig that, don't they? Tying up pretty women?"

"Well, some of us…" Peter started. But Miriam had already taken the cat suit into her hands and made her way to the bathroom. "No more discussion about this. I need your help and you are not going to let me down – understood? I'll just have to get into this first…" Since she did not completely close the door, Peter could see her shadow move through the doorframe. Miriam took the shoes and socks from her feet and after that got out of her pants. Pulled the pullover over her head and threw it aside, took off her underwear… He raised his face, looking up to the ceiling, asking himself what he had gotten himself into.

In the bathroom, he could hear Miriam gasp occasionally while she worked her body into the cat suit.
"Wow is this tight… I'm not even sure it's real latex, the stuff feels so weird…"
"Miriam, where the hell did you get this stuff from anyways?"
"I persuaded another connection to sell it to me. He's a guy who designs stuff like this. It's expensive equipment; believe me, not the cheap stuff you can just buy in some sex shop. We will have to find out how it exactly works."
"Yeah. It looks sturdy." Peter cast another glance at the items that were spread out on the bed.
"It looks sturdy because it was designed to restrain people. Well, not people – women", Miriam added as she came back from the bathroom.

She winked at him in a humorous way, but he did not see much humor in the situation as a whole. In fact he did not see a lot of things anymore, except Miriam in the catsuit, and she looked beautiful. He could only stare at her with his mouth agape, forgetting everything around him.

The cat suit covered her body from her ankles to the lower part of her throat, leaving basically only her feet, her hands and her neck and head uncovered. It was obviously quite tight – so tight in fact that Miriam appeared to be naked, just covered by a black, shiny liquid. Peter could see every muscle on her calves, thighs, belly and arms accentuated. He could see her small, now quite compressed breasts as well. Even her nipples and the aureoles around them were visible.

"Yes", Miriam sighed, and wiped some sweat from her forehead with the back of a hand. "I know. It is definitely going to have a large impact on next years' fashion. But I tell you it's tight as hell."

Peter did not have the courage to look at her crotch directly. But he was quite sure something metallic glittered down there.

"Yes", Miriam sighed, instantly noticing what had caused Peters face to redden even more. "There is some device inbuilt there. I have something like a small pad on my … button?" She looked down at herself, lost in the surreal comedy this situation provided. "Button, yes, let's stay with that word, shall we? And there are two small… dildos down there, for whatever reason that we are not going to discuss here and now. Or ever. Until the end of time." She looked up again, eyeballing Peter with absolute sternness. "I'll be happy if I get these things out of me again as soon as possible. And as long as I am on that … party … that part of the suit will stay closed, whatever happens later – do we have an agreement?"

"We do", Peter gulped hard. "Oh man, do we have an agreement…"

There were dildos in Miriam, and she herself had just mentioned it. He was not sure if he could take anymore of this, weird as the situation might be. She had just inserted one dildo each into her pussy and anus in order to get the story of her life. Miriam was crazy. Here was the final piece of evidence.

"There's also a small remote control", she added, talking faster now because she obviously found the situation nearly as toe-curlingly awkward as Peter did. "It's that thingy over there on the nightstand. It resembles an IPod. But it sure as hell is not designed for playing the Fab Four. I don't know what it does and I don't want to have to find out what it does, so we'll just forget it. Okay?"

Peter nodded. "What do you want me to do now?", he asked with a coarse voice. Miriam walked over to him, took the corset from the bed and handed it to him. It was made of rubber just like most of the other items were. Still, there appeared to be something else beneath the black material – metal or plastic maybe, that reinforced the structure. Straps and buckles were dangling from its open back. A collar, padded on the inside, high and heavy-looking, was attached to the thing.
"This is next. Put it on me."

The corset felt weird in Peters' hands, like something from another planet or maybe another dimension. When Miriam turned around and showed him her back he could just stare at the smooth skin at the back of her neck and her fine hair, and nearly forgot what he was here for for a moment.

"Put it over my head, place the collar around my neck, buckle it and then pull the corset tight. I couldn't do it myself since I can't reach all those locks and straps back there." Miriam turned her head and threw Peter a warning glance. "But don't buckle it tighter than necessary, okay?" When she turned again, he could only see the back of her head, her brown-reddish, curly hair flowing down in that practical, thick ponytail to a point between her latex-covered shoulder blades. But he just knew that she was smiling again. "I'm a modern girl and have never worn a corset, and I don't want to faint or anything like that. Just make it look real."