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Additional Controls I had already started to shake my head in disbelief and denial of Mr. Eversham’s words when I saw Miss Johnson approach from the side bearing a large and obviously heavy arrangement of yet more items of enclosure (and control!), these destined for my body. This was a full control harness, also meant to be the guardian of my chastity, although at that moment I was not aware of its intended purpose. It was not of leather or coloured like the gleaming black rubber corset I now wore, but a jumble of shaped and highly polished metal straps, quite different than what one would expect to see being employed by ploughman to dress a workhorse. Yes, its components were definitely metal, and the light from overhead was reflected by many small rivets that not only joined, but also
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