Everybody stood transfixed as a woman appeared pulling a small exquisite highly polished wooden cart on spoked bicycle wheels, containing a man in a dinner jacket holding reins connected to something like a horse's bit in her mouth! They all pulled back to allow the cart to circle the chair and stop alongside. Alex recognised Pete and assumed that under all the harness, steel and exotic headgear was his wife, Anita.

Pete walked over to Susan. 'Stop! Do you have a licence to do this?' He took the clippers from her.

'No!' Susan appeared perplexed! 'Do I need one?'

'If I'm about you do!' He started the clippers again and took them towards Suzy! She saw what was happening and screamed again. 'Don't worry! I'm only joking!' He switched them off! 'I think we ought to get you out!'

***

Pete looked at the chair. 'My dear, Susan!' He beckoned her to sit in it! 'Would you care to join me for a shave?'

'Yes!' Susan removed the neck-brace, deliberately put the cushion back and sat in the chair. 'Provided of course I'm not the victim. It is my house you know!'

'I do know!' He removed her judge's wig! 'You have such nice hair! All sorts of weird and wonderful shades of blonde!' He ran his hands through it. 'I can't find any grey! You must either be very lucky!' Susan winced as he casually pulled out a single hair and examined it. 'Or you spend a fortune on dye!'

'I am and I don't!' She stood up! 'Are you going to sit?'

'No! Not me!' He walked to Anita and led her round so that she was in front of the audience. 'This is Anita! She is a pony-girl! Isn't she beautiful?' Anita turned and bowed her head in appreciation. There were a few gasps from the audience, as they saw Anita clearly for the first time. She was dressed in a black and very low-cut leather and metal corset, which she wore with matching long leather gloves and boots and a very extravagant plumed head-dress. A whole army of padlocks seemed to secure everything.

***

'Perhaps, I should explain a little more about us!' Anita tried to turn towards the audience, but the reins and the cart meant she could only turn a few degrees. 'I am Pete and Anita is my wife! We like to provide true sexual cabaret to parties such as this. We also live an interesting life-style, so please feel free to ask Anita about why she puts up with all the bondage and the permanent chastity.' A half-laugh came from somewhere. 'You may think what we do is funny, but it's desperately serious to us. Anita is denied sex, except at parties or gatherings like this. And even then she has to please us all with her performance before she gets her reward.'

Slowly and deliberately, Pete unhitched the cart from Anita. 'We don't need the cart now, so Alex could you put it outside in the hall?' Alex took hold of one shaft and with help from Bella, carefully manouvered it backwards from the patio into the hall, as well as her restraints would allow. Pete now turned Anita to face the audience. He reached up to her head and carefully undid the buckles which released the leather bridle, removing it and handing it to Alex as she returned. He left the head-dress with its tall red feathers in place.

From where she stood close to her, Alex could now see how Anita was restrained and encased. Alex thought to herself that 'wearing' was not a suitable word to describe the pony-girl's predicament.

Alex had first been puzzled as to why Anita seemed so tall. She thought at first that it was an illusion caused by the high head-dress, but it was only when she looked at Anita's long boots that she understood why. The boots, which were attached and padlocked directly to the eight suspenders of her corset, appeared to support Anita's feet almost vertically, so that she was permanently on her toes like a ballet dancer. Or a pony for that matter! The heels effectively ran parallel to and were part of the sole of the foot. Alex didn't think they could be at all comfortable, but in the brief walk she had seen, Anita seemed to be able to cope better than admirably.

Alex now noticed that the exotic corset was actually two, with a shining metal corset over one in black leather. The metal corset was perhaps a centimetre or so shorter at the bottom, following the line of the leather, whereas at the top, it finished just under Anita's bust, which was uplifted and fully displayed with a pronounced cleavage. Alex could see that the metal corset appeared to impose an exaggerated figure on her body with a very straight waist section, perhaps a couple of centimetres long. Alex felt her own unrestricted waist and wondered how Anita could have hers squeezed so small and not appear to show any obvious pain. She just seemed to be smiling and enjoying her total encarceration. Alex could also see that the metal corset was secured with six heavy clasps or latches, three on each side of her body. Each latch was held shut by a heavy steel padlock.

When Alex had first met Anita she had said that her chastity must be enforced. This outfit did not compromise that rule. A solid engraved metal thong was attached by two heavy flat chains to the front of the metal corset and by a single solid bar to the back. All the attachment points were very secure and heavily padlocked.

Alex could see little of Anita's face which was framed by the head-dress strapped on top. She also seemed to have her neck encased in something like a small leather corset with an overload steel collar, which prevented her from turning her head without first turning her body. As Anita turned, she could see the tight laces and another padlock at the back. Alex shivered at the thought of such a contraption at her neck!

'So this is Anita!' He held her hand and she curtsied as much as what she was wearing would allow. 'Would you like her to show you her clothes?' Taking the murmurs and nods to be a yes, he indicated that Anita should go and show everyone.

***

'Are you ready for tonight, Anita?' Pete held her hand. 'I think we all think you look lovely!' Someone started to applaud and all the others followed. He called to the others. 'Would you like another promenade?' The response was definitely a yes. Anita obliged by taking an immaculate trot around the patio. Despite her boots!

'So! Are you ready?' Pete asked her again.

'Not quite!' She put her hands up towards her head. 'I think I need a hair-cut!'

'I think this is where we came in!' He motioned her towards the chair.

'There is one problem!' Anita indicated her boots. 'In these, I can hardly bend my knees!' Someone laughed. 'And unless we have a box or a step-ladder, you won't be able to reach the top of my head!'

Pete produced a rather large bunch of keys and tried each key in one of the padlocks that locked the suspenders to her boots. Theatrically, he indicated that none of the keys worked. 'Is there a locksmith or an engineer in the house?'

Susan who was watching the proceedings intently strode forward a couple of paces and then stopped. She knew that Jane's husband, Alan, was the only engineer present, but she didn't need to prompt him, as Lizzie, still with the restraint hanging from her wrist, pushed him up to Pete and Anita. 'Can I help? I'm an engineer!' Alan took the keys and after a little trying found one that opened a padlock, which released the suspender. He smiled as he saw the clever method used to trap the suspender securely and without damaging it to the top of the boot. 'One down, only another five to go! Are they all the same key?'

'Yes!' Pete laughed. 'It would be so slow if they weren't! Or perhaps that would be a good idea!'

Alan continued unlocking each in turn, with the audience counting. 'Two! Three! Four! ...'

'Would you like to take the boots off?' Pete spoke and Alan complied by lowering the zip on each foot and then sitting Anita in the chair before taking them from her feet. She flexed her feet vigorously up and down. 'I think Anita would like it if you massaged her feet! Those boots can be very tiring and constricting.' Alan followed the instructions.

Alan stood up. 'I enjoyed that! Is there anything else to do?'

'Yes!' Pete handed Alan a pair of black stockings. 'Are you good with these?' Jane laughed loudly at her husband.

'Despite what Jane says, I can manage!' As Anita put first her right leg and then her left leg forward, he carefully rolled each stocking up and attached it to the suspenders. Perhaps, he shouldn't have done, but he stroked each leg seductively and gently as he finished. Anita blew him a kiss!

'Shoes!' Pete handed Alan a pair of black stilettos. Again with locks attached.

'Do you have shares in Yale?' Alan added as he strapped and locked the two shoes.

'No!' He lifted Anita out of the chair. 'But there's still more.' He walked to Susan's box and took two steel bands, connected by a series of chains, bars and six padlocks out and brought them back to Alan and Anita. 'There's still these!' He held them up for everyone to see.

Alan was astonished at what he saw. 'They look interesting!' He took them from Pete!

'They're thigh bands!' Pete showed Alan how they fitted around mid-thigh, with a link between each leg and chains to rings on the chastity corset and the steel thong. 'They stop her moving her legs apart more than a few inches. They also make sex completely impossible!'

Alan clicked the last padlock into place. 'But she's got the steel plate over her ...' He stumbled over a polite word. '... fanny!'

'You can't be too careful!'

***

'Another promenade, Anita?' She turned and walked less precariously than last time, but this time the thigh bands meant she couldn't take long steps. Clapping showed approval. As she returned, Pete took hold of her.

'I'm ready!' As she spoke he lifted her into the chair. 'Please! Strap me in! I feel I must have the shave, but something says to resist! Please don't let me!' Quickly, he strapped her arms, legs and then her body. 'Please! My neck!' Susan brought the neck brace she'd used on Suzy and strapped it around her corsetted neck. Seconds later Anita's head was rendered even more immobile. She screamed.

'Pass me the gag! Susan!' Pete held out his hand as she passed him what looked to be a rubber ball connected to a large squeezable bulb. After a couple of attempts, by holding Anita's nose, he managed to get the ball between her teeth. As he held it there, Susan pumped the bulb so that the ball inflated in her mouth. When he released her nose, he sealed a valve in the device, so that the ball stayed inflated. 'Do you feel comfortable now, my lovely?'

Anita couldn't say anything and she couldn't even shake her head to decline.

Pete reached behind Anita's head and removed the head-dress and all it's exotic feathers. The audience was fascinated as they saw her already very short hair style. Someone, perhaps David said that Pete should leave her as she was. Others urged Pete on! The shouting grew! He produced the clippers again and switched them on. 'Shall I?' He called to the audience. 'Do you want Anita to be shaved bald? Like a billiard ball! Like Duncan Goodhew!' He paused! 'Shall I?'

Alex was horrified. She looked and saw the others enjoying themselves and shouting at Pete. All of the women, Daisy, Jane, Suzy, Tamsin, Josie and even Lizzie, were urging Pete to shave his wife's head. Surprisingly, the men were quieter, but all except David were in favour. He would have been shouting against, but Suzy and Jane were almost sitting on him and had affectively gagged him with their hands.

But just as she was horrified, she was also excited. And sexually too! Why? She also knew that Anita was a very willing victim and from her chat with her earlier, she might even be the one in charge.

But her horror was all in vain, as slowly and deliberately, all the small amount of hair on Anita's head was systematically removed with the clippers. Then to further add to her horror, Pete produced a can of foam and a safety razor.

He made absolutely certain that she was absolutely bald.

Copyright 2004 by Ewart Higgins