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The rest of the uniform was just as humiliating as Diana had expected. First, there came the nipple clamps. They were small and sleek, made of heavy metal with two pronged teeth. Diana ran a finger along the inside, noting how they were grooved to grip and hold the skin. Each one was completed with a small circular weight.

Her nipples were already hard, She had been aroused and turned on by everything that had happened so far. But she still pretended to stroke her chest a little, partly for the sake of dignity - to at least pretend otherwise. Partly also because it felt good, and once she had carried the deception as far as she felt she could, she clipped the first of the clamps into place. It bit down on her harder than she had expected. The metal teeth snapped closed with a sharp pain that made her hiss between her teeth. The metal weight tugged on her nipple, dragging it downwards and pulling on her with each step she took. Tingles were already running through her chest, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

She blinked them away, giving herself a moment to adjust to the feeling. As she did so, she paced. Hoping to distract herself or at least make her more used to moving with the damn thing closed around her nipple.

"What's the matter?" asked the unknown voice of her tormentor. "Never worn clamps before?"

"Not exactly," Diana said. "Believe it or not, I don't normally make a habit of this sort of thing."

"Really? How shocking. Considering your body, I'd have thought that your master would have you in chains and clamps all the time."

Her master? Ah, of course. He thought she was a ****. She'd registered as such to go down to the under-gym with Lisa. Diana shook her head, but a thought had come to her that she could not dismiss. If she was trapped here, why not have some fun with it? it was a fantasy, after all. Why should she let Lisa be the only one who got to enjoy it?

"My master doesn't like to show me off like this," She said. "He uses me as a secretary."

"A secretary, eh? Do you have your own office?"

"No," Diana admitted. A flush of red appeared across her face. "He prefers me on my knees."

"Do you suck him off under the desk?"

"I don't see why I should tell you that," She huffed. He answered with a jolt of electricity from her collar.

"Fine," Diana scowled. "Yes. Are you happy? He has me sit under his desk and suck his cock as he works. Before I was a ****, I was on track to become more successful than him and it burns him up, so now he likes to **** me at every point. Are you happy to hear that?"

Diana's womanhood felt hot and tight. She had no such master, but thanks to this man's expectations, she was able to blurt out one of her deepest fantasies and have it taken as true. She clipped the second clamp to her other nipple, bracing against the sharp pain. Now both of her breasts were being pulled, like she was being punished with every step.

"How did you become a ****?" The man asked. Before Diana could answer, there came another crackle from the collar. A reminder of his power over her.

"I worked for a company," Diana said. "And I made a mistake. Not one so bad that it got me thrown in jail. But I was **** to volunteer to become a **** to the man I had wronged. He always hated me and he delights in having me in his power now. He parades me through the office naked. I sit in the break room on my hands and knees, and beg passers by to let me pleasure them. If I don't get enough people, he fucks me at the end of the day and records it on the company database, so anyone can look it up."

"Hot," The man said. "So is that why you're here now? After all, such an owner would expect his property to maintain her sexy body."

"That's right," A shudder ran through her as he called her ''property''. "He told me to come. Lisa is my twin, but she's a college ****. She decided to come and keep me company."

"Is that so?" The man said. Before she could answer, the next part of her uniform arrived. It was a small, cylindrical length of plastic. The base was wide, and coloured a deep blue. The rest more slender. Diana recognised it as a butt-plug. It represented a whole new vista of humiliation.

"I'll need lube," She said. Even admitting that was hard.

"Beside the machine. There is a tube of it."

There was. It felt cold against her fingers. The clamps bit her as she stretched around, rubbing the slippery liquid between the cheeks of her ass. She poured more onto the butt-plug, drizzling it over the toy until the whole thing was covered.

She'd never done much anal-play before. Her body stiffened and she rubbed the plastic tip against her back entrance. She breathed deeply, forcing her muscles to relax. They wanted to tense, especially as they felt the hard intrusion of the plug. It felt supremely strange and not totally comfortable as it slide into place. Only the lubricant allowed her to take, but even then there was a certain amount of pushing and gasping before the base of the plug lay flush with her ass.

Now moving was even more awkward. The plug was thick enough that she felt it inside her with every step that she took. Her breasts swung, the weights tugging on them too. It was excruciatingly humiliating.

"Is that all?" Diana asked. "Or is there more you want me to put on?"

"One more thing," The man said. "It's on its way now."

"You know, you could have sent them all at once."

"That's true, but then we would have missed this wonderful chat, wouldn't we? Now what about your master. Does he let other people use you?"

Sometimes," Diana's face flushed red again. "If they do well and hit performance goals. He trots me out and lets them do whatever they want to me. Sometimes, they use toys, or their fingers or tongues. Other times they just have their way with me until I can't even walk anymore."

"What about your sister?"

"What about her?"

"She's a **** too. Is she sometimes involved?"

"No," Diana said firmly. Her collar crackled a warning and she sighed. "Sometimes. She's not supposed to be. Her master is...nicer... than mine. But I am her sister, and my master can punish me any way he wants. So sometimes he threatens to punish me harshly if Lisa doesn't get involved as well and she always does."

"What sort of things does he do to the two of you?"

"He ties us up," Diana looked down at the ground. She could feel heat rising through her body. "Sometimes it's me, sometimes it's her. whichever one it is, she gets a vibrator or sometimes she's put on a Sybian. Either way, she's made to watch as he fucks her sister. My master does it slowly, drawing out every gasp, every moan, every sound and feeling. The one who is trapped can only watch, and no matter how hard she tries, she ends up cumming to it. It's beyond humiliating. All you can do is watch and listen."

The last part of her uniform arrived then. It was a small band. She'd never seen anything quite like it before. It looked like an elastic band, but much smaller and thinner. The material was not quite elastic either, it was a silky dark mesh which was soft to the touch.

"Put it around your clit," the man said. "You'll see what it does then."

Diana frowned, but she had no other option. Besides, by that point, her pussy was soaking anyway and her clit was throbbing for attention. Her eyes closed briefly as her fingers brushed against her bud. The band felt cold, and laughably large even in spite of its smallness as she wrapped it around her clitoris and its hood.

As soon as she did, it constricted. Diana's legs nearly gave out. It was tight! She staggered over to the wall, waves of sensation pulsing from between her legs. The thing was gripping her! Hugging her tightly! With one hand against the wall, she supported herself. Her legs were trembling. She glared up at the roof.

"The hell was that?"

"New technology," the man laughed. "Like the suit that marked your tits. It's a clit-band. It can shrink or grow. It automatically resizes to enclose the subject. Try to take it off."

"You must think I'm stupid," Diana said. "No."

"Ah, damn. If you had, you would have learned that it can tighten even further, providing a sensual and arousing form of domination and control."

Diana crossed her arms again. The band _was _tight against her clit. it was hugging her clitoris, exerting constant **** to cox it out of its hood.

"That's you ready," said the voice. "Convenient, since your first client is waiting for you."

"What do I need to do?" Diana asked. "Just fuck him?"

"Pretty much, but he calls the shots of course. You're gym equipment, and your collar and clit-band will make sure that you don't get any thoughts above your station. You go as easy or as hard as he wants. Use whatever toys he wants. Total submission."

"Yeah, yeah," Diana said. Her heart was fluttering. It was something between a nightmare and a dream come true. "How do I get there?"

"You're already on the way."

Diana realised that the floor was vibrating slightly. The small room was not a room at all.

It was an elevator.