There is a surprising amount of BDSM furniture in this room.

Heather, still naked but for her chastity belt, is standing in the middle of the room, hands on her hips. She's really quite an attractive woman, you have to admit, and it turns you on a bit to know you've agreed to surrender to her authority in exchange for a ride home. You've basically sold yourself for the price of an Uber. What is that, twenty bucks? If that?

"What took you so long, Slut?" not waiting for an answer, she continues immediately. "I only have a few hours with you; I do not appreciate being made to wait. Come here." She points to the ground at her feet. "Now."

Feeling slightly anxious, you crawl forward. You find you rather enjoy the way your breasts sway slightly as you crawl, and you put a little sway into your hips, imagining yourself to be a very sexy display. You know Mark is directly behind you; your little show is for his benefit. Without even looking you are positive that his eyes are locked on your wet pussy. You're surprised to realize you can't wait to feel his cock inside you. 'God, what is happening to me?' You reach the place Heather indicated and wait.

Heather turns to retrieve something from a nearby tabletop. From the floor you hadn't been able to see it as you entered. "I was going to put you on a leash, but now I think that's too lenient. Sit up. Hands up." She passes something to Mark, who has also approached.

You obey, feeling a tiny thrill each time you do. It's fun to be a ****.

And then Heather and Mark bring the two halves of the pillory together around your wrists and neck. Sturdy pieces of wood with carefully measured cut-outs come together and they're attached with solid metal clacks and snaps. Oddly enough, the first thing you notice is the craftsmanship of the pillory itself. Beautifully treated, the wood feels cool and smooth against your skin. Not too snug. Almost... comfortable.

"There we go. This looks good on you!" Heather smiles.

Mark is attaching some chains to either end of the rigid restraints and you crane your head to see what's happening. Each end of the pillory has a pair of eye bolts, now each connected to a length of chain. Those four chains are connected to a heavy ring, which hangs from a single chain that runs all the way to the ceiling... and a pulley or something, you realize suddenly, as Heather pulls the whole thing up a little higher, forcing you up onto your knees, your body stretched as tall as you can get without standing.

"Ah! That's too much!" you cry. Mercifully, the whole thing does lower a hair. You are stretched to your limit, the wood forcing your chin uncomfortably high, but you think you can manage. Your entire body is pulled taut, your breasts on full display. With your hands trapped on either side of your head, you suddenly realize just how utterly **** you are, and Heather's wicked smile makes you feel really uneasy. "Ah, um... I'm sorry for making you wait?"

Heather laughs, genuinely amused. "Oh, sweetie. You will be." Her tone turns your blood to fire and ice at the same time. You pull at your restraints but they're solid wood, pulled tight between your body and the ceiling. "Mark, secure her legs."

She holds up a cloth bag for you to see. In large bold letters the bag reads, IN CASE OF BRAT