You strip, then spread and secure your legs and then your hands

The strange chair you're sitting in is a little like a gynecologist's, you realize. Glancing over at the hunky proprietor your eyes rest on his solid buttocks, and you almost instinctively slipped off your thong before slipping your feet into the stirrups, cranking them wide before fastening both feeth with the velcro.

Next you lean back, firmly restraining one hand. Unfortunately, restraining the other, especially before he turns, is a bit more difficult. You almost get a cramp in your forearm as you twist your hand around to try and secure the velcro as tight as you can. In the end it's not all that tight, but you won't be getting your hand out easily. Besides, it's the appearance that matters.

"Hey, you never told me your name. I'm Joy," you say.

"Oh, I'm Joe," he says, turns, and nearly drops the pan as he sees your naked body restrained on the chair.

"Ready to go, Joe!" you say with a brilliant smile. For a long time he just gapes at you, drinking in what you know to be a beautiful body. You arch you back a bit to make your breasts stand out more and wink.

"So, are we going to get it on?" you ask innocently.