Time to get dressed!

After a leisurely breakfast in which he tried not to think to much about the coming day, John hopped on the bus down to the city hall.

Stepping off the bus at the city hall, he was surprised to note that there were hardly any people around. He figured there were still a few hours before the ceremony began, but somehow he had assumed there would be people showing up early for such a significant event in Anna's life. Not that he was eager to be seen by other guests any more than he had to. Shrugging, John glanced around before noticing a white sign with black letters outside one of the side entrances that read "Preparation Room For Anna Smith's Ceremony." Shrugging, he started walking over towards the sign.

John was startled by a vigorous slap on the back. He turned, and saw Anna wearing her usual t-shirt and jeans, as well as a couple of large bags slung over one shoulder. She was clearly excited for her big day.

"Somehow I thought you'd show up all dressed in your costume," John remarked, remembering the photo.

"When you're still in your regular clothes? Don't be silly!" Anna retorted. "Come, let's go get changed! You did remember to have breakfast right?"

"Yeah, of course."

In fact, John had spent a bit of time researching what to eat before subbing at a ceremony, and settled on a light but protein-heavy breakfast.

Entering the side room of the public building, John was surprised to see that it was basically an ordinary meeting room with a curtain drawn down the middle.

Tossing him one of the two bags, Anna instructed him, "Take off everything you're wearing and change into the clothes in the bag."

Without waiting for a reply, she disappeared behind the curtain with the other bag.

John took a brief look at the slightly heavy grey tote bag made oddly lumpy by its contents, then set it down on the floor beside him. He doubted looking at the contents first would do anything for his motivation to get changed. Taking a deep breath, he quickly slipped out of his clothes, laying them into a pile next to the bag. Clad in only his briefs, he paused for a long moment, before adding them to the pile. The busied way that Anna had passed him the bag and gone immediately to change didn't suggest she would be pleased if he took longer to change than she did.

Now fully naked, he opened the bag, reaching inside with both hands to extract the contents. He was confused to find two large rigid objects, which he pulled out to better inspect. They were almost like ski boots, except that the bottoms were the same as for regular shoes, there were some kind of ridges inset into the ankles, and there were little rings protruding from the backs. Satisfied with his inspection, John reflected that he had worn ski boots before, but never nude.

Somehow, he suspected that once he put the boots on, it would be quite some time before he got a chance to take them off again. Still, Anna had upheld her half of the bargain, and John had signed a contract to sub in her ceremony in return. Sitting down on the floor of the room, he slid on the left boot then the right, and was just finishing strapping himself in, his legs bent crooked in front of him when Anna strode in through the curtain. He startled, reflexively moving his hands to cover his crotch.

She looked even more magnificent in person than in the photo, her thighs shining out against the black leather of her boots and bikini bottom, and the tops of her breasts, thrust out by the black leather corset, shifted ever so slightly as she walked. She still wore a bag slung over one now exposed shoulder, and she now carried a shiny chrome sphere in each hand. Squatting down in front of John, she lifted each of his feet in turn, clipping the spheres onto his boots. Anna then stood up and stepped aside to give John a better look at her handiwork.

Where previously John had simply been wearing clunky boots, it now looked as though his feet had been replaced by shiny spheres. Indeed, while the ridges on the boots had only been partway up the ankle, he could no longer make out the tops of the boots. Either the spheres had fittings lower down inside, or the tops of the boots had somehow been folded down into the spheres.

While John was mesmerized by his chrome, spherical feet, Anna had moved behind him.

"Place your arms behind your back, palms together."

Still in a bit of a trance-like state from seeing his feet be replaced by chrome spheres, John complied absentmindedly. He felt a sleeve being slid over his arms and then slowly tightened. A moment later, he heard another click, which could only be a lock fixing the sleeve in place. Alarmed, he wiggled his arms behind him, finding that the fabric holding them together couldn't be slid at all, and it took a significant effort to pull his hands a mere centimeter apart.

"That won't do at all," his mistress remarked. She fiddled with his sleeve again for a moment, and he now found that he couldn't separate his arms at all.

Anna swiftly snuck a hand around John's body to grip his now erect penis.

"I'm glad you're excited for the ceremony too! There's just one thing we're missing. Open wide for me!"

John had a pretty good idea what would happen when he opened his mouth, but he wasn't exactly in a position to argue. He opened his mouth and allowed the inevitable ballgag to be fitted in. It hardly strained his mouth at all to hold it in.