He then had the nude stand like a deferential geisha, as if just having bowed to her customers. Yes, he thought she looked enough like one of the hostesses to please any but the purist. They wouldn’t like that he had used a dye, but he had to, for what he had in mind for her. And what he had in mind was a parody of those fantasies, anyway. But it was sure to stir the imaginations of certain others.
It had taken them most of the night set up and test the equipment. But now he was ready to make her a life-size marionette. First came the corset that was the harness that could support her whole weight. He hid this under a modified obi, just to stay with the theme he had. Then came the tan cuffs that were nearly the color of her wrists, upper arms, thighs and ankles. They were important features, as they were where the “strings” that would make the puppet girl move were attached. He toyed briefly with nipple clamps with rings for further animation, but knew the effect would be spoiled by what the electrodes he had long since implanted under her flawless skin.
The preliminaries done, he had her step onto her “puppet stage”. It was a motorized platform a yard in circumference, with a matching motorized ceiling above supported by pillars in eight directions. As he attached the nearly invisible support wires to the corset under the ornate obi, he had her clip the wires from the pillars to her cuffs, until each was connected to the system of movable pulleys that were controlled by the platform and the system controlled by the ceiling motor. If one looked closely, she looked like as if she were caught in a giant spider’s web. But this “fly” would be continuously “struggling”.
He had wondered in out of curiosity, or so he told himself. But his attention was immediately captured by the naked, sweat-shiny “geisha doll” being forced to do a vigorous martial arts exercise routine. The kata lacked the essential smoothness, but he found her jerky, jiggle inducing motions more appealing. His appreciative eye saw that her breasts and buttocks were twitching even more than could be accounted for by the way the large machine pulled at her limbs. They were bouncing independently; he had no idea the muscles beneath were being minutely zapped by the electrode implants, nor did he care. Only one idea remained in the forefront of his mind, and it drew him as if by animal magnetism. Walking up to the nude “android”, his hand was about to reach out...when someone spoke to him.
“The TPEM 3003 is an expensive piece of exercise equipment,” the storekeeper said. “But it will ensure that your mate is kept in just the condition you desire, even if she is confined indoors for a long time. Of course, you could also use it to “motivate” yourself into keeping in shape.” He pressed a button, and had the machine yank the display piece's thighs up, suspending her in a spread eagle variation. “As you can see, it also has other uses. Someone could practically live in it. It’s specifically designed for connoisseurs who prefer their subs to be a little less...willing.”
Fri Aug 05 16:31:42 2005