much fun this week!"

So now I knew what had become of Arnold Klow. And my discovery wasn't going to do either of us a bit of good!

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It was a week later and maybe a thousand miles away. I crawled out of my shipping crate and looked at the straw-covered floor around

me.

"Good Girl!"

The woman facing me was tall, lean and leathery, dressed in westernstyle garb that accentuated her masculinity even more. Her boots rustled

the straw as she strode over to where

I crouced nude before her.

"No talkin' now, " She said with a casual toughness, "Head over there get in Harness.

an'

Never daring to disobey, I minced over to a nearby rail where some sort of clothing was lying. Thankful to be putting on anything after a week of crawling about in nothing but diapers (with an amorous and infantilized male pestering me!) I hurried into the waiting apparel.

The boots came first. They were black leather, high-heeled, and laced clear up my thighs almost to my hips. Once they were tied in place, every step I took was on tiptoe, and they were so stiff and heavy that I could

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barely bend my knees!

Next was the corset, also black leather, also incredibly tight. It nipped in my waist and arched my back so severely that I had to gasp for breath as I stood in it, my bottom jutting nakedly out behind even as my breasts pushed up and out before me brazenly.

The Collar was a high-necked affair with a built-in bridle that fitted neatly into my lipsticked mouth and snapped shut behind my head, leaving two reins trailing across my bare shoulders. Once I had this affair buckled into place, I couldn't move my head up or down or side-to-side. In order to see anywhere but straight in front of me I had to turn my whole leatherclad body, and the tight stiffness of it all made this extremely difficult. Last came the Gloves, which

the Cowgirl helped me put on. They were of leather (naturally!) and laced right up to my armpits, practically immobilizing the entire arm with

their intractibility. And instead

of fingers, they ended in tiny thumbless mittens that rendered my hands tot.:lly useless. I couldn't even get them off without help!

"Twenty minutes," The Cowgirl commented, checking her watch, "Not bad to start, but I'll look to see it cut down some tomorrow. Let's git along now.

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