Bared by the Billionaire by Kallista Dane Page B

a great deal of time together in here. Take a few moments. Look around.”
    She turned slowly, trying to take it all in. The lab took up one entire end of the building. Bright lights in the ceiling illuminated every corner of the room. There were no windows. One wall was covered with a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror. The other walls were lined with shelves and storage cabinets. Several closed doors in between led off to who knew where. Her imagination ran wild when she saw a metal table like the one in her doctor’s office in a corner of the room, surrounded by machines that beeped and whirred occasionally.
    Here and there, countertops and desks were covered with devices she didn’t recognize, along with dozens of computer screens. In one corner, a cozy sitting area held a sofa and two armless upholstered chairs. On the other side of the room, a padded steel bench about eighteen inches wide and three feet tall stood in front of the mirrored wall, with another mechanical contraption at one end of it.
     
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    Harmon watched her take it all in, saw her eyes widen when she saw the straps attached to the four legs of the padded bench. He knew she’d be picturing herself stretched across it, arms and legs restrained. Next she’d start wondering what the machine at the end of the bench did.
    “I’m going to test your responsiveness to various stimuli tonight,” he said. “Every sub has certain triggers, things he or she responds to more strongly than others. You may not even know what all of yours are. But by the time your six months are up, you’ll know them all—and so will I. Will it be bondage, humiliation, forced exhibitionism during self-stimulation, medical play?”
    He saw her hands clench at his words and wondered which hot button he’d just pushed. “I’m going to fit you with a headpiece. It contains sensors that will allow me to map the pleasure centers of your brain. Wearing it won’t hurt… although I can’t say the same for what you’ll be made to do while you have it on.”
    He led her to the center of the room and slipped a narrow band on her, stretching it across her forehead and over her temples and fastening behind her head. He pulled a chair up to a computer screen with his back to the mirrored wall, ready to observe everything she did, and had her face him, so she could see herself in the mirror. The screen in front of him lit up, reflected by the mirrored wall.
    “Pull up your dress from behind with both hands and turn around slowly, so I can see your ass.”
    She flushed and did as she was told. He glanced at the monitor, noting the sudden spike. Instant reaction to shame and embarrassment. Soon he’d have her fitted for the pussy gear, so he could track the exact moment she started getting wet.
    “Now face me again and take off the dress, then step out of the slip.”
    The line on the monitor climbed higher. She slid the dress over her head and let the slip fall to the floor. Now she was standing in front of him clad only in her underwear. Her nipples protruded from the cutout holes in the bra. He came toward her and tweaked them until they stood out, hard and tight. Then he clamped temporary rings to them, the ones without shock sensors. She gasped at the sudden pain, but didn’t move.
    Harmon walked over to the sofa and sat down. “Take off the rest of your clothes.”
    Her cheeks flushed but she did as she was told, trembling a little, eyes downcast the entire time. She dropped the bra and her hands moved to the nipple rings. “Not those,” he said. He saw the look of dismay on her face, but she never protested. She bent forward to unhook the garters. Slipping off her shoes and balancing on one foot, then the other, she peeled the stockings off. Finally she reached behind her and unhooked the lace garter belt, letting it fall to the floor. He let her stand there for a moment under the bright lights of the lab, naked, and just stared. Her body was beautiful. Full, lush breasts,