"I still think it's unfair- I haven't gotten off all day," complained Jason. The three of them were walking down the hall toward the elevators.

"Oh I don't know," retorted Mandy, as the elevator- lift' she reminded herself- arrived, "you seemed to be enjoying yourself."

"You know what I mean," Jason answered, "I'm still." He paused as an elderly couple in fancy clothes passed them. He didn't think they were likely to approve of the topic at hand. He wondered what they thought of all the wild-looking members of the Skin Two convention.

".horny," he finished, as the elevator arrived. It was empty.

"It goes without saying," Mandy replied, "you're a male, you suffer from testosterone poisoning. Tuck your collar in," she added.

Flora had put her purple rubber miniskirt back on, along with the strappy pumps, but Mandy had insisted that Jason didn't look submissive enough for her tastes. To his relief, she hadn't made him change into anything TOO embarrassing, although he now sported a boned leather posture collar, festooned with d-rings. He fingered the straps to see what Mandy was talking about, and found one that had not been buckled properly. He tucked it in. The elevator doors opened, and a fascinating sight greeted them. The lobby was full of leather and rubber-clad people, of all shapes, sizes, and descriptions. Apparently, quite a few convention members had shown up while they were upstairs. The range of clothing and gear was amazing, too. A few wore nothing more outre than a leather motorcycle jacket with jeans, while others were decked out in full fetish regalia.

Jason noted one woman in particular who was negotiating the busy lobby carefully on a pair of unlikely-looking platform pumps whose skyscraper stiletto heels must have been fully twelve inches tall. With her upper torso and arms tightly encased in a laced patent leather body binder, she was lucky to have the support of her female escort who stood beside her and held one protective arm around her waist.

"Good grief!" exclaimed Flora, "if this is any sign, this'll be twice the size of last years con'."

"That's because they didn't advertise last year, remember?" answered Mandy. "It was invitation only."

Jason looked startled. "You mean you guys have been to one of these before? Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't ask," retorted Flora. Mandy just grinned at him. They pressed through the crowds lining up in front of the registration desk, grateful that they had been registered since yesterday. A sign at the doors into the event area pointed the way toward the dealers room, and they moved in that direction as best they could through the press of bodies. Jason was amazed and delighted to be surrounded by what seemed like hundreds of people, all with an apparent interest in bondage, discipline, and various fetishes.

Eventually, they arrived at the dealers room, where a leather-uniformed police officer checked their convention name-badges, to verify that they weren't just curiosity seekers off the street. At closer range, it became obvious that while said officer looked tall and imposing in his black leather state-trooper uniform, he bore no badge, his shoulder insignia were actually membership patches for the National Leather Association of America, and his prominent belly was almost certainly non-regulation. After checking their badges, he tipped his hat to the ladies, and stepped out of the way.

The inside of the dealers room was positively wedged with bodies- bodies of every conceivable shape, sex, and size, covered (more or less) in every conceivable fetishey material, and some that had certainly never occurred to Jason. The first table on their right, just inside the door, was covered in pamphlets and tended by a serious-looking young man dressed in spandex. Mandy took a pamphlet absent-mindedly, while Flora and Jason ogled the sights. Mandy appeared to be searching the room for something.

"Well, I'm not going to just stand here," declared Flora, "Come on!" This last directed at Jason. Jason followed, calling over his shoulder to Mandy, "Meet you back here in an hour?" while Flora tugged his hand.

In short order, both Flora and Jason were in seventh heaven. The merchandise on display was the best bondage and discipline equipment, fetish and bondage-oriented clothing and accessories that England and Europe had to offer. Every table and booth was chock full of the most ornate and finely-crafted items, made from polished wood, stainless steel, leather, and rubber, and not a few substances Jason was hard-put to identify.

The two of them stared, fascinated, as a young couple representing Talley Girl Products, demonstrated their wares, which appeared to be primarily elaborate and expensive chastity devices. The woman, who possessed an incredibly small and obviously corseted waist, had a male model to demonstrate on, while her male partner manipulated the equipment on a woman. The two models were in no position to complain, as their forearms were strapped behind them to the display framework, and their heads were totally enclosed in tightly laced black leather discipline helmets. Jason realized now why the event was restricted to adults, as the man dropped the skirt from his models waist, leaving her bare. He held up a complex-looking device, made from shiny black rubber and polished stainless steel, in front of his audience.

"Now these pants," the man was saying, "are quite a bit more expensive, but they offer several more rather nice features." He held them open for all to see. "You see, there is the same silicone rubber dildo in the front, which is removable and washable, and comes in a variety of sizes and shapes. This dildo can of course, be interchanged with vibrating or inflatable versions as well. The rear is where it gets interesting, however."

From his accent, Jason guessed the man was from Germany, although he spoke the Queen's English as if he were born with it. He took a card from the table, as the man continued.

"This device is a short, five-sided anal speculum, built into the seat. When the pants are being worn, one simply twists the two rings with these two tools. Once expanded, there is sufficient friction built in that the rings cannot be turned without the leverage of the tools, making it quite impossible for the slave to remove." Jason watched with rapt attention, as the gadget opened, like the strangely curved petals of some alien metal flower.

"Note," continued the man, "that since the rings have wide openings, the slave is free to ahh, eliminate through the device, while enjoying the sensation of having their ass filled and stretched wide." He twisted the tools, and the speculum closed again. When closed, it had the appearance and shape of a rounded dildo. "This device is custom made in our shop, and since it has six curved sections, with softly rounded edges, it will never pinch or abrade your slaves rear end. Also notice that the front and rear accessories are joined by an external strap of stainless steel, stiffening the crotch between them. The reason for this will become apparent in a moment. There are one or two more features, but I think it best if I simply demonstrate."

He stepped back to his model, and lifting each foot in turn, pulled the shorts onto her.

"In the interest of entertainment value," he went on, "I think I'll swap this for the inflatable version." He unscrewed the dildo and replaced it with another, nearly identical-looking one, having a short valve stem, which protruded from the threaded fitting in the front of the crotch.

"A little lube front and rear," added the demonstrator, "and she's ready." He pulled up the shorts, while easing the steel speculum into her rear, and the dildo into her front opening. Jason thought he saw a perceptible shudder run through the model, as the cold steel entered her.

"Now I just turn the rings," the man said, "and she'll find her ass distractingly full. You need to practice with this, so that you know just how big it becomes when the rings are turned a given amount. Let's fill up her front now, shall we?"

He attached a bulb inflator to the fitting in front, and after several squeezes, managed to evoke a certain amount of wiggling and swaying in his captive manikin.

"Now. remember that steel reinforcement in the crotch? That simple addition now prevents her from expelling the front plug, since it is leveraged against the speculum in her ass. The drainage holes in front, and wide open rear make it possible to wear this little wonder for literally days at a time, although we don't recommend it for more than twenty-four hours. Now then, while it is secure, and can't be removed, it might still be possible for busy little fingers to relieve their owner, thus the steel straps around the thighs and waist. Once locked with a few small luggage padlocks, there'll be no relief from that direction. That leaves one problem area, massaging through the thick rubber itself."