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foreboding, dangerous, exposing her as it would to the intrigued scrutiny of the outside world.
     
    With a firm push of a knee to her butt, she was propelled outside, unaware that he'd already retrieved the leash from the hook as she focussed on the corridor outside. Startled, she struggled to regain her balance as a fall without hands would’ve hurt more than just her pride.
     
    The turning of the door handle to the next room snapped her head as much as it would go to the right and Katarina flung herself back toward her own room, only to crash against the door as it slammed shut in her face.
     
    Frozen. Not even daring to breath. Katarina pressed herself against her door as a laughing couple spilled out, oblivious in the embrace of fresh love. She could have had three heads but they wouldn’t have noticed her and once they had disappeared around the corner, she gathered herself. She flung her shoulder against the door once, twice but it was more in frustration than hope. There was only one real option and so with tentative steps she set off toward the elevator, gaining speed and momentum despite her enforced gait.
     
    Her first challenge was to press the call button. She tried to tilt forward but the bite of the corset into her ribs was soon too much. Bending her head forward was also soon discounted as the posture collar choked off her efforts.
     
    Torn of yet one more vestige of pride, she carefully knelt on one knee before the button, coat parting to reveal the sheen of her latexed leg and pressed it with her nose to summon the next part of her journey. The mercury of the benwa balls sloshed within her, creating a decidedly unwelcome distraction. The call button glowed red to reward her success and with difficulty she rose back to her feet, leaning into the cold wall, her thigh burning in protest at lifting her.
     
    A resounding 'bong' that she could not hear heralded the arrival of the elevator, the doors sliding back to reveal an empty car, much to her relief. Katarina carefully stepped inside, her heels retorting loudly on the fake marble floor. Moving instinctively to the rear of the car, further away of prying eyes, the lift soon lurched upward. So eager was she to find the car’s corner that she’d forgotten to press the button for the ground floor.
     
    One step forward to correct her oversight was accompanied by a startling tug on her body. Katarina turned this way and that, the very act torturous because of the restrictive combination of corset and collar. The elevator hurried on its assigned upward journey as she twisted to unhook her coat from the handrail, desperate not to have it fall open. She subconsciously sucked on the latex cock in her mouth as a child would a dummy, seeking comfort in a threatening situation. Her reward was again liquid. The texture of the thick, gloopy soup of nutrients and rehydration salts reminded her of boyfriends past. It was so difficult just to do simple things and, caught there, the enormity of the task ahead washed over her.
     
    A second loud 'bong' announced the elevator’s arrival to a new floor to all but her. Katarina froze wide eyed as the doors slid open to allow Mr Average Businessman to enter. The man barely noticed the shrouded woman who could barely breathe. She pressed to the rear of the car as if trying to melt into the wall. He prodded at his smartphone with a studied ferocity, engrossed in it, pausing only to stab a finger on the button for the lobby.
     
    When the elevator arrived, Mr Average Businessman trooped out with a grunted “Good Morning to you, too,” head down, still buried in his phone. A tug, a twist and finally Katarina unhooked her coat from the corner of the handrail, following in his wake, the doors shutting symbolically behind her.
     
    Slowly, she slipped through the lobby, trying to quieten the strike of footfalls she could feel but not hear. She moved with all the grace she could summon, difficult with the dangerous heels and