Fastened apart as they were, my hands were useless to try and employ together. Inside the material that thickly gloved my fingers, I clawed them to try and, somehow, ease my growing feelings of claustrophobia. Even looking down as best I could, I barely saw my hands and could only make out the top curves of the bright, steel cups clamped onto my chest, covering and imprisoning my breasts. Oh, how I wanted to touch and caress them! They throbbed and bounced, inflated with sensitising blood within their prisons, but I could do nothing to get at them! If I tried to bend forward to alleviate the sensations a little, my harness began to slowly choke me until I had to stand upright again.
At last, I shuffled slowly to the stool in front of the computer keyboard and sat. Immediately, I was forci
