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are bleeding inside your
bra?”
    “No. It won’t be gross when you take it off.
Thumbtacks aren’t that sharp. They just press hard little points
against me. When I move, the points rub against my skin, irritating
it and making me a little bit raw where they're digging in. The
longer I wear this thing and the more I move, the more it hurts.
Right now it hurts every time I breathe. It even hurts to talk to
you. That's why you have to unlock it now.”
    “How many tacks are glued inside it?” Rob
stepped around and leaned close to examine the cups. Now that she
mentioned the tacks, he could see little bumps where the heads were
pressing against the leather on the inside. There were bumps all
over the surface.
    “I don’t know. Lots. They’re all over, glued
as close together as possible. There must be a hundred of
them.”
    “That must hurt a lot,” he commented.
    “It sure as hell does. Especially on the
bottom of the cups where the full weight of my breasts are
supported by them. And around the nipples, of course. Nipples are
sensitive and the points are positioned so that they stick right
into them. Please unlock it now.”
    “Soon. I promise. But first, I need to know a
few things. How long have you been wearing it?”
    “Since I got dressed this morning. About six
hours. I can’t stand to have it on any longer.”
    “Sure you can. If you’ve been wearing it for
six hours then a few more minutes won’t make much difference.”
    “It makes a difference. Believe me. Right now
every minute makes a difference.”
    “Who locked it on you?” He had to know if he
would make anyone angry by releasing her.
    “Me. I put it on myself.”
    “You put it on yourself?” Rob couldn’t
believe what she said.
    “Yes. That’s what I said. I put it on myself.
It’s not easy to reach the lock but I can manage to fit it together
and spin the dials if I stretch.”
    “Who made you do that?”
    “Nobody made me do it. I did it to
myself.”
    “Why?”
    “To punish myself. It’s a punishment bra. The
only reason that any woman would put a thing like this on herself
would be to punish herself. And now I’ve been punished enough so I
need someone to take it off.”
    “Why did you pick me to take it off?”
    “Why not you? I just walked around until I
saw someone in an office who looked like he would be nice and
helpful. That’s you. Your building is at the edge of the campus, so
I didn’t have to walk so far.” The woman looked over her shoulder
at Rob. “Are you going to unlock it?”
    “Do you work at the university?”
    “No. I work in an office tower a couple of
blocks from here. I put in some overtime today because I can dress
like this instead of wearing my usual business suit.”
    “Why didn’t you ask someone where you work to
unlock you?”
    “I’m not going to let anyone that I work with
know that I’d wear a thing like this.” She looked at him like he
was an idiot. “Unlock it now, please. Five eight six nine.”
    “In a minute. Just be patient. I’ve got to do
something first and then I’ll be right with you.” The first step in
solving a problem is to gather information. The second step is to
consult an expert. He sat at his computer and began typing
furiously. That’s where I come in to the picture. He opened a chat
connection to me and typed a quick description of what had
transpired. I couldn’t believe what I was reading. A woman had come
into Rob’s office wearing a tack-lined punishment bra? She claimed
to have locked it onto herself? And she had chosen Rob to unlock it
for her? Was she insane? At first I thought that Rob was telling me
some fantasy that he was having, but he assured me that it was
really happening and he needed advice.
    I typed back, “Don’t do anything hasty.
There’re a lot of possibilities here. Ask her what she did that to
deserve to be punished.”
    A minute later, he typed back, “She won’t
tell me. She said that if I don’t unlock her right