‘For now,’ he said, and grinned at her. The desire to touch her grew as he watched her eyes flit over the pages, getting lost again in the erotic ...scene set by the author. His eyes trailed down over her back to the hem of the camisole, and the strip of pale skin between the shiny black fabric of her clothes. Reaching out, he lightly ran his fingertips over the skin. She jumped and squirmed a little under his touch but didn’t tell him to stop, or even pull her attention from the book. His fingers. It was lowered further still. “Squat,” she said, “and void it out of you quite.I found it surprisingly easy to do so, into the large pan Elsie placed between my legs for the purpose. The corset so held me in its iron grip that I felt no control over my lower person at all. No sooner had I squatted slightly than of its own volition I felt the hellish pear sliding out of me; it fell with a loud clang into the pan- which seemed much to amuse the maid-and then I was gasping hectically,. The balance and responsiveness were identical, and still left me thrilled at my abilities with the exoskeleton turned on.After smashing stuff up for a while and doing my gymnast impression again, we cleaned up the area and headed home. I had a couple of new tricks filed away, including one that Bud had actually cheered about. I'd made myself some of my deadly little Frisbee weapons, and I figured out how to attach them to the outside of the suit so that I could 'pop' them off for use later. Some video!I checked quickly, relieved that she had not logged into our home network. I knew the principals of this piece of performance art. They were my darling wife and myself.I thought I had struck a clever balance of honesty and dissembling, when I had labeled the dvd as “dad’s birthday”. Well, it appeared that I was not the only one to crack that particular code. It was paused, but I remembered that weekend well. Very well.The scene at hand, featured my Darling Wife, entirely naked, tied.