Bondage gear

A bright idea hits you, and you depart for a little while, leaving the knight naked and frozen in time. You’ll be back in a split second. Earlier today you saw a lovely niche store in a side street, and you dash over there to acquire the perfect outfit for this noble lass. There are buckles, there’s leather, there are metal studs, one might practically mistake it for armor! Well... apart from the fact it covers far less skin, but that’s secondary, right?

You finish strapping her in, return to your previous position, and snap your fingers to allow time to resume. The woman finds herself tightly bound in leather straps, precariously maintaining her balance as her bound ankles prevent her from movement other than tiptoeing. Most of her bare body is exposed through the harness, but her wrists are cuffed to her thighs, preventing her from covering herself. A cry of shock and horror tries to escape her lips, but comes out as no more than a muffle against the ballgag placed in her mouth!

“I think this is a vast improvement, don’t you?” You grin. She strains against the harness, unable to break free. Her eyes flit about looking for some way to escape, or just to see if any other onlookers are witness to her shame, as her face turns red.

With no other recourse, she turns around to tiptoe away from you as fast as she can, off the plaza.