Home for the night

With new toys acquired for later fun, the dove's mission was complete. All that was left was to head home. The catsuit walked Sarah around the shop for a few minutes. Each time it switched up it's walk. One with short steps that made the heeled boots clack. The next with long struts to show off the skin tight material. Eventually it settled on a strut that crisscrossed Sarah's feet with every step, rolling her hips enticingly to any lucky viewer behind her. With that decided the trapped woman was carried out the door and through the streets of the city.

The phallic treat in Sarah's mouth made sure she kept quiet during her jaunt. She was still less than pleased over her current situation, her exaggerated strut made sure she was getting many glances from both genders alike. The skin tight latex on her ass some how grew even tighter and wedged itself between her cheeks. "At this point I may as well be walking without the pants at all!" She thought. However her legs were still being **** to walk. She tried to tense her thigh and calf muscles. Hoping to offer up some kind of resistance to the spell but it was futile. To the outside world nothing out of the ordinary was happening aside from a women in near dominatrix clothing walking down the sidewalk. The bracelets swung her arms just a little to appear natural with the bags in hand.

It suddenly dawned on her that she still had control of her fingers! Putting up even a little bit of a fight would be more than enough to make this event more tolerable. Relaxing her fingers she felt a bag slip and drop to the ground. Her pants stopped in their tracks. Smirking slightly over her minor victory Sarah glanced down at her outfit smugly. Her punishment was to bend down sexily with her ass sticking out to pick up the dropped bag. Just as her hand was brought close enough to be hidden by the bags handles they wrapped themselves around her fingers and **** them to close. With her belongings firmly in hand the suit resumed it's sensual stroll back to the apartment.

Arriving home the bags released themselves from her fingers and floated off to rest on the couch. The apartment was neat and tidy now, with not a clue towards the enchanted clothes residing in her closet and dresser. Sarah was exhausted by now. A long day of work followed by being practically enslaved to her clothes by a papier-mâché bird was more than enough for her to want to collapse in bed. The catsuit sensed it's new toys exhaustion. Sarah watcher her arm rise under the whim of the catsuit and flick her wrist towards herself. A pair of loose gray yoga pants and a t-shirt flew out of a drawer and hovered in front of her.

A tired Sarah gave little struggle as the clothes passed her from one set to another. The draw strings tied themselves comfortably and the shirt held her upper body, adding extra support for her breasts. The leggings gently walked her to the couch and sat her down. She was still stiff and cautious of the enchantment. Invisible hands began to firmly massage her shoulder's at that moment and Sarah couldn't help but melt into them. It felt heavenly to have her tense muscles worked over. More sets of hands appeared over her body. A set on her back, calves, thigh's and even her ass. She jumped a little at the feeling of her ass cheeks being worked but settled back down as the message remained just that, a massage. Her computer booted up and what she was watching before began to play.

Thirty minutes later when the show ended Sarah was nodding off. She wanted to go to bed but didn't want to startle the now gentle cloth. SO with a deep breathe she asked "Could you. . . bring me to bed please?" With no hesitation her outfit slowly and gently lifted her off the couch while keeping the massage going. It supported her bodyweight completely and her yoga pants gently coaxed her legs into walking. When she made it to her bedroom she found it looked exactly the way it normally would. Like nothing had happened at all before she was taken out. After being laid down in her bed the massage softened to gentle rubbing. The lights outside her room flicked off and her computer turned off. Closing her eyes she allowed the darkness to consume her and she drifted off into a deep sleep.

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