Tilly's near miss

Tilly had showered, dried her hair, and even borrow a little makeup from Sam. Then she found her clothes from last night, all clean now, and tried to put them on.

Tried, because her body seemed incapable of putting them on. She sighed. "May I get dressed...Master?"

Taskmaster replied, "No. You wore that last night."

Tilly sighed. She knew she wouldn't be able to wear the clothes she had borrowed from Sam already. That meant she could remain naked...or borrow something else from Sam. She went over to Sam's closet and tried to find something that would fit her. Wow, Sam owned a lot of suits...not really Tilly's style. She had to admit though that Sam looked pretty hot last night. Still she didn't bother trying those on. No way fitted clothes like that would work. Even the stretch shirt and shorts last night had barely made it.

Finally she spotted a sundress. That should work. It would be a little scandalous without a bra, but she could handle that. She grabbed it and was about to try putting it on before she remember, "Er...Master...may I put this dress on?"

"No." It replied.

Tilly fought to hold her anger back, "Why?" She asked, "Master?"

"It is not yours. You do not have permission." It said.

Tilly sighed. She grabbed her phone and sent Sam a text asking to borrow her clothes. While she waited she was stuck, naked. She grabbed the towel she had used earlier and found the Taskmaster didn't care that she wrapped it around her body. She moved to the living room and sat down on the couch with her phone. Might as well look for jobs...

After about 10 minutes of that her eyes were glazed over. She just wasn't in the right state of mind to do this. She closed those tabs and on a whim did a search for local sex shops. She started browsing the online selection of one store and for whatever reason found herself getting more and more turned on. Hadn't she already had enough? No, she decided. She spread the towel are started rubbing her body. She dropped her phone and squeezed her breast with one hand while the other explored between her legs.

She quickly brought herself to the edge, before recalling her inability to orgasm, "Master may I cum?" She yelled.

"No." It replied without explanation.

"Please!" She asked again.

"No." It said again.

"No, I need to, I'm so close..." She said desperately.

Suddenly her hand stopped. She hadn't stopped it, but it stopped nevertheless. She felt her body stand up, completely out of her control now. As a passenger she could only watch threw her own eyes and the Taskmaster took control of her body and stood up. It picked up the towel and walked back to the bathroom. Her body stepped back into the shower and turned it on. Unlike her first shower which had been warm, relaxing, and quite pleasant...this time it was cold, unnerving, and extremely uncomfortable.

By the time she regained control of her body again she was shivering uncontrollably. She turned the water off and stepped out, wrapping the towel around herself. Through chattering teeth she asked Taskmaster, "Master I'm too cold...I need...help..."

Suddenly she felt totally warm. It could do that? "Assistance provided." It said.

She shook her head. That whole episode was totally unnecessary. She sighed and went over to check her phone. Sam had replied at least, 'Of course! Help yourself!'

Great. She found that sundress and slipped it on. It wasn't a terrible fit, but she'd have to remember not to bend forward or she'd given quite a show. She was about to go but she decided to leave Sam a note. She looked around for a pen and paper but quickly gave up. That just didn't feel right. She pulled out her phone to write a message instead. Suddenly she had an idea, and she had no idea where it came from. Still she followed through.

She used her phone's timer to take a selfie of herself in Sam's dress, and added it to her message, Thanks! Borrowed this dress. I can't stay but maybe I could bring the dress back later when you're free?

That done she grabbed her stuff and hurried out. The sex shop was open so she decided to walk there instead of going home. It was about 5 miles away but she hadn't been working out as much lately and thought the Taskmaster would appreciate all the steps she put in. In heels no less.

Eventually she arrived and she started wandering through. She wasn't sure exactly what she was here to buy. It had to be something new to her, and she had to be curious. She wandered absent mindedly for a bit, waiting for something to jump out at her. Suddenly she stopped, staring at a mannequin.

You might expect a mannequin to be wearing lingerie or something like that. Instead this mannequin was wearing a latex straightjacket, one that had no material across the chest. If she had been real, her boobs would have been on fully display.

"Amazing isn't it?" A voice beside her said.

Tilly jumped and turned, it was a woman around her age, "Oh. Uh ya."

"It's on sale right now. Only $450 plus tax." She said.

Tilly gulped. That was a lot of money. She technically had it, right now. But she wwas still unemployed. It wasn't a good financial decision. She had to admit it was new, and she was curious. Would the app except it if she found a cheap dildo instead?

"You know what...I'll take it." Tilly said.

"Wonderful!" The saleswoman said, "YOu know...you really should try it on first. Make sure it fits."

Tilly nodded, "Oh...ya...ok."

"Let me show you to the fitting room. You get started and call me when you are ready, and I'll come do the locks."

Before she knew it she was standing in the fitting room, a mass of latex in her hands. Wait. She had no bra and this wouldn't cover her chest, "Uh do you have a bra or something?" She called through the curtain.

"No. Don't worry, just us girls here." The saleswoman said.

Tilly sighed. Of course. As she hesitated she felt the Taskmaster watching her. It didn't have eyes or anything, but she just knew it was there, waiting to intervene. Reluctantly she pulled off her dress and hung it on the hook. The jacket wasn't easy to get into, but eventually she had it around her body, it's long sleeves dragging down. "Ready." She called.

The saleswoman entered and set to work. In a few short minutes Tilly found her arms crossed under her chest, totally immobile. "Perfect. Now you just..." There was a loud ding, ding ding ding...someone was ringing a bell, "Sorry. I have to get that. I'll be right back." She said. Then she left and Tilly stood there dumbly, totally helpless.

She waited a minute. Then two. Then 10. She struggled quite a bit, but she was well and truly stuck. "Hello?" She called out. No response. With a sigh she stepped through the curtain and into the shop. She looked around, there was no sign of anyone else. "Hello?" She called louder.

Extremely self conscious of her boobs bouncing everywhere, she shuffled forward looking for the salesperson. There was no sign of her, she was totally alone. Not willing to step outside, Tilly decided to enter the back area. A door with an employees only sign was slightly ajar and she was able to push it open without the use of her hands.

The back room was crowded. Boxes everywhere. "Hello?" She cried out again. This time she heard a response. A very, very weak noise. She called out again and tried following the response, stepping over boxes. She turned a corner, "Oh my God!" She rushed forward, forgetting her own predicament and accidently tripping. She landed hard on her knees, directly in front of the saleswoman. She was lying on the ground, a large, heavy box, lying on top of her. "What happened?" She said. She tried to use her shoulder to push the box, but she couldn't.

"Help." The woman said weakly.

Tilly looked around. They were alone. She got up and ran to the front desk and found a landline. She knocked the phone off and tried to dial 9-1-1 with her tongue. Somehow, it worked. A short conversation later and help was on the way. She looked at the front door. Should she do more? Should she tried to kick the door until a bystander noticed? Luckily she didn't have to. A police officer had been very close and quickly entered. He was a little shocked by her appearance, but he remained professional.

He was able to lift the box trapping the woman, but he left her until the paramedics arrived. He also freed Tilly, and she was able to dress before the paramedics arrived. She stayed, holding the woman's hand as the waited. It was strange. She was a strange but Tilly felt so bad about it. That poor woman. It turns out the bell ringing was someone returning something. She'd taken the return and tried to put it away, but tripped and knocked a shelf, causing the heavy box to fall on her. Tilly didn't know why, but for whatever reason she decided to give the woman her number. In case she wanted to talk. She borrow the woman's phone to enter her own contact info, then put it back in her pocket.

The paramedics did eventually come, and Tilly eventually left the store. Unfortunately without having made a purchase. It was already almost noon and she'd made no progress towards any of her goals. She was also still 3 miles from home. With a sigh, she set off.