Tilly get interviewed

"Hmm...it's missing something." Sam said, examining Tilly.

"Really? I can barely move!" Tilly complained. They were in Sam's apartment getting ready for her meeting with Lydia. At Sam's insistence she was wearing the hobble skirt from Emi's shop. It just looked like an ordinary pencil skirt after all, but inside it essentially glued her legs together forcing her to take tiny little steps. Besides that Sam had given her a white shirt without a bra which left little to the imagination and a black choker. "And why can't I wear a bra? Do you really want her ogling your girlfriend?"

"That's what the choker's for, it says your mine." Sam joked.

"But...I think I know what you need. One minute," She went into a drawer and came back holding a pair of handcuffs, "These would be perfect."

"What? Do you really want me walking around your gallery in bondage? What will your clients think?"

"Um, that a really hot kinky chick likes my art?" Sam said with a smirk, "I won't **** you, but you are being interviewed about your love of bondage after all."

Tilly folded her arms under her chest, "I don't have a love of bondage."

Sam raised an eyebrow, "Really? Then tell me no as I put these on." Sam grabbed one of Tilly's wrists and pulled it towards her. She slowly brought one cuff up to it and closed it partially around. She waited, 5, 10, 15 seconds. Tilly said nothing. Sam closed it, locking it on her wrist. Then she grabbed Tilly's other hand, "Last chance..."

"Sam I..." Tilly said, she knew Taskmaster would be angry if she lied. Was it a lie though? She wasn't so sure herself, "Fine. Just do it." Sam giggled and locked the other one on.

"Now I said I wouldn't put them on if you objected, but now they they are on..." She lifted up the key and made a show of closing her fist around it, "I'm not letting you out until I'm satisfied."

Tilly smiled, but then frowned, "You really don't think it's weird to show up to the interview like this? I don't want to scare her off."

"Tilly. You think this is a reward from the app, a networking connection for your top choice, right? It has to be, too much of a coincidence otherwise. She's obviously into this. No offence, but you can't impress her with your own research, only your enthusiasm. If you want a chance to go to Stanford, you gotta take it."

"But..." Tilly hesitated, she'd avoided bringing it up, and Sam had danced around it too so far, "Stanford is on the other side of the country. If I go there..."

Sam didn't hesitate, "We'll figure it out. I'm not letting you get away that easily, but I'm also not going to let you give up on your dream. Can you believe there's art galleries on the West Coast too?" She stuck out her tongue, "But seriously. Go all in. Don't worry about me. I love you."

"I love you too."

Sam spun her around and smacked her ass, "Now go get her!"

Sam actually went with her to help her down the stairs, not the easiest thing to do in heels and a hobble skirt. Then she had to go greet some potential clients, and left Tilly to wait for Lydia. Lydia was right on time and spotted Tilly straight away. She marched over to greet her, "Hi. So nice to see you again, love the outfit."

Tilly blush, "Thanks, I love yours too." Lydia had changed out of her more professional attire she'd been wearing earlier and had on an elegant floor length skirt and a loose fitted top. She was also carrying a rather large leather bag, it looked heavy.

"Oh, want to see the best part?" Lydia asked. Without waiting for a reply she pulled her top up enough to expose her bellybutton...and a shiny band of metal running around her waist.

"Is that..."

"Yes dear, a chastity belt. I told my husband I was going to meet a gorgeous young woman and he said I'd better lock my pussy away to take away the temptation. He'll send me the code to unlock it before I have to board the plane, trust me the TSA doesn't just take your word for it."

"Right..." Tilly said, feeling embarrassed to know that about Lydia, "Of course."

"Shall we begin? This gallery is lovely, but I sense you might be more comfortable speaking less publicly. You said there was a room we could use?"

"Ah, yes. Right this way." Tilly led her to one of the side rooms and the two of them sat down. Lydia opened up her bag and pulled out a clipboard. She started asking Tilly questions from a standard form, that took about 20 minutes. Then she set that aside and went off book, asking more personal questions about Tilly's history experimenting with bondage, with boys and girls. She got rather in depth, but Tilly had promised Sam she'd be open and honest and so she did her best.

Then Lydia reached into her bag again and started pulling things out. There were several types of gags, a large bundle or rope, some cuffs and a heavy duty chastity belt. Lydia started asking her about her experience with each of them, and her willingness to try them. After a while she smiled, "Thank you Tilly. You've been very helpful. So tell me, is working at that store your dream? Do you have any plans for the future?"

"Actually...no. I just needed a job. I...I was kind of burnt out and depressed after finishing my undergrad and I've been a little lost to be honest. I've only recently been able to refocus myself and set a goal. I really want to go back to school, get my PhD in psychology."

"Really? Have you considered Stanford? Not a bad school you know."

Tilly blushed, "Actually, yes. I'd love to go there."

Lydia tapped her fingers on the table, "I don't know anything about your academics...but your willingness to try new things makes me think you'd be a great addition to my team," She stood up, and reached into her bag a final time. She pulled out a card and put it on the table in front of her, "That's my info. If you want to go to Stanford, I think I can help you. I have a few conditions though."

Tilly nodded eagerly, "Yes, of course. That would be amazing. Anything."

Lydia smiled, "Don't say anything dear...I'm going to leave this equipment with you. A gift. You will write to me about your experiences using them. I want you to try keeping each item on as long as possible. I don't mean hours, I mean days, weeks...months?" She raised her eyebrows, "Don't hurt yourself though. I look forward to hearing from you." She winked and left the room before Tilly could reply. Tilly looked at the items on the table, she picked up one of the gags. She'd never seen one like this before. There was no strap to go around her head, instead it just had a ratchet on the side. It would open and two pieces of metal would **** her mouth open, but it wouldn't close until you activated the mechanism on the side. Curious she put it in and slowly **** her own mouth open.

It was weird, she licked the metal with her tongue. She tried making some noises, but it was very difficult to form words. She looked down at the table, there were more cuffs and chains. She put some on her ankles, chained them together, then attached the handcuffs to the ankle cuffs with another chain. Of course she did that sitting down. When she tried to stand up she realized it wasn't long enough and she was **** to hunch over. She looked for the key, but she didn't see it anyway. She didn't see any keys on the table. Alarmed she started to panic. She sent Sam a text, but Sam didn't reply right away. In desperation she managed to leave the room and start hobbling around the gallery looking for her.

"There you are," Sam said from behind her. Tilly turned around to see Sam smirking and holding up a keyring, "Were you looking for these? Lydia gave them to me on her way out. Except she told me she didn't tie you up. So you did this to yourself?"

Sam nodded slowly.

"Well...I don't think you can say you don't love bondage anymore, can you?"

Sam shook her head and tried to say please let me out. Of course it just came out as gibberish while letting drool fall everywhere.

Sam approached and leaned it to kiss Tilly's earlobe, "I think you'll have to be punished, don't you?" She moved and nibbled on Tilly's ear.

Tilly felt her pussy on fire, she squirmed and nodded eagerly.

"Well then let's get you to bed," Sam unlocked the cuff from her wrists to ankles, but left everything else in place. She helped Tilly upstairs and to her bedroom. She approached with the keys, but instead of unlocking her, she just changed her bondage so she was tied spreadeagle on the bed. Of course the hobble skirt wouldn't allow for that, so Sam had to remove it first. Sam ran her finger down Tilly's belly and to her crotch, she dipped a finger inside and then licked it, "You are so ready, aren't you?" Tilly nodded, "Unfortunately I have to close up downstairs. You just wait here." Sam winked and left the room.

Tilly had **** but to wait there. She might have thought that her arousal would die down without the external stimulation, but instead she found herself getting hotter and hotter. By the time Sam came back Tilly was more turned on than she'd ever been in her life. Sam placed her hand on Tilly's inner thigh and that alone seemed like it was nearly enough to make her cum. Sam trailed her hand along Tilly's body until she reached her face, where she finally undid the gag, "You look so hot...I love you."

Tilly smiled, "I love you too. Now fuck me already."

Sam hissed in mock indignation, "Not even a please? Well, I think I need to teach you some manner."

"No, wait. Please. I'm so ready. I need you."

Sam put her hand between Tilly's legs, cupping her sex, "Yes I can feel the heat...maybe you're a bit too needy. Lydia told me she gave you a chastity belt. Said I should lock you up and throw away the key, what do you think about that?"

Tilly shook her head, "Tomorrow. You can put it on me tomorrow. I need you tonight."

"Ok, I'll hold you to that," Sam winked, "Now then, cum for me." Sam crawled onto the bed and lowered the mouth to Tilly's pussy. When her tongue hit her clit she came instantly, but Sam didn't stop. She kept going until Tilly lost count of the number of times she came. Then Sam stripped and move to sit on Tilly's face and she returned the favor again and again. Tilly was exhausted but still so turned on. Sam finally released her from all bondage and the two of them continued to make love until they were on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. Eventually they fell asleep in each other's arms, totally satisfied.