Bondage Trap

You look down at your body and begin to desperately grab at the cloth in a futile attempt to pry it from your body. Despite your best efforts though, it only wraps you up all the tighter. The moments pass slowly, and you feel as much as hear your labored breath as your torso gets bundled up tighter and tighter. Your back is pulled into a tight arch forcing your ass out behind you. Next you feel the sleeves of your coat forcing your shoulders back in a weak and submissive posture. The whole time your eyes gaze at the clothing, you see no change in the actual cloth. It looks as though it's being tossed about by a strong wind. Next you feel a tightness in your neck, and immediately you find you can't see your body any long as your head it thrust upright, and your chin begins to jut out ever so slightly. Your gaze is forced towards the mirror where you see the truth.

Bundling up your torso is a tight corset of crimson velvet and the most delicate silver threading you've ever seen. You'd expect it to cave the moment you take a stern breath, but after your next gasp you realize you're the delicate one who can't overcome the slender silver strips. Across your chest and around your shoulders is a taught strap of black lace atop more of that velvet. You shift your posture slightly, but find that the material is unyielding with no elasticity to it. At last your gaze turns to your neck, where a similar corset is wrapped around your throat, and cups your chin. Just like the corset, it seems to be made of little more than flimsy cloth and the delicate silver ribbing, yet as you shake your head it too proves too much for you to overcome.

You scurry back to the table, tottering more than you intended due to your stiffness, and grab the box. You tip it over, toss aside the cloth wrapping, and rip out the lining from the box. You find it... a note. You could have sworn it wasn't there before! Your heart sinks, and you feel a fearful fluttering deep inside as you lift it high in the air before you to read it...