She gets herself stuck

Sammy decided to look at some of the bigger stuff in one corner. Her attention was caught by a giant X-shaped frame the size of a person. It looked like there were cuffs at the ends of the X. She wondered what it felt like to be stuck there like that, spread out and available. "(Oh my god, I'm into this, aren't I? I mean, even if I am, I really shouldn't mess with this. This is probably one of the things Cass was talking about.)" Sammy turned around to look at something else. A large box connected to a padded bench with cuffs on all four legs was her next point of interest. "(Is someone supposed to lay on this?)". A big red button on the box called out to her. She saw a setting next to it marked "Single", with a grayed out "Auto" on the other side of the dial.

*click*

*CRACK*

"HOLY- WOAH!" Sammy jumped back in surprise and lost her balance as some kind of whip flicked out of the box aimed at the bench when she pressed the button! As she stumbled, her right hand made contact with the top-right of the X frame.

*zwip CLUNK*

The cuff had closed around her wrist! "Shit! Help! Cass!" Sammy struggled and pried at the sturdy metal cuff with her free hand for a minute or two before she remembered the button Cass gave her. "(I hope she turned whatever that thing was down. Sorry, Cass!)" Sammy winced as she pulled the button out and clicked it.

Barely a minute later, Cass came bursting through the door. "Sammy? Are you okay? Where are y- oh! Oh, you naughty girl. Did you have an accident trying to mess with the St. Andrew's? Or did you need my help to get the full experience? Heavens, a pretty girl wants me to play with her. I may faint." Cass leaned against the door, folded her arms, and grinned at the sight of a struggling Sammy. She jokingly fanned her face with one hand.

"I, uh, fell into it. The whip machine startled me. Can you undo this thing? It doesn't hurt, but it's kinda tight." Sammy wiggled some more as she pawed at the cuff. She didn't realize that her struggles were making her visibly sweat and breathe heavier.

"Tight is the point, dear. Struggling is fun and sexy. I could undo it, but you look like you're having more fun here than you realize. I'll give you a choice. I let you out now, no strings attached, and you can go back to fiddling around with this stuff. Or, you can let me take control of the situation and see where things go from there. I just closed the store for my lunch hour, so if you let me, I can have you squirming and squealing on that cross for quite some time. I'll be right here the whole time, just flitting around doing some light inventory." Cass raised her eyebrows in anticipation of Sammy's answer.

Sammy stopped and finally realized her pussy was wet. She *was* enjoying the loss of control. And Cass was someone she felt she could trust, after all, even though she just met her today. Letting her take control sounded hot as hell and filled Sammy's mind with dirty thoughts. She caught her breath and thought for a moment.