Spice things up

"Well, uh, I'm already here. And I trust you, Cass. Do your worst!" Sammy relaxed and smiled as she blushed so deep she imagined she was dark red.

Cass broke out into a wide, toothy smile. "Oh, with pleasure, dear. I'll be riiiiiiiiight back." Cass winked and walked off into the shelves. Sammy could hear the occasional bump of cardboard and rustle and clink of rubber and buckles. Eventually, Cass came back with a box of odds and ends and set it down on the counter by the St. Andrew's cross.

"First thing, gotta make sure you can't drop that button. Need to be able to reach me if I'm...distracted by my inventory. Free hand, please. Make a fist."

Sammy held out her uncuffed hand and watched as Cass picked up and rolled a long black latex glove with a thick ball on the end, stretched the ball wide, then eased Sammy's hand into it. The ball squeezed her hand shut tight around the button, but she could move just enough to press it if needed. Cass rolled the sleeve of the glove down until it reached Sammy's elbow. The shine and fit were beautiful. The look was complete when Cass looped the buckle on the end of the sleeve and tightened it snug to Sammy's arm. "Right. Other hand now." Cass moved to the back of the cross and fiddled with something until the cuff opened, freeing Sammy. She held up this hand in preparation for the next glove. "Ooh, good girl. I didn't even have to tell you." Sammy almost squeaked at being called a good girl. Cass didn't seem to notice. Another glove was rolled, Sammy's hand slid into another ball, another gleaming sleeve was rolled up her arm and buckled just below her elbow.

Sammy was breathing heavier as she took in the feeling of having two very useless hands covered in soft latex. She rubbed them together and was delighted by the soft squeaks they made. Cass had to snap her fingers to get her attention back. "Next, we're losing the clothes if that's okay. Seeing as you just lost your finger privileges, mind if I do this part for you?" A quiet shake of the head from Sammy. "Perfect. Chest out, and feet apart please." Sammy got in position for Cass, who stepped closer to unzip Sammy's vest, slipped it off, then reached for her waist to pull her faded T-shirt up her body and over her arms. A breath caught in Sammy's throat as her shirt came off and left her lacy bra on display. Cass deftly reached behind Sammy's back and undid the clasp without even looking, pulling away to let Sammy's D cups bounce free in the cool air of the stock room. "Learned that in college." Cass said with a wink. "Now, put your hands up against the cross like you did before. The cuffs will shut when they detect your wrists. Don't worry, no chance of getting pinched." Sammy nodded and leaned against the frame, raising her hands up.

*CLUNK* *CLUNK*

Sammy's hands, on top of being reduced to shiny latex balls, were now pinned above her head to send home the feeling of submissive helplessness. She wiggled a bit and moaned while Cass knelt in front of her and untied her shoes, then pulled her shoes and socks off, then pulled her jeans down and placed them to the side with her other clothes. A clearly wet spot was visible on the floral print of Sammy's panties. "Someone is definitely having fun. Glad you like it." Cass giggled.

"I, hah, I've never done, hah, something like this before. It f-feels really good!" Sammy was panting from the new feelings of latex and partial bondage. Having her boobs out in front of another woman was something else entirely. Dirty and hot.

"Glad I got to be your first, Sammy." A flirty wink from her captor. "But I think you should save your breath for what comes next. Maybe a gag is in order?" She motioned to the box.

"I-I'd like to try one, yes please. Give me something weird!" Sammy nodded.

Cass' eyes went wide for a second before she regained composure. "Ooooh, adventurous. Always fun. I was just going to put a ball gag on you, but I brought something else just in case." She turned to the box for just a moment before turning back with a strap system holding a purple dildo. "Think you can handle this?"

"Let's, hah, try it!"

Cass took her cue and gently guided Sammy's chin down, opening her mouth wide. Her glove was soft and cool on Sammy's skin. The slick dildo slid in with barely any resistance. Sammy moaned harder as it settled heavy and thick on her tongue, muffling her every sound. Straps were neatly wrapped around Sammy's head by Cass' gentle fingers, looping under her chin, over the crown of her head, and around the sides of her head. They all met and buckled and cinched at the back of Sammy's head to create the perfect web to ensure Sammy couldn't push the fat dildo out even if she wanted to.

"No more words from you, missie. If I ask you something, make one grunt for no, two grunts for yes. Understand?"

"Mmph!"

A long moment of silence.

"Mmph!"

"Is that a yes?" Cass raised an eyebrow.

Sammy giggled as she nodded her head.

"Very funny. A little faster next time, so I don't have a panic attack." Cass stepped back and beamed at her work so far and rubbed Sammy's cheek affectionately. "Now, back to your lower half. No kicking, please. I can't get you out of this if I'm unconscious."