Bound and abandoned

Without another word, Cassidy grabs onto your sides and effortlessly pushes you towards the back wall of the changing room. Your back slides down against the wall as your ass lands on the small bench. Your first thought is to get up and fight back, but your body doesn’t respond, it simply allows her to move it in the way she wants. She pushes against you, pressing both of your legs against your chest. Unsure if it’s your instinct reflexes or the game controlling you, but your hands grab onto your thighs, holding your legs in place. You try to let go, but again, can’t. Cassidy uses this moment to wrap some type of material that matches the look of your suit around each arm and leg, making them immovable even if you had full control of your body.

“What a perfect position for you.” She says as her hands move down to your now easily accessible ass.

You feel her fingers playfully tap between your rubber covered ass cheeks.

“You know, I never understood why suits like these had ways to cover your fun parts.” She says as you hear the sound of a zipper opening, followed by the feeling of her finger lightly pressing against the lips of your asshole. “I can’t imagine anyone who would wear this wanting to prevent someone from having easy access.”

Her finger presses in deeper causing you to let out an unintentional moan.

“Oh my!” She says, smiling at your sounds. “Maybe this won’t be much of a punishment for you after all.”

She takes her finger out, as you do your best to hold back a **** whine.

“I get it, I lost. Can we please just end the game, or start it over, so I can make the right choices this time.” You plead.

“Oh, I think you made the perfect choices for you already.” Cassidy says.

You don’t see what she’s doing at first, before her hands are soon bringing an object towards your mouth.

“They’re really trying to nickel and dime you, selling this separately.” She says as she forces the object past your lips.

Her hands move away as your mouth remains open, held there by the hollow circle now inside it.

“Perfect!” She says, stepping back to admire her work. “I’m so happy I could help you discover the real you.”

You attempt to move or argue, or anything, but you can’t.

“Nothing but a pretty, rubber, fuck bag.” Her laugh that follows pierces through your ears as her smile stretches across her face.

She begins to walk to towards the door.

“But don’t worry.” She says, once again turning to look at you. “Just because your game is over, doesn’t mean you won’t still be played with.”

You can do nothing as you watch her leave, shutting the door behind her. You also can’t see her flipping a sign on the other side of the door that reads “Free cum dumpster”