Final preparations

"Good job, Ms. Williams," congratulated the voice as one might do to a dog. "It is almost time for you to meet my client, but you must look presentable. He will be pleased at seeing you wear your proper clothes, but I suggest you do more than satisfy him. Your beauty enhancement products have been left untouched. You have an hour until your ride arrives, Ms. Williams." With that, the voice went silent.

The brunette looked at her vanity and silently went about her task. She started with her messy hair which was easy to fix thanks to its shoulder-length size. The actress didn't put any accesories on, preferring a simple style. It was such a mundane thing compared to what she'd been going through at the moment that Maisie felt herself grow a little more relaxed as she put on some natural lipstick and eyeshadow, she even started to hum a song while plucking her eyebrows. Such was her trance that the young woman went as far as painting her toenails - her feet being only part aside from her head that was not suffocated in tight latex. Maisie almost could have forgotten that she was being blackmailed and just preparing for a date.

The Game of Thrones star looked at her reflection just as she finished putting on the last touches of her eyeliner to see a perfect picture between the most normal and the most bizarre. As if the horror became banal due to the commonplace setting and the act of putting on makeup. "Lynchian", as some of her more experienced peers would say.

Maisie's thoughts were interrupted as soon as the sounds of a running engine stopped in front of her house before it stopped and two car doors were heard swinging open and then closing. Her heart started to thump against her chest again as the actress heard a key being inserted inside front door as if they owned the place, heavy footsteps soon followed, coming closer and closer towards her room.

"Do not be alarmed, Ms. Williams. Please stay seated. Those are my associates - you have my word that they will not cause harm to you." Just as the voice went silent, her door opened to allow entrance to two burly tall men, clad fully in black and with masks hiding everything except the eyes.

Maisie just sat there, frozen, unable to do anything but stare at the two physically imposing men with fear, gulping as she noticed the very realistic looking pistols holstered at their sides. She noticed that one of them was holding yet another box which he set down on her bed, opening it to grab a pair of tall black heels. At first, they looked like normal, but upon closer inspection, Maisie saw that the strap that would usually fasten them to her feet with a small buckle instead had a small lock attached to it.

The man laid the heels at Maisie's bare feet, then stoically adopted a rigid posture next to his partner, both pairs of eyes watching her expectantly. With trembling hands, she grabbed the first heel and inserted her foot into it. A perfect fit. She slowly put the next one in, almost hoping that the two massive men would change their minds but they just stood there, not moving a single muscle. Biting her lip, Maisie grabbed the locks and insterted them into the holes, hearing two small clicks similar to the ones that secured her cuffs.

Without saying a word, the men grabbed what the petite actress saw were chains and more padlocks. She panicked, almost standing up but the fear paralyzed her movements as one of the men went behind her and grabbed her slender arms, pulling them behind her back before she heard a clicking noise. Maisie tried to bring her arms back to her front but her worst fears were realized - the cuffs had been locked together. Below her, the other thug grabbed a chain and used the locks to secure both her ankles together. She had more give than her arms, but only to perform small steps. The brunette was made to stand up, and saw that one of them came with a another chain that was leashed to the ring at the front of her collar.

"Please," she begged quietly but neither man responded, only the voice from the phone.

"Please calm yourself, Ms. Williams. Like I said before, these men will not harm you. They are merely here to retrieve you and deliver you to your Master." Master... that was a word that brought so many possibilities, none of them good. "It is time for me to finish my time with you, Ms. Williams. I will leave you with one final suggestion: Obey. Everything from now on will be a lot easier if you obey," said the voice ominously. "That is all from me. I sincerely hope you have a good life, Ms. Williams." With that, the voice ended the call, leaving Maisie with the two muscular men.

With a gentle yet firm tug on her collar, the petite woman was made to stand. Even with the high heels, she could not hope to reach the size of the two men, well over six feet tall. She was barely above five feet herself. The two men grabbed a latex covered arm, as gently as their large hands permitted before marching her outside her room, and finally, outside the safety of her home.

The night had become cold, and along with her fear, Maisie soon began trembling inside her tight suit. Turning over to the coated men, she pleaded, "Please... I'm cold." To her satisfaction, she saw one of the men starting to undo his coat.

"No," interjected the other man, finally breaking his silence with a thick foreign accent and broken English. "Coat not latex. She forbidden to wear if not latex."

"You will never wear normal clothes again." Those words were becoming increasingly horrifying to Maisie every time she remembered them.

She was helped down the steps of her porch, both her captors making sure she did not trip and fall. The same aid was given when they reached the imposing SUV, black as the night with tinted windows. The back door was opened and she wordlessly let them pull her inside. Why am I not screaming? Why am I not struggling? Why am I letting them do this to me? Thankfully, the inside was warm, with heated leather seats that made the trembling stop and fatigue to set in. Maisie breathed deeply, even as the two men took their seats in the front.

As the engined roared to life and Maisie took one last look at her home, she tried to recall all that had occured until now. It seemed almost surreal what was happening - the ****, the latex, and the bondage... but that was not the worst part. The worst part, the part that filled Maisie with shame, was the fact that she had never resisted. Closing her eyes and trying to relax her restrained body, Maisie Williams wondered what lay ahead of her now.