Ava is restrained

The short lived silence after her fall was interrupted by everything in the room darting towards her. Ava protected her head and curled in a ball as she felt numerous objects jabbing and tickling her sides, cloth rubbing against her skin, and lipstick popping open near her ear, while her basketball outfit just watched. They waited for her to be restrained, and it didn’t take long.

Crew socks hopped out of her laundry basket and slithered towards her feet, where they tied her ankles tightly together with themselves. Her arms were grabbed by training gloves which had sat under her bed for some time, and were pulled back behind her leaving her on her stomach. The gloves let go after a hovering nylon tied itself around her hands and wrapped with the socks that bound her feet, and a dirty crew sock shoved itself in her mouth, effectively silencing her screams.

Ava laid on her stomach, hogtied and gagged by her own clothing, almost in tears from fear. It didn’t end there, however.

The lipstick that had been hovering nearby had finally began to decorate her face in long, curved strokes near her mouth. Her makeup palette also joined the lipstick near her face as she tried to look away every time they applied makeup to her. This ended quickly when a pair of her black leather gloves grabbed her by the lower jaw and held her face still, allowing the makeup to continue their work. She stared wide eyed at the numerous brushes and lipsticks working at her face, and just accepted that there was no point in struggling. Powder, lipstick, and markers all kept at it on her face while her cries were muffled.

After a few minutes, everything hovered away from her, but her restraints still held her tied up. Ava opened her eyes slowly and noticed that her face felt heavy from all of the application of makeup she had just endured. She looked at the retreating makeup and gloves, before her desk mirror hovered in front of her.

Ava’s face was smothered with terribly done cosmetics, consisting of powder, markers, lipstick, and paint. All of these were slapped together, it was only certain that the desired design for it was to resemble a clown face.

When Ava realized this, her fear quickly turned to anger. Although, the clown makeup and pigtails made it hard to see it.

It seemed like everything in the room was laughing in some way. Knees on her jeans and joggers were slapped, fingers were pointed, and objects bobbed up and down in amusement. Her phone even hovered down and typed out “HAHAHAHA” in front of her face, making her angrier. She struggled against her constraints, but of course was unsuccessful. Her phone typed in her face again.

“WHAT’S THE MATTER??? CLOWNS ARE SUPPOSED TO LAUGH!!!”

Ava held her breath as she heard her Bluetooth soundbar power on from across the room. The objects that retreated seconds ago now inched towards her, along with other other utensils like forks and cooking spoons which hovered in from her kitchen. Inches away from her naked body, everything froze in place as a pillow lowered itself by her head. It delicately ripped open a side seam, and a singular white feather floated out. It didn’t take long for Ava to realize where this was going.

It floated out of her view and hovered behind her, where it traced on her lower back, moved onto her thigh, then brushed all the way up to her ankles subtly. Her eyes grew wide as she realized what was going to happen next. The sock in her mouth took itself out and floated away while everything stood still.

“No... please...”

In an instant, everything that had been hovering around her jabbed and brushed against her body, tickling her senseless. Her feet were scratched vigorously by forks, her armpits were invaded by leather fingers, her sides were rubbed against by spoons, all the while Ava laughed maniacally. The soundbar blasted circus music while all of this happened, and poor Ava was **** to look at her demeaned reflection while she cried of laughter, which made her terrible makeup look even worse.