Returning home(pt2)

Sam scratched towards the door in vain as the articles dragged him deeper into this seemingly infinite closet.

He remained held tightly by the stockings and the gloves as his outfit was completely removed from him.

Perfume bottles orbited around him assaulting him with fragrances while he noticed a skimpy red dress approach him.

"Whats that for?" He muffled through the muzzle. The panties removed themselves from his mouth and he repeated the question, "whats that for?!"

The question was not answered as the new outfit equipped itself onto him. Lacy red bra and matching thong slid onto him. The feeling of the thong presented a new low for the humiliation he had been feeling constantly.

He was lifted up into the dress while red heels flew onto his feet. He wrestled his way towards the door, succeeding by a few inches. Though he was still held back while his face was redressed with cosmetics.

Instantaneously, the clothing released him, and he sped full **** towards the door he was dragged in through. He pummeled his way through the door.

On the outside, he returned to reality with such **** that he nearly fell face first down the stairs. He didn't know if it was his own gusto alone, or if the closet had spit him out in a way.

Regaining his balance, he was confused of his surroundings. It was nighttime in some neighborhood he had never been before.

He pulled his cell phone from his purse to see 8:59 switch over to 9:00.

"What? Where did the time go?" He asked before an ominous memory returned to mind.

"Be at my place at 9 pm sharp," Brady had said.

Sam cautiously turned around to see the address Brady had given him.

"Oh no..." he moaned to himself, "you can't be doing this to me!"

Sam's adrenaline kicked in. He was going to run off before Brady saw him. He carefully and quietly crept down the stairs when, on cue, the pink glow returned.

"Oh no....not now...not now...." the glow, now a rich and bright pink, engulfed Sam entirely. He couldn't move his body as he was lifted up by the power the glow had accrued.

The glow had turned Sam around and levitate him back up the stairs towards the door.

"Stop this now, you stupid curse!" He grunted as the glow managed to continue to increase in richness brightness and power. Sam was vexed by the sensations of little shocks tickling his body in the process.

When the stupid glowy thing ended, Sam was once again carelessly dropped back onto the ground where he lost his balance and fell forward- slamming his face into the door.

"Come! On!" He pleaded, rubbing the ache from his face.

The door opened, "wow! Someone's eager to get started!" Brady cheered, "Thats what I like in a secretary!"