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Ava was shoved into her bedroom and fell on her bed as she regained her bearings. When she did, she immediately stared wide eyed at her basketball outfit which hastily walked towards her. She stepped backwards and held her hands up to protect herself, which didn't work out too well. Her wrists were grabbed by the gloves and her arms were tugged downwards, where her stomach fell upon the ground. The outfit then let go of her arms but quickly sat down on top of her naked body, where the shorts sat on her lower back and the shoes propped themselves by her head. Her arms flailed helplessly but were quickly tied up by some pantyhose that were forgotten about under her bed. She lifted her head and turned her head to the side, trying to plead with the empty outfit.

"W-what do you want from me? Let me go!" Ava yelled.

A leather glove pulled her hair upwards, forcing her to look at the empty jersey as the headband that floated above it hovered down and pushed against her lips, trying to enter her mouth. Ava locked her lips tight and closed her eyes, looking away in every possible direction trying to deter the invader before the other leather glove slapped her bare ass, hard.

Her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped in shock as her headband instantly shot into her mouth, coating her tongue in her own sweat from all of the days of practice she put in. She quickly regretted how much she went to the gym after being **** to taste her hard work. Ava tried desperately to spit it out, but the headband seemed to dodge her tongue as she tried to push it out with her tongue. She gave up shortly after, drooping her head in defeat.

Her outfit seemed satisfied for the moment. It extended a glove towards her face and snapped in front of her eyes, which initiated some noise around her room. A few objects began floating around above her shelves and drawers, but only a roll of duct tape that she had lying on her crafts desk approached. It danced in front of Ava's eyes before peeling a piece off very slowly, inches from her face. It tore off the small piece and it placed itself slowly over her mouth, with little resistance from Ava. She didn't see a point anymore. After the last inch of adhesive touched her skin, she just then realized that she had gotten herself in deep shit.

The tape floated back to the desk as her high tops' shoelaces began delicately undoing themselves. Ava then locked her eyes on her chucks, which were now being slowly pulled off of her thigh high socks by the gloves. They finally were both removed from her socks, and were placed right at her nose.

It didn't make sense until that point why she had gotten her mouth gagged and taped shut. This is what they wanted, her nose to be planted in her worn footwear, and her being literally **** to smell her own sweat. And they were getting exactly what they wanted.

The feet of the thigh highs raised themselves and pressed Ava's head down into her shoes, further eliminating any chance of breathing fresh air. She closed her eyes tight and wrinkled her nose at the smell, but didn't struggle. She accepted that if she didn't comply, these clothes were more than capable of doing things much worse.

With that in mind, she inhaled deeply while her gloves pet her hair, happy with her obedience.