I struggled not to visually roll my eyes or audibly sigh at what the woman was saying. Despite the bar being full on a Friday evening, and a large collection of voices being all that I could hear, somehow her whining tone seemed louder than anyone else's; despite not yelling or straining her words.
This was the last thing I wanted to do after a full week of work. With the weekend fast approaching and my entire frame aching, all I wanted was to return to the comfort of my home, curl up and read a book, or maybe watch a few movies. I wanted to push out the rest of the world, avoid any forms of human connection and just…relax. As I was leaving work, my plans were interrupted by a text from my oldest friend, a woman who I had known ever since we were at school together, Melanie. She was drunk, already intoxicated by the time I had reached the bar. She had texted me the address with almost no choice but to spend the evening with her and listen to her sorrows.
I must admit, the bar itself seemed more welcoming than I wanted to admit. With its dim, orange lights illuminated against the darkness of the night, with the soft sound of the jukebox playing with a large collection of people laughing and swapping stories. It was an odd, yet comforting feeling to be engulfed in that atmosphere.
Melanie was the exact opposite of me in almost every way, it was difficult to try and remember how we became friends in the first place. I approached the building in the outfit I wore to work, not that I had the chance to get out of it before my 'friend' barked at me to accompany her this evening. Attached to my frame was a pleasant white shirt and a short black skirt with tights that covered my legs. A thin, brown coat hung loosely over my arms and shoulders with the warm evening reminding me not to dress too heavy. My short, brown hair remained in a tight ponytail, however small strands of hair managed to make themselves loose as the day went on.
Despite the hours at work, I thought that I looked cute.
I scanned around the room, trying to find the familiar face among the large crowd… but it was easy to spot my friend. Somehow, she managed to snag herself a small table for two. As soon as she saw me, she called out my name with her half glass of wine in one hand and the other used to wave me over.
Her short, pink dress was almost a beacon in comparison to the rest, showing off her toned, long legs along with a natural bust that was almost falling out of her bra. Her bleached blonde hair was tied up in ponytails and heavy make up was applied to her face, make up that had since begun to run as tear marks fell down past her cheeks.
"Hailey!" she screamed. "Yoohoo! Hailey, over here!"
At that point I had no choice but to roll my eyes before approaching her. She welcomed me by getting up unsteadily, her similarly pink heels struggling to find a correct balance for her. I could hear the heaviness of her shoe press down against the carpet whilst she took a few steps towards me, wrapping me up in her arms and a gentle, yet firm kiss was plastered on my cheek.
"Whoopsie," She muttered, rubbing her thumb over the lipstick stain she had just left.
"Robert left you?" I asked.
"H-how did you know?"
I chuckled lightly to myself. With my arm around her shoulder, I slowly brought us both to the table she had become comfortable in. It wasn't uncommon for her to drink whenever she had finished with her more recent man, each time I would receive either a phone call or text to meet up with her and talk about what happened. I wouldn't mind, she was my oldest friend after all, but this had been the third time in half a year I was summoned to the same drinking establishment.
"Tell me what happened."
"Robert dumped me!" She screamed quietly which transformed into a quiet whimper after the words left her mouth.
"Why did he do that?"
"I don't know. Men are all idiots! I thought this was the one, y'know? He was handsome, charming, he owns his own business, owns two cars. I thought that it could work between us!"
I cleared my throat, "So what happened? What happened for him to actually break up with you?"
"Oh, he found out I was texting his friend."
She looked up, seeing my slightly judging demeanour.
She continued, "It wasn't anything bad. Just a few nudes and we sext every other day. I've called him maybe two or three times and planned to meet up. But it wasn't anything serious."
"Wasn't that also why James broke up with you?"
"Well… yeah…"
"And Andy?"
"Andy was different. I was talking with his brother, not his friend."
I struggled not to roll my eyes another time, this time Melanie was too close and would actually see the annoyance I had for her. Melanie continued talking… and talking. The night went on, those who occupied the building had slowly disappeared into the night outside, the numbers got shorter and shorter until it was only me and her left. It was funny, despite the 'sad' tone she was giving, she was approached several times that night, giving her number to most of them, before continuing on as to why all men are idiots.
I had gathered pretty early on that she wasn't going to be single for long.
The woman behind the bar cleared her throat, as I looked over in her direction, I could see a little nod towards the clock as she cleaned the glass in her hands. It was time to leave.
"Can you call us a cab?" I asked the woman.
"There's one already waiting outside" She replied, with a hint of annoyance in her tone.
"A cab? Are we done?" She slurred, not annoyed that I interrupted her mid-conversation.
"It's late. It's chucking out time. It's time for us to go home."
I grabbed my bag from behind the seat, just quick enough to catch the woman from tipping over. Melanie stood up at the exact time I did, but the numerous drinks she consumed hit her head the second she stood, causing a quick dizzy spell before landing in my arms. The woman chuckled, holding me as tight as she could as if we were hugging each other.
"Maybe… maybe I should go home with you?" She smiled, trying to look me in the eye but struggled to maintain the focus.
"I think you should get home and sleep it off."
"Just think about it. No men, just a couple of friends hanging out all the time, banging from time to time."
She was becoming more flirtatious by the second, at this point I was more eager than ever to get her to the car. I placed my arm around her shoulder, balancing her as we slowly made our way to the exit, "But who would open up all the jars?" I asked, in my most sarcastic voice.
"You're right! We could hire a handyman, get all the chores sorted that we won't want to do."
"And where will we get the money for that?"
"We'll just have to marry some rich guys!"
"And that defeats the purpose of being independent woman, doesn't it?" I chuckled.
It was a moment of relief as we walked out of the entrance. The cool night air hit my face, bringing me out of my lightly intoxicated mindset and placed my entire focus on the drunk woman in my arms.
"She isn't going to vomit, is she?" The taxi driver asked, walking around the car and opening up the back seat for her to get in.
"No, I've never known her to puke" I stated, pushing her into the vehicle.
The woman laughed as she fell over, landing with her face deep into the back seat's cushion. As the door closed, I told the taxi driver her address and gave him money for the fare. I knew Melanie would 'accidentally' forget to pay the man and didn't want her to get into any more trouble. In fact, I secretly paid him extra for any inconveniences she would cause him for the short trip.
With that done, the man left my side and walked towards the driver's door. Melanie placed her face against the window, smearing the glass lightly with the thick amount of make up she was wearing, with one hand she steadied herself and with the other gave me a short wave to say goodbye. I waved back as the taxi's engine roared to life. Within seconds, the vehicle was moving away from me and the person causing me trouble for the night was travelling further and further away.
***
The world was silent, the streets were dark and not a single, living creature stalked the pavement as I strolled home. I took my time in my journey, enjoying every second of the cool, night air against my skin before I returned back to my relatively small apartment. I did not know what time it was, the sky was completely black as if all light had been removed from it. I did not look at the clock before I left with my troublesome friend and my phone had long since died, probably out of the same boredom I experienced listening to my friend's blubbering all night.
The orange hue from the streetlights was a comfort, lightly illuminated the path I needed to take home, contrasting against the dark, unilluminated parts of the town. I glanced down each smaller street and alleyway I passed, as comforting as the evening stroll was, I wanted to make sure I was still as alone as I wanted to be. I was weary of any unfamiliar sight or sound that might pass my way, anything that could indicate any danger that might be thrown in my direction.
There was nothing. But despite that, I still found my pace quickened, as if my brain was trying to tell me I could have been in danger; despite none being around.
That was when I saw it. In a tight alleyway between two buildings was a shadow of a creature on the ground. At first, I thought it was an animal, maybe a large cat or a normal sized dog. My mind fought with itself, seeing an animal in a rural area usually meant it was domesticated and was very unlikely to attack. I could just barely make out the shape of its form in the darkness, but I heard no growling and no attempts to scare me off or attack me. All that was clear to me was two, almost motionless eyes flickering against the dull light from the street, eyes that were no doubt looking at me, calculating what kind of person I was, friendly or foe.
Something unnerved me about it. Most likely it was the lack of movement, the creature did not move in the slightest the second I locked eyes with it. It didn't look away, shift its body or even blinked… for a second, I even questioned myself if I was looking at an actual creature, or if it was a statue or something similar.
"… Hello?" I asked, a mixture of worry and curiosity coming together in my question.
The creature stayed still. With no reaction from it, I presumed it was just a decoration, or something else that was none of my business. I placed my hands in my pockets and continued my walk, believing the worry was just in my own head.
My feet clacked against the wet stone, echoing my footsteps along the street and into the night. I passed several buildings before the thought of that thing came back to mind, a subject that was already beginning to fade into the back of my mind. It was curiosity that caused me to turn around one last time. I expected to see the empty street once again, and confirm to my own head that it was all a part of my imagination that something alive was seriously there.
I wished I didn't look back, it was an action I regretted almost instantly. The 'thing' I had been staring at had finally moved. My eyes glanced over the entrance to the alleyway I was just standing in front of, to see the top half of the dark creature had moved into the main street, its legs were still hiding behind the building. It was too dark to make out a shape, but it was a living being of some kind. It was still… painfully still. Its short, stubby legs only allowed it to stand a few inches off the ground, a rather 'cute' aspect that was nullified by the constant, glaring eyes.
No other details came into light. The creature was just as pitch black as it was down that alleyway. Not even the dull streetlights managed to bring anymore details to me. I stopped, the sound of my shoes slipping over the wet stone completely vanished as I turned around.
I wanted to say something, but no words came to mind. Despite the lack of detail, I could confirm that it wasn't a cat, the form of the creature was too wide, its shoulders looking… rather human… What the fuck was that thing?
I took a few steps away, until another alleyway came close to me. I could continue walking down the main road, but I knew another route that would get me away from this place sooner. My eyes continued to be locked on that thing, whilst it continued to look at me with those soulless orbs. I continued the stare until the building obscured our view. The second, the very moment I could no longer see that being, I sprinted down the alleyway, forcing all of my energy into my legs to get me away as fast as possible.
The brick road and buildings around me sprinted by in a complete blur, the sound of the night transformed into a whistle and even the fast beating of my own heart bounced off my ear drums. In no time at all, I made it to the bottom of that road, then turned the corner, then another corner. The world flew by so quickly, the thought of that creature being so close gave me more adrenaline than I needed, pushing me to be as far away from it as possible.
I just wanted to forget what that thing even was.
The calming light of the streets was long gone by the time I made it to my apartment block. A simplistic stone building on the outskirts of the town was what I called my home, a far cry to the luscious, rustic look of the rest of the area.
I did not stop running until the cool air of the night was no longer around me. As the door approached, I got out my keys, ready to open the door and lock it behind me before I got the chance to rest. I picked the keys up, and pushed it into the hole, hearing the teeth fit into the slot nicely, I twisted the bolt and threw myself through the door, allowing it to slam behind me in a loud clang that echoed up the staircase.
Finally, I took a breath in. It felt like the first time I had breathed since escaping from that street. I pressed my hands against the wall and pulled myself up onto my feet, the dizziness hit me first, either a hit from the adrenaline or the lack of oxygen to my brain was what caused it. Despite being safe, I did not want to stop. I pulled myself along the wall until I hit the first step, then I placed all my weight into the stair's railing.
My footsteps echoed, taking each one as swiftly as I could at that point, which wasn't fast at all. Gingerly my feet pulled me up one flight of stairs, and then the next. Seconds turned into minutes, the beating in my ears finally subsided. My entire body felt numb, I was unsure on whether that was due to the running or my brain trying to figure out what that creature was, something about it just didn't seem natural at all.
It felt like forever before I reached the top floor, the door that I saw every day was in sight, I was home. I reached into my pocket to bring out my keys… then my heart stopped for the second time that night, I couldn't feel them. My hands patted at every pocket, I opened my fingers to reveal they were completely empty, I ran to the railing and looked down the staircase, bringing my gaze over every step to see if they could be spotted.
"Where are they?" I said to myself, I could hear the tired tone of my voice.
I must have had them to enter the building. Whilst the events to get into the building were a blur, I remembered having them in my hand and placing it into the lock…
My eyes shop open, I must have left them in the outside lock. As I stared down the staircase, the floor below looked so much further than they actually were. Whilst I didn't relish the idea of walking back down all the way, I hated the idea of opening that door again and potentially seeing that 'creature' one more time. But… that was impossible. That thing didn't look fast, and I was already half way across the town from where I saw it. There was no chance it had the speed to follow me, even then I took so many turns and corners that it couldn't figure out where I lived.
Why was I even worried it was going to follow me? I just saw it down a random alley, what were the chances it would have even had the intent to stalk me?
These sentences ran around my head as I argued with myself, by the time I had reached the bottom of the stairs, I had completely removed any possibility of that creature being near. However, I had to admit the fear still lingered as I stared at that door and approached it slowly. My feet were exhausted, my hands were still shaking from the earlier adrenaline rush and my mind just wanted to fall asleep and forget this night even happened. The only way to achieve my rest was to re-open the front door, grab my keys and then go to my apartment.
Nothing too difficult… right?
The locks echoed as I pressed the latch to open them, with one hand on that and the other on the door handle, I slowly opened the door and allowed the cool air of the night to return.
Then I fell.
I only glanced outside for a second before my body became paralyzed, forcing it to land heavily on the hard ground. My hands tried to pick me up but all strength had left my form, forcing me to crawl backwards with the entrance to the building fully in view.
I saw a face.
A pale face against the darkness of the night. Large eyes looked up at me with no emotion behind them… human eyes. It was the same creature I had seen earlier, it must have been. How? How did it get here? How did it make it to my home? My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest, no breath seemed to come to my lungs despite my attempts to suck in the air. A whimper left my lips despite wanting to remain as silent as possible.
That thing poked its head around the corner, pushing the door completely open with its stubby arm, giving me a full view of its body. Darkness no longer hid the details as the dull, unnatural light of the short hallway bounced off its shiny form. The shiny material that coated its arm compressed against the floor as it crawled forwards, passing the boundary of the outside world and into the place I felt safe. Then another arm, then its two legs came swiftly afterwards.
It was here, now fully inside the apartment building, a mere few feet away from my panicking, numb body.
It was indeed a human woman. Her body was bound in some kind of bondage setup, a shiny, skin tight outfit hung onto her frame so close that I could see every little detail of her naked body underneath. The outline of her nipples, the muscles that moved her arms and legs bulged against it and I could even see the outline of her ribcage, breathing up and down in a soft manner.
"What the fuck?" I stuttered under my breath.
More and more details came to my vision as I glanced over the crawling creature. The shiny outfit wasn't the only part of her form that stood out, what looked to be like leather restraints covered her limbs and head. The reason I could only see part of her face was because that was the only part of her on show, what looked to be a wide strap covering her mouth, eliminating the ability to speak. This then connected to a hood of some kind, stretched against her scalp with only a hole that allowed her jet black hair free in a tight ponytail.
From where I was sitting, I could see this hood connected to a collar of some kind, a large, thick piece of leather that covered the entirety of the woman's neck, disabling a majority of movement. As I glanced at her arms and legs, I realised they were bound too. This wasn't a creature whose limbs were close to the ground, harnesses forced her to walk on her elbows and knees. Her wrists were bound to the top of her shoulders, each step was a calculation so she wouldn't fall to the floor. Her legs were tied together in a very similar fashion, with her thighs and calves strapped together without any room for freedom.
It was odd to see a pair of large high heels placed on her feet, shoes that were completely clean and showed no wear, a useless accessory for a being locked in this state.
My mind was jumbled, I could not figure out why this woman was following me. Why was she alone late at night? Why was she bound in this way? Was it a kink? Was she left like this after a sex party? Did she need help from me?
I glanced at her eyes, trying to figure out what she wanted, but the blank stare continued to look through me. She did not look like she needed help, her eyes were not begging me to let her out, she didn't look hurt and no audible signs of pain escaped from behind that gag.
"S-stay away… please?" I stuttered as I commanded her, yet she did not listen.
My legs continued to refuse to listen to me, at this point I was less scared and more confused. The squeaking of my hands being pressed against the polished laminated flooring was the only noise to enter my ears. It was a painfully slow process, but in my panic I managed to reach the staircase, staring directly at this thing in front of me the entire time.
She moved. She continued the casual 'stroll' she did when she came in, this time she turned and crawled directly to me. Her knees and elbows worked together to cover much more ground than I; a fully capable person, ever could. My right hand placed itself against the bottom step and I began to pull myself up. Finally my brain was calming down and trying to retreat in a worthwhile way, but my legs failed to cooperate.
It was too late, though. By the time I was on the steps, the creature was mere centimeters away from her. The unnerving feeling of her blank eyes looking directly into mine paralyzed me further. My body ceased and went limp, falling back onto the laminated floor and closer towards the advancing being.
I was going to die… I had no idea what was happening, but I could feel that something wasn't right, something wasn't natural about this woman. It might have been bound tightly, it might have looked harmless, but there was something about it that told me it had the ability to kill me. Like something out of a short, horror story.
I closed my eyes and turned my head, trying to get away from it in any way I could. It was only a few centimeters away. No, I could hear the soft grunts in her voice as she maneuvered over me, the warmth of her body radiated over towards me, despite the fact we weren't touching.
This was it. I squeezed my eyes closed and accepted my fate, as strange as it was.
*THUD*
I let out a gasp as the creature removed the tension in her arms and legs, allowing her body to land directly on top of me. The sudden movement caused my eyes to open, I stared upwards towards the spiraling staircase that would have taken me to my apartment, to my home, to the place I would feel safe.
I didn't know how this was going to go, but I let out one last sigh as I welcomed the end.
"Mmmmmmmhhh," the creature groaned.
It was a sweet, muffled groan, the first sound this thing ever made to me. It was a hard request, but I forced myself to look down my body, towards it. It was… rubbing its head against my chest, something similar to how a cat shows affection. I could hear the thick, leather collar creak as it stretched from the long strokes of its cheek against my breasts.
I looked down in shock, the same creature I imagined was going to kill me only a few seconds beforehand, was now being affectionate with me. It felt as if all the tension was lifted from the air, it felt as if I could breathe again. My body was still stunned and my brain was still so confused, but this time for a completely different reason. It was telling me that an animal was on top of me, a loving creature that I should hold and cuddle, as if it was a domesticated cat or dog, but this was no animal, this was a human being.
My hand was brought up, despite still shaking terribly. I gently placed my palm against her crown and began to rub my fingers against the thin leather that surrounded her head. This caused a loud sigh of glee to leave her bound mouth, her locked limbs moved around aimlessly, as if I was scratching an itch that's been bothering her for a long time. It was… surreal to say the least. Never would I have imagined this would be where my evening would take me, bonding with a stranger with animal-like needs.
"I'm sorry…" I whispered into her ear, "I thought you were going to do something bad to me."
Guilt was the sensation that hit me most. I was so scared for my life since seeing this creature, I had never guessed it would be friendly. It was as if this curious pet and that shadow-like animal from before were two different beings, the last thought on my mind was that this tied-up girl actually wanted some attention from me.
I stared at my phone as I waved it around. I walked between the main room, to the bathroom, to the bedroom and then finally the kitchen. I held the device at every window I came across, I held it towards the ceiling and even went back out into the public area, yet no room in the building allowed my phone to detect any signal.
"Seriously?" I tutted to myself, "Maybe there is an issue with the service?"
As I continued to walk around, the black creature followed me closely like an obedient pet. It was a confusing situation, but after our initial moment together, I decided it was best if I brought her back to my apartment. Seeing her crawl up the stairs was rather amusing, yet I was surprised at how easy it was for her, she made every step look effortless as she followed close behind me. Keeping only a few inches away until we were finally home.
I breathed in through my teeth, "Still nothing, and I can't even ring the emergency services… I thought they could answer even with no signal?"
My body stopped in its tracks before I looked behind myself at the jet black creature, "You do need emergency services, don't you?"
The being just looked at me, tilting her head to the side as if she struggled to understand what I was saying. Despite it being a rather cute gesture, it didn't answer my question.
I continued talking, just to fill the silence, "Well, you don't seem to be in any pain. There are no visible cuts or damage. What happened? Were you having fun in public? Is there someone out there looking for you?"
Still the same face looked back at me, the only movement this creature did was she cocked her head to the other side, keeping that same, long stare towards me.
"Y-you do speak English, don't you?"
This time she nodded. It was the first moment she acknowledged anything I said and communicated in some shape or form.
"You speak English?" I asked again, this time I could hear the glee in my voice from getting a reply.
She nodded again, as enthusiastic as she was previously.
"So, you don't need any help. You clearly are not in any danger or pain. But until my signal comes back, it looks like you are stuck like that. I really wish I had a house phone."
I spun around and continued walking, my mind travelled around my brain, trying to think of some way to help the creature. It came to me for a reason and despite it showing no attempts to free itself from its bonds, it was still locked in that outfit and needed release. For a second, the idea of using one of my neighbours' house phones came to mind, but I shut that idea down swiftly. First, it was really late. My eyes glanced over the clock and it said it was already two o'clock in the morning. Second, how would I even tell them why I needed the phone? How could I put into words that a mysterious girl in bondage attire chased me home and needed the emergency services.
Perhaps, I could help her out myself? Admittedly, the idea of taking her to the hospital or to a police station myself did come to mind. Despite how comfortable she seemed in her state, it was impossible for her to talk to tell me if she needed any help or if there was a reason she was left outside in this attire. The urgency to get her help faded swiftly as we both settled into my home and the exhaustion from a full day of work and an evening of dealing with my friend told me to go to bed soon.
The woman continued to follow me on her limbs as I walked back into the kitchen and grabbed a knife from the rack. As I turned back towards her, that simple, unemotional gaze hit me once more.
"Let's get you out of there," I told her in a somewhat commanding tone.
If that suit belonged to her, it was clear that it wasn't cheap. I expected some form of detest at the thought of destroying the item of clothing, yet she didn't even flinch as I brought the knife to her. Her eyes were locked into mine, my hand began to run itself over her form, trying to find the best way to get her out. The material was some kind of latex or pvc, something that wouldn't easily be removed with a steel blade, but I had to try my best to help her.
I ran my hands over her bound arm, I could feel how tight the top and bottom half were connected together, with hardly any room between them. It couldn't have been comfortable and there was no clear area to put the scissors which wouldn't accidentally hurt the skin underneath.
"Hmmm…" I muttered to myself.
I picked myself up and moved towards the bottom half of the creature, looking for the exact same thing. It was clear the suit was holding the limbs together, however, I was expecting to see straps, or some kind of restraint that connected the two parts, yet it was just one seamless mound. No beginning, no end, just a large stump of two halves that existed in unison.
"That's strange."
I placed the pair of scissors on the side and instead focused on the harnesses, a separate part of the body to the shiny material underneath. I examined the head harness close and the gag that connected together. There were straps that travelled from the sides of the face to the back, securing the item in a tight form. As I followed it along, there wasn't a buckle or lock, the strap just continued towards the other side in one shape. There was nothing that explained how the gag was placed so tight against her lips.
I pinched the strap with my fingers, trying my hardest to place my fingernails underneath the item and pull it away from her head… for nothing. The gag stayed tightly in place, it was as if the gag and the head harness was one large item, sewed together, despite looking like two different pieces. The head harness travelled down to the thick posture gag that gripped her neck. This was the next and last item to examine, I would have no clue how to get her out if this didn't unlock.
I placed both hands on the collar and ran my fingertips over every inch of it, along with my eyes that travelled around her body to try and find any seam or buckle that would tell me how to remove it.
There wasn't…
It was… impossible.
I stood back up and took a step away from the creature. She looked up at me with her innocent eyes, it was like she was ignorant to the situation she found herself in. There was no way to let her out, none of the parts of her suit showed any movement of freedom, the only way she could've found herself in there was if she was sewn in completely. That meant someone must have done this to her, someone must have known she was lost in the outside world in this helpless state.
"Who put you in this outfit?" I asked, kneeling down to reach her eye level once more.
Annoyingly, she stayed silent and tilted her head once more to the side as if she didn't understand my words.
"You told me you know English? Was this a sex game or something? Is someone out there looking for you right now?"
Again, she kept her head in the same position, staring deep into my eyes as if my words were meaningless.
This was so surreal. Something just didn't make sense. I stood back up as I began to question how I got myself in this situation, how there was a bound woman in my kitchen, and what was I supposed to do next? The exhaustion hit me, forcing my brain to fog up. There was no chance I could take any more of this until I got some sleep. I ran my hands over my eyes before pulling them over my forehead and through my hair.
"Are you happy to stay like that for the night?" I asked her, "I can take you to the police station in the morning."
Finally, she stopped with the annoying still pose and nodded her head. It was a light nod that I had to pay attention to see, but it was clear she understood that sentence.
"Do you need water or anything? I…" My eyes widened slightly, "I don't even know if you can eat with that thing on? Is it comfortable."
This time she nodded again with a little more enthusiasm. I continued to look over her body, questioning how she could be so comfortable in an outfit so tight and restrictive. It was a form I couldn't imagine being in for a few seconds, let alone the amount of time she had been with me. The very thought of spending the rest of the night in a pose like that made my heart flutter.
"Okay. We'll sort it out in the morning, then. I'll make sure you are comfortable for the night."
I gently closed the door, not enough to fully lock it into place, but enough to separate my bedroom from the rest of the apartment. I needed the door to be open just in case the helpless woman required anything during the night.
I must admit, I felt a little selfish for placing the divide between her and me. In the main room, I placed a large collection of blankets and pillows over each other, building them up to create a temporary, yet comfortable dog bed. I made sure it was tightly put together and risked nearly no chance of falling apart and even had the bound woman rest on top of it to see if it met her standards. No noise came from her, but she seemed relatively happy.
The guilt came from the fact I didn't offer any part of my bedroom to her. Whilst it would have been just as easy to make the bed up in here, I couldn't shake off the feeling of how uncomfortable I would be sharing a room with the stranger. It felt like a sense of relief as I placed the door carefully up to the frame, as if I was pushing away the events of the night and allowed myself to settle into a world that was much more normal to me.
I watched the door the entire time I undressed myself, as if I was expecting it to move. No noise came from the rest of the apartment, the floor did not creak under the creature's weight to signal to me that she moved from her initial position, yet I could not shake the feeling she was going to come through. Perhaps due to her somewhat unnatural ability to find the building I was staying in.
The cool air of the night enveloped my skin as I pulled off my shirt, the dried sweat from my earlier run caused the item of clothing to stick to my body. The sensation of the cool breeze was more than welcome. Next, I pulled down my leggings, revealing my fairly recently shaved legs. This is when I stopped, as my hands automatically went to my back to pull off my bra, my brain had to remind me not to follow the status quo as there was an unknown woman sharing the space with me.
My eyes glanced over the door, I kept deadly still whilst the sound of my heartbeat bumped in my ears. I allowed all of my senses to examine the situation, to see if the creature had moved from its spot and would invade my personal space. I wanted to feel safe, I needed to feel safe.
Nothing. No sound, no movement. It seemed the creature had respected my command and remained resting on the temporary bed. Only then, did I pull the hook and release the bra from around my torso. It was hard not to let out a large sigh of relief once the undergarment loosened and fell to the floor, At that point I was only in my underwear and what I was comfortable sleeping in.
I dived under the duvet, pulling my body through until my head was resting comfortably on the pillow and my naked form was carefully covered entirely. My ears continued to listen out, potentially the sudden movement I made might have stirred the resting beast. I pulled the blanket around me, cocooning my form within its comfort as I welcomed the world of sleep.
My eyes shot open. It was a quiet, almost silent squeak of the door frame that brought me back to reality and shattered my illusion of normality. The door swung open, only now it was emitting sound as it scraped along the carpet before stopping in place. The creature was standing on its knees and fell to the floor once the door got away from it, landing almost perfectly on its elbows. My heart trembled, the creature quickly scanned the dark room before it located me, my heart jumped as it was reminded of the way she looked at me from the alleyway, from behind the door to the building. All I could take in was the black mass, a small curvy body that was mostly hidden from me, but it was the white face that stuck out from behind the hood; the only 'human' part on show.
She casually crawled along the floor, swiftly reaching the bed in which I laid. I watched her without any motion, staying completely still as I struggled to figure out what to do. Do I command her to return to her spot so I could rest on my own? Or was this proof that she was not willing to obey my commands?
With a little effort, she pulled herself onto my bed, using the little strength she had in her stubby arms, she wiggled until she was on the bed, crawling towards me.
"What do you want?" I asked, my eyes were wide with fear and anticipation, but I could hear how exhausted and monotone my voice was in comparison.
She continued to crawl until she was level with me. She glanced around to the left and right, judging how much room she had in that space. By the time I gained the courage to ask her again, she suddenly moved, collapsing onto her side with her back towards me. I let out a grunt as air escaped my lungs, caused by her torso landing right beside mine with the top of her back crushing against my breasts, her head rested against my free arm and forced me to stay in place. It was as if I was sharing the bed with an untrained dog, pushing its boundaries whilst trying to gain attention and fuss from its owner.
"Wha-?" I managed to get out part of a word before I was stopped.
She began moving her limbs around, both her bound arms and legs moving in a somewhat circular fashion. Her head was turned towards me as much as it possibly could despite the position she found herself in.
"What is it? What do you want?"
She continued the movements, this time pulling her arms closer towards me, towards the thing that enveloped me.
"Do you want the blanket?"
She nodded, this time it was much more enthusiastic than before. Only once I asked this question did she stop moving, knowing that I could get her what she wanted. With one arm trapped under her head, all I could do was pull my other arm around her, effectively spooning the bound creature.
Almost immediately my body was covered in goosebumps. With the blanket around us, my hand settled on her side and for the first time I actually took in the feeling of the latex that surrounded her body. This close, the smell of the material hit my nose, it smelt like a chemical, but… good. I couldn't exactly put the exact description of the smell into words, but somehow I reacted to it on a personal level.
She squirmed lightly as I wrapped my arm around her waist. This was weird, very weird. My brain was silently screaming at me, this was the same girl who chased me home, who invaded my apartment. I had gone from being scared of her, to feeling sorry for her for being in this situation, yet I was now holding on to her as if she was my own pet.
For the first time that night, I was happy. I indulged myself in the sensation of having the bound creature against my body, for feeling the addictive material against my bare skin and for letting myself succumb to her cute, yet needy personality. I had no idea who the woman was behind the mask, but… but maybe this was a good thing… Maybe she wasn't in a rush to be free? It was weird in every way, but maybe we could stay like this… just for a little longer.
The room was still dark. The very early morning sun began peeking through the windows, illuminating my bedroom in a soft, orange hue. The world outside was deadly silent, as if nothing existed outside the windows, no sound of traffic outside, people walking in earshot; not even the birds morning calls managed to make their way to my room. My body felt heavy and the urge to stretch it out hit me almost instantly. My eyes were still focusing on the world around me, until I saw it…
My tired eyes shot open, I knew something was very wrong. I scanned the area in front of me, the desk I had right next to my bed was occupied. My entire body froze in place, the image of a woman brushing her hair as she stared intently into the mirror in front of her was terrifying. Her long, slim body was covered only in a see-through nightie that I knew all too well, as it was one that belonged to me. The nightie was more like lingerie and somewhat invisible, allowing me to see the details in her shoulders as they moved with her arms, my gaze travelled to the small of her back and then to her backside.
She was completely naked underneath. It was like something out of a horror film, like looking at a ghost or something else supernatural. Nothing else mattered apart from the invader in my home.
Once final time the brush combed through her long hair, before she gently placed it onto the desk with a light 'thud'. That's when I noticed she wasn't looking at her own reflection, but she was staring directly at me through the mirror. Her eyes weren't as intense as mine, they had a casual and somewhat loving look to them. She scanned me as if I was a good friend, as if I was someone she knew all too well.
"Oh, you're awake?" Her voice was almost too normal for the situation, her words travelled over me like a velvet robe, yet there was something almost artificial about the delivery.
Her bare feet pressed against the carpet before she brought her long frame up and spun around in a rather graceful manner. The outfit she was wearing revealed everything to me, her perfect figure, her plump breasts with nipples that poked through the thin material, even her sex was on show, looking too desirable for my brain to turn away from. With her hands on her hips, she walked the few steps towards the bed and did not stop until her bare knees brushed against the mattress and she was looking down at me.
"Thank you for letting me in last night," her luscious voice continued, "Not many people would have that level of care. Would invite a stranger into their home and let them spend the night. For that, I am very grateful."
She turned around once again, letting me stare at her amazing backside before she placed it firmly on the mattress and right next to me. Despite my brain telling me not to, the urge to reach out and touch her was beyond my ability to ignore, everything about the woman in front of me was addictive, the way she looked, the way she smelt and her overall presence. It was just a matter of time before my other senses would want to indulge too.
I pulled at my arm, pushing it as far as it would go to reach her heavenly body. But… I couldn't… My body moved, but my arm did not reach the goddess in front of me. Slowly, my eyes travelled until it reached the limb in question… only to find a stump instead.
My first instinct was to scream, all the air in my lungs tried to force their way up, only to be stopped before it could reach my mouth. My body fell down onto the bed as I brought up my arms and legs. My arms were tightly restrained with my wrists pressed firmly against my shoulders, my knees were similarly bound with my feet locked in almost impossible tall high heels.
"Mmmmmmppppphhh!" The sound eventually managed to leave my mouth, but it was just too difficult to be heard, the feeling of a large object placed behind my teeth came to my realisation, forcing my tongue down and ceasing nearly every use of that part of my body.
The woman got up and grabbed the large mirror from the desk. Slowly, she turned it to allow me to see myself, however… I already knew the situation I found myself in. My eyes struggled to focus on the figure in front of me, I was in too much of a shock to take it in. But I was in the exact same suit as this woman… this creature was in last night. The same shiny outfit, the same leather restraints, the exact same impossible suit with no indication on how to get out. The only parts of me I recognised with my widened eyes and hair forced into a ponytail by the hood.
"MMMMMPPPHHH!" I screamed again, choking on the air coming back down my throat, my arms and legs wriggled around in the air as I was now helpless on my back.
I wanted to scream louder. I wanted to push against the bonds that were holding me in place so well, I wanted to get as far away from the restraints and this woman as possible. Yet, here I was… stuck on my bed and helpless to anything and everything she had planned. She gently placed the mirror back into its original spot before turning back around to me. This time she stepped so close that I was able to take in more details. I managed to see the short strip of public hair that decorated the top of her sex, leading downwards towards her most vital area. I could see that her nipples stayed constantly hard throughout our interaction, showing vibrantly under the skimpy dress that hugged her form. I could see how pale her skin was, almost as if she spent all of her time in the night and not one second in the sun. Despite this, her body was addictive to look at. I could see the soft, but toned stomach muscles pushing against the surface. Her tiny stomach expanded out towards large hips, giving her a somewhat unrealistic body-type. I could also tell she was completely free of any kind of imperfections, no scars, no moles of freckles… She was perfect.
She brought herself down towards me, bending her long body over as she covered me. Her breasts pulled away from her chest and rested against my stomach, her eyes looked directly into mine and I could feel one arm stroke my bound legs, whilst the other arm came towards my head before patting me like some obedient animal.
"It's not that bad, really… is it?" I could hear a hint of humour in her tone, yet my heart was still pounding against my chest, causing my brain to begin panicking once more, "I enjoyed every moment of it last night."
I did not know what to expect next, it felt as if anything was possible with the events of last night and this morning fogging up my mind. Was there any way out of this? The restraints looked impossible to remove when I checked her body over and now those same restraints were bound to my form. The impossibility of the situation caused me to scream once again, my legs began to shake on their own and my arms tried their hardest to stretch against the restrictive leather.
She shushed me whilst she cradled me, as if I was a crying infant, "There, there. You have no reason to panic, I think you would make an excellent pet. You'll have to get used to crawling on your hands and knees, but after that it is so gooooood."
Her voice hung in the air, it felt like her words were making the idea of being in this suit very addictive. Still, I tried everything I could to get myself out, I wanted to be free… I wanted to return back to my normal self.
She giggled at my futile attempts at release, "I don't think you understand. Are you listening to your body? I think you would enjoy every second."
What was she talking about?
The strange woman continued, "It was all I could think of when I was in this outfit. Crawling after you through the streets, coming into your apartment, falling asleep next to you. You might need a little longer, but I couldn't think of anything else but sex…"
Sex? What? Why the hell would I be thinking about sex whilst I was facing the rest of my life in this bound form?
"Let me… just help you out."
W-What?
My useless limbs thrashed around for one last second before stopping completely. My eyes widened as my head was forced back, restrained by the thick collar around my neck. It felt like a shockwave was thrown through my body, stopping my panic in its tracks as a new sensation took its place. I carefully looked down at the woman as the hand that was patting me just minutes before was now playing with one of my breasts. Her long fingers caused the bump to push against the latex, but her index finger was moving on its own, individually running circles around the area where my nipple would be. To my surprise and horror, it wasn't long before my nipple reacted and grew against its prison, making itself known to both the woman and me.
"Ahhh… there we go," she hissed through a smile.
What was this feeling? I've had my nipples played with before but it was never this extreme. It was always an arousing motion that caused my body to want more, but this one simple act was almost blinding. My body was shaking within the suit, wanting more and more, until the idea of getting pleasure plagued my thoughts. Soon the idea of getting free from my bonds began to fade as the need to be touched further took its place.
Her tongue teased the bottom of her lips, it was a slow movement that was instantly replaced with a much quicker one. Whilst I was blinking, she pushed her body downwards, bringing her head towards my free breast, her mouth found my nipple instantly and a strong suction brought it inside her.
"Mmmmmmmppphhh!" I yelled through the foreign object inside my own mouth.
My eyes fluttered and travelled upwards, the sensation was almost too much to stand. It was too intense to be placed into simple words and felt like a bomb had gone off in front of me, both blinding me and causing my body to go numb. Despite this, the pleasure hit me with full force, the way her teeth bit down gently on my latex covered nipple, the way her tongue swirled around at the same speed and direction as her finger was. I wanted to push myself away, give my brain some time to think… but I was completely helpless.
It felt like it went on forever, but my body was welcoming it the entire time, it could not get enough of the stranger's actions. The speed of her attacks never slowed for the entire duration, the spins of her tongue, the movements of her finger remained constant. Eventually, causing blood to travel to a certain part of my body, as intense as this feeling was; it wasn't long before my body wanted more.
It seemed that the woman understood this. As my sex was fully awakened, she eventually stopped with her actions and brought her head up to face mine. Despite licking my nipple for that long, her face was free from any saliva, in fact; she looked as perfect as she was before she began teasing me.
She let out a long sigh as she positioned herself higher. She moved her body upwards along the bed, using one hand to balance herself, she looked down at me as her giant breasts were pushed against my face. I could hear the whimpers leave my gagged mouth, it was such a beautiful sight to behold, yet there was a rumbling foreboding feeling of terror in her movements. The bottom half of my body was unable to be seen due to the positioning of her breasts, forcing me to only feel where her other hand began exploring.
She looked at me as if I was her dinner, there was a slight grin along with the tip of her tongue gently rolling to the edge of her mouth. My body jolted as I felt her palm against the inside of my legs, the jolt caused my legs to push against each other, but this did not cause her to struggle in any way. My brain mentally screamed at the sensation of her hand travelling up towards my sex, nothing I could do would stop this motion, but… I knew deep down that I did not want to stop her, I wanted nothing more than to feel the next stage of this pleasurable journey.
At the same time I let my legs rest, opening them up for my owner, she wasted no time getting to her destination. I could hear the slight, womanly chuckle leave her lips as the tip of her finger pressed against the shiny material, exactly where my now exposed clit lay.
"MMMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHHHH!" I groaned, thrashing about.
I struggled to contain the sensation that travelled over my body, it was as if a large flash of light appeared before me briefly, dulling out the rest of the world as the feeling of her fingertip against my sex was the only sense I could understand. In slow, rhythmic movements, she rolled her finger up and down my sex, all the time smiling at herself as she watched with this simple motion did to her pet.
My eyes closed, not out of embarrassment, or desire to not see the woman in front of me, but due to the fact my eyes were useless to me now. Even if I forced my eyelids open, the sensation caused them to flutter too much to focus on the outside world. She failed to cease or slow down her digit, just like before, it felt like the movement stayed the exact same speed and intensity the entire time.
It was… too much.
"Mmmmmmppppphhhh!" I whimpered again, this time the energy I had before was drained.
I could feel what strength that once lay in my arms and legs diminish, only to be replaced with an uncomfortable trembling sensation. My body was weak, even without the restraints, I knew there was no chance I could escape the woman's clutches. All I could do was lay there and take it, until she had finished playing with me.
"Mmmmmppphhh… mmmpppphhhh!" A groan escaped, becoming louder and louder, indicating that I was not too far away from the inevitable.
Still, there wasn't a single change in motion. It felt like she was programmed to do this exact thing to a helpless victim. Slowly, I pushed my helpless arms and legs against the bed, pulling my body upwards slightly as I prepared for what was going to happen next.
Suddenly, a large breath of air escaped from the thick material I had in my mouth, my eyelids opened despite my eyes still being rolled to the back of my skull. My body fell to the ground, the last remaining energy I had in my bound limbs had completely gone. The orgasm hit me like a wave of light, brushing over my pathetic form and infusing itself within me. The attacks of her fingers continued along with a slight chuckle that smirk she had on her face. It was by far the most intense orgasm I had ever felt, even after the immediate rush, the flames of pleasure still danced around me, refusing to die out until I was completely spent.
My body spasmed over and over again, my brain unable to even comprehend the full feeling it was experiencing. Even when my frame gave up, my body parts too exhausted and aching to keep moving, the feeling was still hitting me, her finger was still pressed up against me, working its magic.
It felt like the world was moving away from me, that I had disappeared from the real world and was only living a life this woman made for me. Nothing mattered anymore, my apartment, my job, my friends and family. I was happy to give it all up just to live in the glow of this moment, just to disappear from everything and indulge in similar pleasures. Even when the orgasm eventually faded, when her finger was finally removed from my body, when my frame ached from head to toe, the desire to have that happen again hit me almost instantly.
My eyes finally opened, it took a while to focus on the room in front of me, but it gradually came into view. The woman was now standing, looking down at me with her hands on her hips. Her nude form was still as welcoming as it was before this event started, only the lingerie she stole from me partially covering her body.
"That was good, wasn't it?" She asked the question so casually, changing the smirk to a genuine smile, "It was intense, probably the most intense orgasm you ever had?"
I nodded, the posture collar around my neck made this motion more difficult than it had to be.
"Well. You'll have to get used to it. Whilst you are in that suit, every orgasm you have will be that intense… if not more. Not that it's not a tough job to enjoy, I bet you already desire another one, wishing for me to put my hand down there again?"
As she said this, she glanced towards her hand and took in the power that one digit had over my entire body. I felt my throat gulp as she was correct in every way. The urge to be freed from this prison, to have full control over my arms and legs had already taken second place over indulging in that feeling again. I found my legs were still as open as they were before, desiring her full power over that area.
"Well, we'll have plenty of time to play. The rest of your life, actually" She brought her hand back down and began walking around the bed, "The world will just see you as a pet, unaware of the woman underneath the restraints and unaware of any differences between you and the typical dog being walked outside. The desire to be touched will never cease, it will be a constant need that cannot be relinquished, this means you'll be a loyal and submissive pet for me, you'll do anything I ask when I ask it just for the hope that I'll allow you to orgasm."
Once she got to the other side of the bed, she sat down gently next to me. She continued, "And I intend to keep you that way. In my eyes you'll only be a pet, in time I might not remember you being human in the first place. How does that sound?"
My brain screamed at me. In one way, a part of me enjoyed the idea of being a pet and denying any human responsibility, but there was another part that wanted to be returned to my former self, to be removed from this bondage and for the woman who trapped me in the first place.
"Not even I would have the power to release you from these bonds. As you so perfectly pointed out yesterday, there is no beginning to them, there is no way to get out of this material. Even if you use the strongest tools in the world against it, it wouldn't even puncture a hole in it. Sounds heavenly, right?"
She stood up once again. The pacing around the room was causing me to panic even more, giving my brain something else to focus on whilst it deafened my thoughts with its screams.
"Or…" She suddenly stopped.
That was the word that brought my attention back to her, it felt as if my brain was silenced and I could finally focus on something else. That 'Or' was the potential for another fate to be handed to me.
"Or…" She walked up close to me, "Is there a different person you would like to have this fate instead?"
My eyes shot open, it took a few seconds for what she said to register with me, but something came to mind almost instantly.
She pointed her finger towards my helpless body, "There it is! Another name just came to you, didn't it? Someone who you think deserves this more than you?"
I tried to look away. Yes, her name did come to mind but it was completely involuntary, I wouldn't wish this fate on anyone despite how much I was enjoying it.
"You're a good person, Hailey. A person who was been fucked over numerous times and will continue to be fucked over because you try and help people, you don't ever put yourself first. I chose to follow you last night, not because you are a victim, but because you have this choice. You do not deserve this fate… but someone else does, Am I correct?"
My entire body trembled for a completely different reason now. There was not much I could do in this state apart from look at my attacker, stare her in the eyes and take in every word she said.
"You do not have to say her name, Hailey… just think it and it will be done. We do not have much time left before this will be a permanent state for you. So just think of a name… or think of nothing at all and you'll be the one in the suit."
W-what kind of choice was that? Someone was going to have their life ripped away from them, it was either going to be me, or someone else that I knew. However, the decision was down to me. I did not know who this woman was, where she came from or how she was capable of doing this, but I knew enough to realise this was real life, this was a lifelong commitment to whatever name came to mind.
I closed my eyes which forced a tear to leave my eye lids and travel down the mask.
***
The woman hummed to herself as she stared at her reflection. The sun had risen even further into the sky, bathing the room into a beautiful orange glow that went with the beautiful red dress that clung to her frame. Yet again, this was one of my outfits that she stole from my wardrobe, but I had to admit it looked much better on her body than it did on mine.
She finally brought herself back up, her face was made up with a thin layer of make up, she was fully dressed and even a pair of black high heels that I never used before looked perfect on her feet. She twirled around, the sound of the heel clacking against the floor filled the room until she was right back where she started. Even walking around in those shoes seemed completely natural to the woman, as if they were just an extension of her own body.
It was clear the woman loved to indulge in her body, as if just looking at her slim, yet voluptuous figure was enough to get her aroused without any use of external stimulation. Each movement she made was small and insignificant, but her eyes travelled along each line and curve, absorbing mentally everything she had on show.
"You have such good taste," she said, her eyes never left the figure in the mirror, yet the compliment was aimed towards me.
Finally, she managed to pull herself away and turn towards me. Her hands remained on her hips, what I assumed to be a natural pose of hers as she brought her attention towards me. I was still on the bed, my back placed against the headboard with a thin blanket covering my body.
My naked body.
As she was ogling over her own form, I was taking mine in too. My arms and legs were free from the restraints, no indents or markings against my pale skin. The latex material was fully removed from my body, every single centimeter of my own frame was bare, a feeling that seemed relatively unnatural to me despite the short time I was placed into that situation. The cool air of the morning caused the hairs on my arm to stand up, as if it was a feeling I was unfamiliar with.
Whilst my brain and body was numb from the experience, I watched as I danced my fingers freely, they were no longer bound together and strapped against my shoulder. It felt like I blinked and then the restraints and suit were gone, removed from myself and taken away from my apartment altogether.
The name that entered my head… could it really be true what she said? The numb sensation that I was experiencing wasn't entirely void of feeling, there was a dull pain in my chest, a feeling that grew the longer I took in exactly what my 'decision' meant. It was guilt. If what this woman said was true, that means the form I was forced into earlier had now been taken elsewhere, their body was restricted, forcing them to move around on their hands and knees, forcing them into a life of a pet without any ability to leave.
"Don't feel so bad about it" The woman turned back towards the mirror, "It was an unfair choice, but it was a choice none-the-less. Either you had to give up everything, or you simply gave it to someone else. Being honest? I'm surprised you had the willpower to think about anything else apart from your next fix."
"I… Uh…" I stuttered, trying to figure out what to say to the being in front of me.
"Try not to speak for the moment, you were not in for very long, but even a small amount of time in that suit is enough to fry your brain and forget to be a human. Take your time to get back to normal before thinking too hard."
She said that last part with an accompanying, knowing wink, glancing at my reflection within the mirror. She slowly added the last part to her body, that last piece that she would have made perfect about herself, she bent down and picked up some lipstick from the table in front of her, a dark, red colour that seemed to connect with her well. I couldn't look away as she slowly applied it to her lips, taking her time to thicken her already beautiful mouth before presenting a kissing face to herself.
She parted her lips, "The same rules still apply. No one in the world will see them as a human, only you would. You get to treat whoever came to your mind as a puppy,for the rest of their lives, and they would be just as horny as you were, an itch that would be impossible to scratch. So… take good care of them, won't you?"
"M-me?" I said in a breathless tone, "I thought-"
"You thought that I would look after just anyone? No, if you decided to become a pet, I would have gladly taken you in and looked after you. You did the same for me, didn't you? But as you decided to give that fate to someone else, they are now your responsibility."
Without giving me time to adjust to this news, she turned around and approached my side of the bed.
"Thank you," she whispered seductively, before she placed both of her hands on my cheeks and planted a gentle, yet firm kiss onto my lips, "Thank you so much for a lovely evening."
She let go of me and turned around. She began to make her way towards the door of my bedroom, leaving my life potentially forever.
"W-who…" I struggled to speak, "Who are you? W-what are you?"
This question stopped her, but the fact she turned back one last time with a smile was not reassuring. The door creaked as she opened it, keeping my eyes on me the entire time until it was fully open.
"I guess I'm just like you, Hailey. Someone who had the world trample all over them, but I'm done with being that person now. Don't wait too long to get your new pet, you have some explaining to do."
My entire body was numb as I walked across the town. The shirt and jeans that clung to my body felt so unnatural, I could sense every single synthetic fiber within the articles of clothing press against my skin, irritating me for the duration of the journey.
The sun had crawled up further into the sky, and the warm glow had since faded into a beautiful blue tone. Not a single cloud dampened the mood. It was looking to be a beautiful day, just a shame I carried the tragic news. It already felt as if last night's and this morning's events were just a dream, some unreal moment, a blip in-between the hours of my normal, mundane life. Yet, I was still able to see that woman's face so clearly, it hadn't faded into the obscure parts of my brain like the other parts did.
She shot me one last glance, one last smile before leaving my bedroom, I could hear the heels on her feet click against the floorboards as she travelled further and further down the corridor. Eventually, she left the property completely, leaving my life for what I assumed to be forever. The words she said hung in the air, the terrible choice that I made surrounded me as the world went by around me, as if nothing unnatural or supernatural happened whilst the sun was down.
A part of me was still in doubt. The rational parts of my brain told me that woman couldn't have done what she did, that there was some simple explanation that I was unable to remove her from her bonds, that she was somehow able to then remove those bonds herself despite her bound form and then place them on me whilst I was asleep. That she was able to remove them without my knowledge, finally freeing me from the same position she found herself in and somehow transfer those restraints onto a random person's name without even leaving the apartment; a name that I never told her.
But how… there was no way I could answer that question.
I stopped in the street. After many long minutes of my brain fighting with itself, I stood and stared at my destination. A walk always took a long time, felt so much shorter as I had to deal with the potential new reality of my life.
It was Melanie's house.
My heart skipped a beat as I took in the same building I had seen numerous times before, every muscle in my body clenched and I willed the universe to open a black hole and swallow me up, forcing me to disappear from this world. But I couldn't just walk away, if what that woman said was true, what if Melanie was stuck in the same suit, the same restraints… I needed to be there, I needed to be the first person that poor girl saw as she struggled through the hangover and was required to accept her new life.
I let out a long breath before bringing out the spare, emergency key my friend had given me from my pocket and slid it into the lock of her front door.
"Melanie?" I asked, my voice echoed down the hallway as the door opened up for me.
Her house was as immaculate as always, yet that simple, attention seeking dress she was wearing last night was resting on the floor. She must have removed it before stumbling into bed. The door clicked as I closed it behind me, the deafening silence hit my ears, telling me she was not awake or aware if anything was different. I decided not to call her name again, but to gently walk towards her bedroom.
I could feel my heart beating in my ears as I approached the door, it was open just a small amount, enough to just let me see small details of the walls, but not enough to show me the sleeping girl. I took one final breath, wishing to myself that it was all in my head, it was all a prank or something else reasonable.
Against my better judgement, I pushed against the door, allowing it to gently open. As the frame creaked, it opened just enough for me to see the bed.
My heart sank as I saw the black latex, tight on my friend's body, her ridiculously large chest strained against the material, her arms and legs were placed in the restraints I was all too familiar with. Soft sighs left her gagged mouth as the rest of her head was placed within a hood. Only my friend's eyes and blonde hair was on show for me to recognise her features. Her hair was placed in a ponytail, pulled through a hole at the back of the hood and platted nearly perfectly and held together with a bow.
Melanie was still asleep, her chest lifted with each breath in a very calmed manner as soft sighs escaped her gagged lips. Her arms and legs moved somewhat restlessly every ten seconds or so, almost as if she was wanting to run in her dreams. It was oddly cute despite the circumstances.
I gently placed myself on the bed next to her before running my fingers along the latex hood that sat tight against her skull. I made sure to touch her as gently as possible in order to not wake her up accidentally. The guilt that I had felt all morning burned brighter inside me, despite the terrible choice I was given. It was entirely my fault that she was placed in this suit, a quick glance around her frame forced the confirmation that it was impossible to remove the restraints, she was stuck like that.
As I continued to stroke her body, I struggled to think of what to say when she eventually opened her eyes. How do I tell her what happened to me the night before? How do I tell her that this was her life now? Despite the worry and anxiety travelling through me; a smile travelled over my face as I made a mental promise to my friend, a promise that I would never leave her side, that I would give her the best life possible.
The only upside to this development? At least I won't have to listen to any more of her drunken rants.