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1. Dare
"Truth or dare, Dahlia!" The screechy voice made Dahlia's neck-hair stand on end. It was insufferablel and gratiating. Dahlia would rather listen to fingernails scraping blackboard than listen to her roommate. Her teeth gritted and eyes slammed shut.

"Under no circumstances would I engage in your game. Because, first of all, it's a waste of time that I'd rather spend doing stuff, and number - and second of all, I'm not twelve anymore."

"C'mon!" Kendra's voice was screechy. Dahlia turned her head gently at first, her eyes still closed. She sighed; relaxation came not from her annoying roommate but the few moments of ocular bliss from shutting her eyes. For the first time in hours, her eyes rested, staring at neither notebook nor computer screen nor agonizing letters from professors.

"Fine, sure. Yeah. Totally. We'll play 'Truth or Dare.'" Dahlia's voice possessed a caustic wit about it.

Kendra's beamed. Her red hair, kept in a bun, bounced as she bounded over the filthy graduate dormitory. Pizza boxes, notes, letters, books and blankets had become a canopy separating old hardwood floors from the occupants of the dormitory. One could scarcely see the floor, yet Kendra, dressed for a night out despite her night in, moved without issue.

"Yeah. Truth or Dare. Like I'm twelve. Sounds good." Dahlia ran through mental justifications. It'll help me stretch out. It'll be fun. It'll be.... a waste of time, and a reason not to be working on writing up a lab report.

There was no bottle to spin. Kendra had a tiny metal object instead; it had a clamshell design, and was vaguely crescent-shaped. One side was rounded, the other side had a black slot, sealed shut. It looked like a compact makeup case, but completely chrome and with no obvious way of opening it.

Kendra idly spun it. It landed on her roommate.

"There are only two of us."

"It's only fair! Play by the rules!"

Dahlia swallowed, and took her jet-black hair down. She stretched. She hadn't bothered to get dressed.

"Truth."

"We haven't spun the thingy."

"Fine."

Kendra spun the tiny metallic object. It pointed towards the sighing Dahlia.

"Truth."

"See. Now it's appropriate! It's your real turn."

"I said truth."

"Why did your boyfriend leave you?"

An expression of dread, horror, and infuriation crossed Dahlia's face.

"What the shit? That's a completely inappropriate question."

"But you said truth."

"No, screw it. I'm not answering that."

FLASH.

The roommates arose. Dahlia's fingers had been covered in tape. Bright blue tape, indescribably thin, inexorably stretchy, irrevocably wrapped around her hands, and inexplicably shiny.

"How long was I out for?" Kendra seemed to have been unconscious for a moment. She had conveniently fallen over into a pile of clean shirts.

Aggravated and infuriated, the other was sitting still, completely still save the rage-induced vibrations.

A thick layer of tape wound 'round Dahlia's forehead and eyes. One needed only a glimpse to see her fury.

"Kendra."

"I'm here!"

"Why did you do this?"

"I didn't do anything."

"Untape me before I use my mittened hands to strangle you."

"I didn't do anything!"

"I didn't ask if you did anything, asshat. I told you to let me go."

Kendra cocked her head.

"I'm just playing by the rules. It said there'd be a flash." She spun the disc again. It landed on her.

"I'll pick dare!" Kendra perked.

"Untape me. Untape me, then tell me why you thought it would be funny to knock me out , blindfold me, and then tape up my freaking fingers like a 10-year-old."

"What happened to a 12-year-old?" Dahlia grinned, regardless of her roommate's tape blindfold. "No, you look fine like that.

FLASH.

When Dahlia rose her head, she only heard a loud groaning and a giggling. Someone was giggling, vigorously, through their nose and closed mouuth.

"Mmmph-ggnngh." Kendra beamed. She was overjoyed. A thin layer of blue-tape had circled her mouth, sealing her slightly-pouty smile behind a comfy, encompassing, thin layer of tape. She just wanted to nuzzle someone. She'd scream with joy, but this awesome "Truth or Dare" game had resulted in a nice change of pace. It felt nice, even! She liked this!

"Kendra, did you tape your mouth up?"

"Mm-mmm."

"No? You didn't?"

"Mmm-hmmm!"

"You... wait, what?"

A low, purring sound came from Kendra's affectionate form as she petted at her roommate. She was like a kitty. This was too much fun.

"Where did you get this things?" Dahlia grumpily batted at the silver device on the ground. It rotated, spun, and pointed at her.

Dahlia, gagged but not blinded, tried to moan. "It's your turn!" she would have said. "Truth or dare!" When the blindfolded Dahlia tried to get to her feet and quit the game, the toy activated again.

FLASH.

When Dahlia came to again, her mouth and eyes were both sealed beneath a layer of blue-tape. Her hands were behind her back, stretching her in a way she hadn't been stretched in weeks. Her breasts jutted out, her chest puffed up, and her arms were sealed behind her in a mockery of a prayer, pointing at her bottom. Which were, of course, lovingly layered, over and over and over, in blue tape. Useless. She wriggled for a bit, trying to get her balance.

It was tight. It was so lovingly tight. The embrace was pleasing, in its helplessness. A sense of panic mixed with the thrill of being able to simply roll around, arms completely sealed, face hidden and protected by a plastic shield, and...

Oh dear lord. "I'm thinking like that idiot Kendra." Dahlia thought to herself.

Meanwhile, Kendra was idly spinning the chrome pod. She wondered if the guy was coming back? Who was he again? The one who lent her the toy and said to have fun. He seemed nice. Was it a guy?

"Hey, Dahlia, do you remember what the guy who came to the door yesterday looked like?"

Dahlia's taped form wriggled and arched. She was sleekly bound, the tape highlighting her body and restraining her. Kendra ran her fingers over her arms. She loved the way the tape layered over each other strip so tightly, forming what felt like a single unit, only the ridges of the shrunken sheen giving away its nature. It felt nice.

Kendra span the item again. She didn't even say truth or dare. She was just kinda bored now. Dahlia couldn't respond. "Truth," Kendra said to herself.

"Uhh... truth... uh... okay, Kendra," she said to herself, "Who brought you this? Was it Dahlia's ex? Was it some robot-guy? Was it a wizard?"

Kendra answered her own question. "Well actually, Kendra, I can't answer that! I don't remember! But the person who dropped it off said that they'd be back soon to pick something up. So really I guess we'll have to wait and see! I'm sorry, I can't answer my own question!" she intoned, speaking to her reflection in the bluetape.

FLASH.

"Mmmpphgg mngh drrnggh?"

2. Shopping
Hello and welcome to my store. I am Alexial - Lexi, please. Yes, that Lexi.

No? You haven't heard of me? That's okay, that's no sin, dearie. I'll have you fixed up in a moment, though.

All right, come here, come, come. Let me take a look at you. Yes, you came in with a mission! You need an outfit that really suits your personally? A suit that suits you. Of course, dearie, of course. Let me examine you.

Hmmm....

Mmm-hmm....

Aaaaand... that.....

Aaaaaand lift your arm for me please? Dearie? A little higher. Ah, thank you.

I'm punching in your measurements now. Oh? Where am I- oh, it's a computer program that a friend of mine did. She's a lovely lady, she also owns her own company. Anyway, it's just punching in your profile, adding your score, checking your likes, your recent activity, surveillance feeds - hahah, just kidding, totally - yes dearie, here, and we have it.

No? You're not a fan of the outfit?

What about.... this one?

Aaaaand you don't like it. Really?

This one?

This one has some good color.

Too expensive?

Too small?

Okay, okay, Lexi has you. Lexi's got an idea for you. Here, come to the dressing room.

***

And we're done! Don't you like it? What do you mean you don't? You say no?

See, the best part of your outfit is the corset. I mean, sure, it's a corset, it's old-fashioned, but it's not too tight, right? Just tight enough. Tight enough to remind you of what you're doing here, and how, you know, I'm a professional. Tight enough to .... yes, there, let me lace it up... tight enough to keep you occupied.

And the rest really ties it all together! Heheh. Ties. Yes, it binds it together. That's vinyl, it is, the skirt at least. It's supposed to keep your legs snug. No, not immobile, when - when , dearie - when I decide I need some help around the shop, you'll be able to move a bit. But it's quite high grade, you see; you'll have great difficulty ripping it. Or just walking. I love the way you it hugs your hips. You do have a nice waistline, now, thanks to that corset. No, don't try and run, you'll just wobble.

Ah, the hobble skirt goes over the thigh-highs. Yes, they're all strapped up. That's the fashion now, dearie! It takes that 90s and early 2000s hardcore leather and gives it a more glamorous, modern, and professional look. You look like what you deserve to be, not some crazy dominatrix out on the town, which you are not.

The armbinder I'm really proud of. No, it's not vinyl, it's canvas with vinyl trim. It breathes a little better. I really love the way it makes you jut your chest out. Oooh, so intimidating! Quit shaking, it's not that bad. The stretches are perfectly within your comfortable physical zone, I measured it all out. I just need you to get used to it. Trust me, after you've been in my shop for a few days, weeks, months, you'll get used to it.

Oh, speaking of 'used to,' I figure that we'd start small. A pair of micro-egg vibrators on your chest - you can thank me later for the 'blouse,' I was thinking of just leaving your chest bare - to just keep you teased. An attentive employee is a good employee. Got time to lean, got time to clean! And we'll probably have you on cleaning duty.

With those heels - oh, yes, they're pretty high, I must say - with those heels, you'll probably have some difficulty - just a bit, a teensy bit - walking. And combine that with the skirt, you're going to be rather immobile. Hence, why I have this mask. It goes... ah, see, there we go, it's just nylon, it slips right over your head, goes over the gag, mouth corset, and hood.... and - perfect! The white mask and the red lips and the little eyes... it's like any other mannequin, but , you know, much less creepy. Plus, it moves! A bit. We'll have you strapped up against that pole for the first day.

So, what do you think of your outfit? I told you, I'm the best.

I know exactly what you deserve.

3. Dating

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>How old is your ideal partner?

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>How long was your last relationship?

>How flexible are you?

>How long does the ideal relationship last?

>How much trust do you put in your partners?

>Do you have any pet names for your significant other?

>Would you be okay if your partner called you 'pet names' like "Kitten," "Slave", or "Pet"?

CANCEL, RESTART

>I'm sorry, I didn't get that! We're moving on to part three of our questionnaire.

>How good is your vision?

>Are you trained in self-defense?

>Is your social security number 551-15-9356?

>Is your address 1009 Otterbine Avenue?

>Do you currently live alone?

CLOSE WINDOW

>Do you secretly own a red ball-gag?

>Did you buy that skintight neoprene wetsuit for erotic purposes and not divine?

>Do you often chat with others about your desire to be called 'rubber-slut'?

>You selected CANON_295.jpg for your profile picture. Did you really mean MAID_SLAVE_fnts.png?

>Is the team already at your door?

...

>I'm sorry, are you still there?

...

>I'm guessing by your lack of response, you're busy. Can I ask a few more questions?

>Do you enjoy the restraints?

>Do you think that the straitjacket is the ideal way to transport captives, or would you prefer something else?

>When we first put on the gag, did you salivate, desperately craving it?

>If not, did you really think your resistance meant anything? Especially when we knew the whole time how much you craved being handled.

>On a scale from 1 to 10, how rough was your captor?

>Is the blindfold comfortable?

>Are the thick leather straps going over your catsuit tight enough? Would you prefer a different type of restraint?

>How do you want to be used?

>Are you close to climax?

>Already?

>How frequently did you fantasize about being strapped up like this?

>Do you actually read anything you sign online?

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1. Dare
"Truth or dare, Dahlia!" The screechy voice made Dahlia's neck-hair stand on end. It was insufferablel and gratiating. Dahlia would rather listen to fingernails scraping blackboard than listen to her roommate. Her teeth gritted and eyes slammed shut.

"Under no circumstances would I engage in your game. Because, first of all, it's a waste of time that I'd rather spend doing stuff, and number - and second of all, I'm not twelve anymore."

"C'mon!" Kendra's voice was screechy. Dahlia turned her head gently at first, her eyes still closed. She sighed; relaxation came not from her annoying roommate but the few moments of ocular bliss from shutting her eyes. For the first time in hours, her eyes rested, staring at neither notebook nor computer screen nor agonizing letters from professors.

"Fine, sure. Yeah. Totally. We'll play 'Truth or Dare.'" Dahlia's voice possessed a caustic wit about it.

Kendra's beamed. Her red hair, kept in a bun, bounced as she bounded over the filthy graduate dormitory. Pizza boxes, notes, letters, books and blankets had become a canopy separating old hardwood floors from the occupants of the dormitory. One could scarcely see the floor, yet Kendra, dressed for a night out despite her night in, moved without issue.

"Yeah. Truth or Dare. Like I'm twelve. Sounds good." Dahlia ran through mental justifications. It'll help me stretch out. It'll be fun. It'll be.... a waste of time, and a reason not to be working on writing up a lab report.

There was no bottle to spin. Kendra had a tiny metal object instead; it had a clamshell design, and was vaguely crescent-shaped. One side was rounded, the other side had a black slot, sealed shut. It looked like a compact makeup case, but completely chrome and with no obvious way of opening it.

Kendra idly spun it. It landed on her roommate.

"There are only two of us."

"It's only fair! Play by the rules!"

Dahlia swallowed, and took her jet-black hair down. She stretched. She hadn't bothered to get dressed.

"Truth."

"We haven't spun the thingy."

"Fine."

Kendra spun the tiny metallic object. It pointed towards the sighing Dahlia.

"Truth."

"See. Now it's appropriate! It's your real turn."

"I said truth."

"Why did your boyfriend leave you?"

An expression of dread, horror, and infuriation crossed Dahlia's face.

"What the shit? That's a completely inappropriate question."

"But you said truth."

"No, screw it. I'm not answering that."

FLASH.

The roommates arose. Dahlia's fingers had been covered in tape. Bright blue tape, indescribably thin, inexorably stretchy, irrevocably wrapped around her hands, and inexplicably shiny.

"How long was I out for?" Kendra seemed to have been unconscious for a moment. She had conveniently fallen over into a pile of clean shirts.

Aggravated and infuriated, the other was sitting still, completely still save the rage-induced vibrations.

A thick layer of tape wound 'round Dahlia's forehead and eyes. One needed only a glimpse to see her fury.

"Kendra."

"I'm here!"

"Why did you do this?"

"I didn't do anything."

"Untape me before I use my mittened hands to strangle you."

"I didn't do anything!"

"I didn't ask if you did anything, asshat. I told you to let me go."

Kendra cocked her head.

"I'm just playing by the rules. It said there'd be a flash." She spun the disc again. It landed on her.

"I'll pick dare!" Kendra perked.

"Untape me. Untape me, then tell me why you thought it would be funny to knock me out , blindfold me, and then tape up my freaking fingers like a 10-year-old."

"What happened to a 12-year-old?" Dahlia grinned, regardless of her roommate's tape blindfold. "No, you look fine like that.

FLASH.

When Dahlia rose her head, she only heard a loud groaning and a giggling. Someone was giggling, vigorously, through their nose and closed mouuth.

"Mmmph-ggnngh." Kendra beamed. She was overjoyed. A thin layer of blue-tape had circled her mouth, sealing her slightly-pouty smile behind a comfy, encompassing, thin layer of tape. She just wanted to nuzzle someone. She'd scream with joy, but this awesome "Truth or Dare" game had resulted in a nice change of pace. It felt nice, even! She liked this!

"Kendra, did you tape your mouth up?"

"Mm-mmm."

"No? You didn't?"

"Mmm-hmmm!"

"You... wait, what?"

A low, purring sound came from Kendra's affectionate form as she petted at her roommate. She was like a kitty. This was too much fun.

"Where did you get this things?" Dahlia grumpily batted at the silver device on the ground. It rotated, spun, and pointed at her.

Dahlia, gagged but not blinded, tried to moan. "It's your turn!" she would have said. "Truth or dare!" When the blindfolded Dahlia tried to get to her feet and quit the game, the toy activated again.

FLASH.

When Dahlia came to again, her mouth and eyes were both sealed beneath a layer of blue-tape. Her hands were behind her back, stretching her in a way she hadn't been stretched in weeks. Her breasts jutted out, her chest puffed up, and her arms were sealed behind her in a mockery of a prayer, pointing at her bottom. Which were, of course, lovingly layered, over and over and over, in blue tape. Useless. She wriggled for a bit, trying to get her balance.

It was tight. It was so lovingly tight. The embrace was pleasing, in its helplessness. A sense of panic mixed with the thrill of being able to simply roll around, arms completely sealed, face hidden and protected by a plastic shield, and...

Oh dear lord. "I'm thinking like that idiot Kendra." Dahlia thought to herself.

Meanwhile, Kendra was idly spinning the chrome pod. She wondered if the guy was coming back? Who was he again? The one who lent her the toy and said to have fun. He seemed nice. Was it a guy?

"Hey, Dahlia, do you remember what the guy who came to the door yesterday looked like?"

Dahlia's taped form wriggled and arched. She was sleekly bound, the tape highlighting her body and restraining her. Kendra ran her fingers over her arms. She loved the way the tape layered over each other strip so tightly, forming what felt like a single unit, only the ridges of the shrunken sheen giving away its nature. It felt nice.

Kendra span the item again. She didn't even say truth or dare. She was just kinda bored now. Dahlia couldn't respond. "Truth," Kendra said to herself.

"Uhh... truth... uh... okay, Kendra," she said to herself, "Who brought you this? Was it Dahlia's ex? Was it some robot-guy? Was it a wizard?"

Kendra answered her own question. "Well actually, Kendra, I can't answer that! I don't remember! But the person who dropped it off said that they'd be back soon to pick something up. So really I guess we'll have to wait and see! I'm sorry, I can't answer my own question!" she intoned, speaking to her reflection in the bluetape.

FLASH.

"Mmmpphgg mngh drrnggh?"

2. Shopping
Hello and welcome to my store. I am Alexial - Lexi, please. Yes, that Lexi.

No? You haven't heard of me? That's okay, that's no sin, dearie. I'll have you fixed up in a moment, though.

All right, come here, come, come. Let me take a look at you. Yes, you came in with a mission! You need an outfit that really suits your personally? A suit that suits you. Of course, dearie, of course. Let me examine you.

Hmmm....

Mmm-hmm....

Aaaaand... that.....

Aaaaaand lift your arm for me please? Dearie? A little higher. Ah, thank you.

I'm punching in your measurements now. Oh? Where am I- oh, it's a computer program that a friend of mine did. She's a lovely lady, she also owns her own company. Anyway, it's just punching in your profile, adding your score, checking your likes, your recent activity, surveillance feeds - hahah, just kidding, totally - yes dearie, here, and we have it.

No? You're not a fan of the outfit?

What about.... this one?

Aaaaand you don't like it. Really?

This one?

This one has some good color.

Too expensive?

Too small?

Okay, okay, Lexi has you. Lexi's got an idea for you. Here, come to the dressing room.

***

And we're done! Don't you like it? What do you mean you don't? You say no?

See, the best part of your outfit is the corset. I mean, sure, it's a corset, it's old-fashioned, but it's not too tight, right? Just tight enough. Tight enough to remind you of what you're doing here, and how, you know, I'm a professional. Tight enough to .... yes, there, let me lace it up... tight enough to keep you occupied.

And the rest really ties it all together! Heheh. Ties. Yes, it binds it together. That's vinyl, it is, the skirt at least. It's supposed to keep your legs snug. No, not immobile, when - when , dearie - when I decide I need some help around the shop, you'll be able to move a bit. But it's quite high grade, you see; you'll have great difficulty ripping it. Or just walking. I love the way you it hugs your hips. You do have a nice waistline, now, thanks to that corset. No, don't try and run, you'll just wobble.

Ah, the hobble skirt goes over the thigh-highs. Yes, they're all strapped up. That's the fashion now, dearie! It takes that 90s and early 2000s hardcore leather and gives it a more glamorous, modern, and professional look. You look like what you deserve to be, not some crazy dominatrix out on the town, which you are not.

The armbinder I'm really proud of. No, it's not vinyl, it's canvas with vinyl trim. It breathes a little better. I really love the way it makes you jut your chest out. Oooh, so intimidating! Quit shaking, it's not that bad. The stretches are perfectly within your comfortable physical zone, I measured it all out. I just need you to get used to it. Trust me, after you've been in my shop for a few days, weeks, months, you'll get used to it.

Oh, speaking of 'used to,' I figure that we'd start small. A pair of micro-egg vibrators on your chest - you can thank me later for the 'blouse,' I was thinking of just leaving your chest bare - to just keep you teased. An attentive employee is a good employee. Got time to lean, got time to clean! And we'll probably have you on cleaning duty.

With those heels - oh, yes, they're pretty high, I must say - with those heels, you'll probably have some difficulty - just a bit, a teensy bit - walking. And combine that with the skirt, you're going to be rather immobile. Hence, why I have this mask. It goes... ah, see, there we go, it's just nylon, it slips right over your head, goes over the gag, mouth corset, and hood.... and - perfect! The white mask and the red lips and the little eyes... it's like any other mannequin, but , you know, much less creepy. Plus, it moves! A bit. We'll have you strapped up against that pole for the first day.

So, what do you think of your outfit? I told you, I'm the best.

I know exactly what you deserve.

3. Dating

>Welcome to VeriDate, the dating website for Real People! Please register below using our interactive softare based on Cleverbot's heuristics! Guaranteed to find you the date you most deserve. E-Mail: lvxmahogany@boxmail.com
Password: *******

>Your password is 'LatexHive991'?

CONFIRM

>Thanks a lot! We're redirecting you to our premier plus site! Please carefully read the terms and conditions below, check the box, and click 'confirm'.

CONFIRM

>We're setting you up with the following questions. Please answer them completely truthfully - the more information we have, the easier it will be to set you up with your ideal match!

>What is your sex?

>What is your favorite color?

>Choose four hobbies from the list.

>What is your favorite material?

>How old is your ideal partner?

>How much control does your ideal partner have over your life?

CONFIRM

>Thanks! We're moving on to part two of our questionnaire!

>How long was your last relationship?

>How flexible are you?

>How long does the ideal relationship last?

>How much trust do you put in your partners?

>Do you have any pet names for your significant other?

>Would you be okay if your partner called you 'pet names' like "Kitten," "Slave", or "Pet"?

CANCEL, RESTART

>I'm sorry, I didn't get that! We're moving on to part three of our questionnaire.

>How good is your vision?

>Are you trained in self-defense?

>Is your social security number 551-15-9356?

>Is your address 1009 Otterbine Avenue?

>Do you currently live alone?

CLOSE WINDOW

>Do you secretly own a red ball-gag?

>Did you buy that skintight neoprene wetsuit for erotic purposes and not divine?

>Do you often chat with others about your desire to be called 'rubber-slut'?

>You selected CANON_295.jpg for your profile picture. Did you really mean MAID_SLAVE_fnts.png?

>Is the team already at your door?

...

>I'm sorry, are you still there?

...

>I'm guessing by your lack of response, you're busy. Can I ask a few more questions?

>Do you enjoy the restraints?

>Do you think that the straitjacket is the ideal way to transport captives, or would you prefer something else?

>When we first put on the gag, did you salivate, desperately craving it?

>If not, did you really think your resistance meant anything? Especially when we knew the whole time how much you craved being handled.

>On a scale from 1 to 10, how rough was your captor?

>Is the blindfold comfortable?

>Are the thick leather straps going over your catsuit tight enough? Would you prefer a different type of restraint?

>How do you want to be used?

>Are you close to climax?

>Already?

>How frequently did you fantasize about being strapped up like this?

>Do you actually read anything you sign online?