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JUST A FICTIONAL STORY. NOT BASED ON REAL PEOPLE, EVENTS, OR LOCATIONS. NOT A PLAN OF ANY FORM.
Chapter Seven
“Almost done, Babe. Then you can play.” That terrified her even more. What did this man mean by ‘play?’ He was really going to treat her like a fucking dog? Sara bit down on her ball and looked up with worry at the big man. He was massive. He had to be over six feet tall, or maybe he just looked like that because she was on the floor. The man walked around her and studied her. She just stayed as still as she could, except for her eyes which followed him. Sara could feel where the tears had streamed down her cheeks in all directions, but they were drying now.
The man then walked back over to that blue gym bag and came back with another leather belt, only this one was far wider than the others. He came up from behind her and pulled it underneath her belly, then pulled it together at the back. The inside layer of the belt had a soft rubbery feel to it, but the outside had the same scary black leather look as all of the of the leather cuffs. The belt had four separate buckles on it, all of which he tightened more than she could take. It was like a corset. With each click and a snap Sara would let out another gasp for air, and soon she felt the effect of the belt. Every attempt to get a good breath of air was cut short. That wasn’t all though, the belt’s tightness caused a lot of pain in her abdomen and it’s rigid shape would make it difficult for her to twist her torso.
The man reached back into the bag for yet another weapon to torture her. She watched as he pulled out a tall and straight black collar. The man put one hand on her bare ass to keep her where she stood, while the other brought the collar’s opening up and around her thin neck. The collar was tall and forced her to tilt her head back in order to fit it correctly. With three small buckles at the rear the collar was locked into place around Sara’s neck. When his hands left her throat to return to the bag, she tested it’s leniency. The collar was tall and cupped her throat, with a lip that ran an inch or so below he chin and jaw line. On all fours as she was, Sara was given only the option to look straight ahead or about forty-five degrees to the left or the right.
Sara’s attention returned to the man as he walked back over to her carrying the widest net of assorted leather straps and buckles. “Close to home, now” he said. The man stood above her aligning the pieces of the leather net in the way that he needed it, and then he draped it over her like it was a blanket. Going to work, she realized what this piece of the contraption was. The leather straps would come together as a harness at the end, she could feel them tightening more and more as he set everything into place. One wide strap was run from a hitch on the leather corset, and diverged into several straps running into different directions. Two ran over her shoulders and travelled down to meet at the center above her breasts. From there they went down all the way to her private parts. Sara squealed with anxiety as she felt his attention come back to her unprotected vagina, but the man seemed not to mind. The strap ended with a metal ring above her slit, and from there he ran another pair down and around her pussy lips. The straps didn’t come into contact with her parts, but instead just bypassed them. The pussy straps merged together again at another ring, from which a last strap reconnected everything back to the rear end of the corset. Additional straps above and below her breasts wrapped around her torso to connect the front and back of the main strap, squeezing her even more. Another ran along the contours of her hips from the ring above her intimate parts. A pair of very short leather straps also ran from the harness near her shoulder on her back out to each of her upper arm cuffs. The result Sara would find was that she was unable to move her arm in certain directions. The straps limited her arms in how far they could move away from her torso, further reinforcing her dehumanization.
Sara couldn’t believe this had happened. Within an hour this man had forced her into this... costume, and had stolen every shred of dignity she had. She stood there on all fours, cowering and shaking and wishing that she could just go back home. Instead she was locked into the most intricate and dehumanizing suit that anyone could possibly dream up. Sara was terrified of what the man was going to do to her next. Would he rape her? Could he do something worse? If he was then why would he go through all of this? The man was twice her size and if he wanted to fuck her he’d had so many chances already. He had a bigger plan than just fucking her, that was crystal clear. Thinking about that scared her even more.
“Now let’s fix that hair, huh Girl?” he cooed to her. Sara certainly didn’t like the idea of this crazy giant playing with her hair, but she understood now that she was at his mercy. She felt the man’s big hands start to pull her golden hair out from under the gag, and allow it to cascade around her shoulders. He continued until he was sure that every strand was free of the leather strap at the back of her neck. His big hands played with it for a little while, and what happened next caught Sara by complete surprise. The man pulled her hair back and slowly pulled a brush through it, gently combing out all of the little knots that had formed through her horrific ordeal. At first Sara was confused, but after a minute the brushing began to soothe her. For a few minutes she closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of the brush running through her long, blonde hair. It felt nice to let go for a little while, even knowing that this nice feeling was being brought on by the same person who’d caused so many bad feelings.
The man brushed Sara’s hair for a good ten minutes, until her hair was perfectly straight and falling nicely to the sides of her face. She thought it felt strange to have her hair fall straight down while she was on all fours. Her shiny golden hair fell only a few inches short of the floor, and partially blocked her view to the left and right of her. But her captor wasn’t finished quite yet. Kneeling behind her, he parted her hair down the center and with a pair of elastic bands he tied her hair into two side-ponytails. Poor Sara felt ridiculous, he had her dressed up like a dog, and her hair now made her feel like a fucking four year old.
“Looks good, Pup” he told her with a laugh. She guessed her could sense her discomfort with it. “We’re going to keep the ball for now... But we can change it up later. Once your new outfit comes in, for sure. Should be about a week.” What the hell was he talking about? Another outfit? She hoped to god that it was nothing like this one. Maybe it wouldn’t be as restraining and give her the means to escape. “And don’t worry, I didn’t forget that my little puppy likes bows.” The man pulled a big pink bow down onto her left ponytail, and fixed it into place with the elastic hair-tie it was attached to. Sara didn’t understand why he was doing this to her. There couldn’t be much more to go, and she was horrified of what would happen to her once he finished dressing her up like a dog.
The man quickly attached a second pink ribbon to her right ponytail, and then stood back up to tower over her. Sara felt pathetically small to the man. Trapped in this torturous dog costume, her head rested only about two feet from the floor. He however, was a giant. She couldn’t decide if he was really that big or if it just looked like that to her, being so low to the ground.
“Alright girl, you’re all dressed. Now I’m gonna go get some sleep, one of us had to drive all night haha.” That made Sara even more afraid. Just how far from home could she be? “I’m going to let you stay in here while I’m gone. Be a good girl for Master.” With that he walked over to the white door and exited, leaving Sara completely alone. She didn’t know what to do with herself, so just stood there in the center of rooms. A minute passed by and she began to feel unbelievably ridiculous. Here she was dressed up in this disgusting costume made of rubber and leather, crawling on all fours, with a big ball locked in her mouth, and her hair dressed up like it was her first day of kindergarten. And to make it worse, she practically let him do this to her. That hurt the most.
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