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1

"I'll be on set soon, I've just left my place. Hey, can I call you back? Some crazy bitch in fancy dress won't stop hovering over me. I don't know, some cop outfit. Cuffs and everything. It's hilarious. Oi! What's the deal? You lost? Hey- Hey, get your fucking hands off me!"

2

"What the fuck is going on? She grabbed me first, I barely touched her! I know my rights! Where are you taking my stuff? That jacket's worth more than you make in a month you know! What kind of police station is this?"

Cara stood in disbelief as she was manhandled around the lobby of the plain concrete building, especially after her tumultuous journey over in what she was beginning to suspect was not a real police car. She gradually begin to realise that no amount of shouting was going to get any of these people to listen to her pleas, but it might just be worth a shot anyway. The final straw was drawn, however, when they approached her holding a shiny, rubbery garment and began to undress her... What on Earth was going on?

3

Cara couldn't believe her eyes as she was methodically undressed and re-clothed in a skin-tight latex catsuit and an absurd collar that could only be described as more of a neck corset, in her professional opinion. Her new getup was completed with heeled boots, tight mittens muting her hand movements, and even tighter cuffs all over her body. Her already useless arms were fastened to to a tight belt around her stomach, acting as a corset in its own right due to it's tightness. Unbeknownst to Cara, her suit was branded with her name from this point onwards, #14258. The cherry on top? A large red ball gag shoved right into her mouth, completely obstructing any further screams and shouts. The 'cop' who arrested her chirped up for the first time since clumsily subduing Cara into the back of her poorly-disguised sedan. She had just finished fastening a solid steel bar between Cara's ankles and decided to have a little fun with the Institute's newest 'client'.

"So, 14258, if you come with me right now, you'll get the nice room. It's cushty compared to the rest of this place, the bondage is slightly less agonising than our other options. You'll still be able to see straight this time tomorrow, put it that way. However, I'll let you go right now if you can make it to the other side of the room within 30 seconds. But if you fall, you're going in the sin bin. You don't want to see the sin bin. There are worse cells to be in, but not by much."

Cara hedged her bets and bolted for the door. Unsurprisingly given her predicament, she barely made it 10 paces before hitting the deck.

"Sin bin it is." Laughed the 'cop'.

4

Cara's arms were squeezed into a tight armbinder, and she herself was fastened in to an equally restricting metal frame. The guards cackled as they slammed the door to the cell, leaving Cara alone with her thoughts for God-knows how long. Just an hour ago she was on her way to work, and now this? She tried to pinch herself to wake up from this nightmare, but her latex gloved-hands underneath the rubber mittens within the armbinder had no chance of squeezing anything, let alone moving at all under all those layers. More drool escaped from Cara's lips, which were unable to contain it thanks to her ball gag. How had she ended up here? Was this a case of mistaken identity? Had one of her fashion rivals set her up in this perverted prison so that she would miss the upcoming runway event? Either way, Cara would have a long time to think about her predicament...

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Here's the full version. Running a little engagement test with this story to see what sticks with you guys the most. Hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think! I'm aware that a lot of the content I've put out lately is paid stuff so I want to get back into posting on DA semi-regularly for free short stories and one-offs like I used to. What fate beholds poor Cara? Continued subjugation? Conversion to a domme character? (I like both)

Cara model is Paula for G8F by the uber-talented Devandvan, available at devandvan.com/

Description
1

"I'll be on set soon, I've just left my place. Hey, can I call you back? Some crazy bitch in fancy dress won't stop hovering over me. I don't know, some cop outfit. Cuffs and everything. It's hilarious. Oi! What's the deal? You lost? Hey- Hey, get your fucking hands off me!"

2

"What the fuck is going on? She grabbed me first, I barely touched her! I know my rights! Where are you taking my stuff? That jacket's worth more than you make in a month you know! What kind of police station is this?"

Cara stood in disbelief as she was manhandled around the lobby of the plain concrete building, especially after her tumultuous journey over in what she was beginning to suspect was not a real police car. She gradually begin to realise that no amount of shouting was going to get any of these people to listen to her pleas, but it might just be worth a shot anyway. The final straw was drawn, however, when they approached her holding a shiny, rubbery garment and began to undress her... What on Earth was going on?

3

Cara couldn't believe her eyes as she was methodically undressed and re-clothed in a skin-tight latex catsuit and an absurd collar that could only be described as more of a neck corset, in her professional opinion. Her new getup was completed with heeled boots, tight mittens muting her hand movements, and even tighter cuffs all over her body. Her already useless arms were fastened to to a tight belt around her stomach, acting as a corset in its own right due to it's tightness. Unbeknownst to Cara, her suit was branded with her name from this point onwards, #14258. The cherry on top? A large red ball gag shoved right into her mouth, completely obstructing any further screams and shouts. The 'cop' who arrested her chirped up for the first time since clumsily subduing Cara into the back of her poorly-disguised sedan. She had just finished fastening a solid steel bar between Cara's ankles and decided to have a little fun with the Institute's newest 'client'.

"So, 14258, if you come with me right now, you'll get the nice room. It's cushty compared to the rest of this place, the bondage is slightly less agonising than our other options. You'll still be able to see straight this time tomorrow, put it that way. However, I'll let you go right now if you can make it to the other side of the room within 30 seconds. But if you fall, you're going in the sin bin. You don't want to see the sin bin. There are worse cells to be in, but not by much."

Cara hedged her bets and bolted for the door. Unsurprisingly given her predicament, she barely made it 10 paces before hitting the deck.

"Sin bin it is." Laughed the 'cop'.

4

Cara's arms were squeezed into a tight armbinder, and she herself was fastened in to an equally restricting metal frame. The guards cackled as they slammed the door to the cell, leaving Cara alone with her thoughts for God-knows how long. Just an hour ago she was on her way to work, and now this? She tried to pinch herself to wake up from this nightmare, but her latex gloved-hands underneath the rubber mittens within the armbinder had no chance of squeezing anything, let alone moving at all under all those layers. More drool escaped from Cara's lips, which were unable to contain it thanks to her ball gag. How had she ended up here? Was this a case of mistaken identity? Had one of her fashion rivals set her up in this perverted prison so that she would miss the upcoming runway event? Either way, Cara would have a long time to think about her predicament...

-----

Here's the full version. Running a little engagement test with this story to see what sticks with you guys the most. Hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think! I'm aware that a lot of the content I've put out lately is paid stuff so I want to get back into posting on DA semi-regularly for free short stories and one-offs like I used to. What fate beholds poor Cara? Continued subjugation? Conversion to a domme character? (I like both)

Cara model is Paula for G8F by the uber-talented Devandvan, available at devandvan.com/