Sexy alt model Sasha Moon enters, her silky spandex leotard and leggings shimmering in the brightly lit room. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, full of anticipation. She was ready for whatever Shiny had in store for her today.

Shiny entered, a bl*ck leather bag slung over his shoulder. "Mmm, don't you look good enough to eat," he purred, setting the bag down as he approached Sasha. "Let's get you all trussed up shall we?"

Sasha nodded eagerly, a thrill running through her body. This was what she lived for - to be restrained, muzzled, and objectified for Shiny's pleasure.

He reached into the bag and pulled out a large sponge, about the size of a raquetball. "Open wide," he commanded. Sasha obliged, her heart racing. Shiny delicately pushed the sponge into her mouth, stretching her jaw wide. She could taste the texture on her tongue.

"Good girl," Shiny praised. He then produced a heavy leather muzzle, a thick bl*ck device emblazoned with silver studs. He pulled it over Sasha's face, latching it snugly behind her head and around her neck. The sponge was now firmly packed in her mouth, muffling any sounds she tried to make. Her breathing quickened audibly through her nose.

Shiny smiled in approval at his handiwork. Sasha's eyes glittered above the muzzle, looking up at him in submissive surrender.

Next, he took out a pair of wrist cuffs. The thick leather creaked as he locked them tightly around Sasha's slender wrists. He pulled her arms behind her back, eliciting a muffled moan from her stuffed mouth. The cuffs were locked together with a standard padlock, ensuring her arms remained securely restrained.

Shiny moved down to Sasha's ankles, encircling them with matching leather cuffs. He locked these together as well, hobbling her legs close together. Sasha shifted from foot to foot, finding her movements severely restricted.

"On the table," Shiny instructed, giving her bottom a sharp smack. Sasha yelped into the muzzle but obeyed, carefully hoisting herself up on the cool hard surface of the marble table. Her spandex-clad thighs trembled slightly.

Shiny produced a wide leather belt, about 3 inches thick. He wrapped this around Sasha's upper thighs, below the curve of her *ss. The leather creaked as he cinched the belt as tight as he could, her legs now c*mpletely immobilized.

"Hold still," he cautioned, moving up to her torso. Another wide leather belt was wrapped around her midsection, locking her arms in place against her back. Sasha felt the bands of leather tighten, restricting her ability to move at all.

Shiny grasped her by the shoulders, rolling her over onto her stomach. He pulled her ankles up behind her, chaining them to her wrists. The links clinked together as her body was bent in a tight arch, ankles towards her back. Sasha's spandex leotard rode up, exposing the pert globes of her *ss. Shiny gave them an appreciative groan and squeeze.

One last chain was threaded through the muzzle and locked to her arms, drawing her head back. Sasha's back bowed and breasts pressed into the table, straining against the shiny spandex. She was fully immobilized, utterly helpless - just the way she craved it.

Shiny admired his handiwork, trailing his hands over Sasha's restrained form. He cupped her breasts, feeling their weight, her diamond-hard nipples poking into his palms through the thin material. He kneaded the soft mounds, drawing muffled whimpers from her.

His other hand caressed down her quivering stomach to her bound thighs and *ss. He gave a sharp slap to her cheeks, watching them jiggle. Sasha squirmed and moaned, her body writhing as much as her bonds would allow.

Shiny pressed himself against her back, his hardness nestling against her spandex-clad rump. His breath was hot against her neck as he murmured, "Look at you, all trussed up for me like a l*ttle spandex doll. I'm going to keep you like this all day long." Her brain instantly went to mush, even knowing full well he didn't mean it.

Sasha shuddered with need, tears of arousal pr*cking at her eyes. The haze of subspace was already settling in, her mind drifting from the intensity of her predicament. She had never felt so deliciously helpless, a living ornament, c*mpletely at Shiny's mercy.

..And she loved every second of it.

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