“So, how’s it look?”

 

Both my Dom and the shop owner stopped whispering to each other to look me up and down. They both grinned at me, covered from neck to high-heeled toe in the black latex catsuit. 

“It looks fantastic,” my Dom exclaimed. “Come, see for yourself.” They led me to a large mirror near the front of the store, though I wasn’t sure why; there was a perfectly good mirror in the changing room. I’d already seen it. Regardless, I obediently followed and once again admired my latex-covered form and tried to ignore the bits of myself I was less confident about. 

“Here, let’s see it with the hood,” my partner urged, handing it to me. 

My Dom had already removed the blindfold component (though I still wouldn’t be able to see much through the tight mesh over the eyes), but they’d left the gag part in.

 

“Are you sure I’m allowed to try it with the gag attachment?”

 

The owner cut in. “Yes, yes, your Dominant here has already arranged payment for the complete outfit.”

 

I thought that was a rather strange way to put it, but I shrugged it off. I trusted my Dom completely. I put the hood on, gag and all, and felt it encase my head. I breathed a soft sigh of relief once I got the air holes lined up properly with my nostrils. I couldn’t see my reflection very well in the mirror through the mesh, even without the blindfold, but my suspicions that the muffled sounds I heard were a very positive reaction were confirmed when I heard the words “absolutely stunning” in my Dom’s voice right in my ear. 

I started automatically following where they were leading me before I realized that they had led me up a couple of steps. This was not the way back to the change room…

 

I consulted the mental map of the store in my head and realized-

 

“Yes, my dear, you’re in the display window. This is how we’re going to pay for that lovely outfit you’re wearing. A few hours in here and we’ll be good to go! Now, just be a good doll for me…”

 

They snapped their fingers as they said the word “doll,” and I felt my body freeze. I couldn’t move a muscle, other than to speak or breathe, and the gag had taken care of my ability to speak. I let out a few garbled, unintelligible protests before giving up; I had no choice but to obey. I was nothing but a sex store display mannequin. 

My Dom started moving my traitorous arms, which moved smoothly and easily under their power while steadfastly refusing my own. Once my body was arranged into a humiliatingly provocative pose that I was helpless to shift or adjust, my Dom gave me some parting words. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll come change your position every so often and you’ll get a break in an hour or two if you’re a good, cooperative doll for me. Until then, we’re counting on you to sell plenty of catsuits! See you in a bit…”