The mall was deserted. It was late at night, nearly one in the morning. Luckily for Katy, she had a key to the building since she opened the restaurant she worked at in the morning.

But sneaking into her restaurant was not her goal: she had her eyes set on a much more lucrative shop to sneak into. As she walked through the mall, she felt her heart pounding as the security cameras watched her hooded and masked head. She knew she wasn’t setting off alarms, but if someone bothered to rewatch the footage, they would only see a young lady with her hood up, glasses on and a face mask over her face. No way they could pinpoint that it was her.

That was what Katy intended. She wanted to steal some stuff very private to her, and to do so anonymously. What better way than early in the morning when the place was deserted?

Katy stopped in front of a shop. The shop was ironically called Katy’s, which Katy had frequently been made fun of for. The contents of the shop were what got Katy’s attention though, which is why having the store be the same name is what got her made fun of. 

The store was an adult kink store, with a heavy lean towards bondage-themed items. Katy herself was a hidden kink, which made it even more uncomfortable for her when her friends would pick on her, saying “Oh look it’s Katy’s store”. Katy would flush, praying that they wouldn’t notice how embarrassed she was.

Katy had always wanted to go into the store, but she was mortified that someone would recognize her and assume that she was a kink. All of her favorite bondage dreams were right within reach, except for the other people. This was the solution: show up at one in the morning, grab some stuff, leave money on the counter and then dip. Nobody would be the wiser.

There was a large metal gate over the storefront to keep people out. Katy had planned for this,‘borrowing’ a ring of keys from a janitor. The fifth key she tried worked, and she pulled the metal gate up over her head, revealing the door. Taking another key from the ring, she opened the main door, the bell tinkling softly as she stepped into the shop.

Something she knew about this store is that there weren’t any cameras inside. She supposed that the shop owner knew that people would want their privacy in such a sensitive store, and she was glad of it. Once she crossed the threshold, Katy knew she could take her disguise off. She tossed her head back, letting her red hair fall around her shoulders in happy little curls.

Looking around, Katy was instantly turned on. There were hundreds, no, thousands of kinky toys and items that Katy had only dreamt about since she discovered she was a kink herself. There were belts hanging in neat rows, there were handcuffs and shackles organized on shelves, there were dozens and dozens of gags arranged down the entire length of an aisle, there were piles of rope, all coiled neatly and with little labels for whatever niche bondage adventure the buyer wanted to go on.

She set her backpack down against the counter and slowly walked towards a little display. There was a pair of handcuffs bolted to a table with a sign that said, ‘lock yourself in for service!’. Katy whistled softly between her teeth; instead of a bell, the customer could get to experience a little bit of happy helplessness waiting for service. This place was hardcore.

Getting started, Katy went down the gag aisle, looking for something that intrigued her. She looked at the ball gags, arranged in order of size, shaking her head. She enjoyed them, but she wanted something a little harder for her to get off her head. She was looking for one of the panel gags that she had seen in bondage videos, one with belts that circled all the way around your head and held it in place, no matter how hard you pulled at it.

Right at the end of the aisle was a section on panel gags. Katy found one with a medium-sized red latex ball, attached to the inside of the panel. Taking a deep breath, Katy opened her mouth and slid the ball in, slowly strapping the belts around her face.

After a minute of finnicking with the tightness, Katy walked over to a mirror to see what she looked like with a gag. She gasped when she saw herself. The gag looked like it had been made for her face, every belt laid exactly where it should’ve, the panel was the perfect size for her mouth, and the ball she was biting down on kept her mouth just wide enough to be uncomfortable, but not painful. Katy was so excited by her first find that she decided to leave it on for the rest of her ‘shopping spree’.

Everything else that Katy found was just as good as the gag. As drool slowly dribbled down her chin, Katy found a set of belts, a leather body harness, a leather blindfold, a leather collar and a set of remote-control vibrators. Once she had everything, she decided to go look at the main piece of equipment that she had really wanted to get. A leather armbinder.

In order to practice self-bondage with an armbinder, Katy also needed a set of robotic zippers that would snap onto zippers and slide up and down remotely. Katy quickly found a set and broke open the package. Then, strolling down the aisle of armbinders, Katy selected one that was “Made for slim women, between 5’ 6” and 5’ 8” tall.” Katy decided on this one since it would be a little smaller than her recommended size, but still pretty comfortable.

Taking it off the shelf, Katy ignored the price tag. She thought about pulling it off but decided that she should wait to decide what armbinder she wanted before she pulled the tag off. She snapped the zipper bots onto the zipper and pressed the button, joyously watching as the zipper moved up and down smoothly, the bot hardly struggling. Katy took a deep breath through her nose, the drool from her gag still dribbling happily down her chin, and began to strap the armbinder in place.

Katy crossed the two chest straps over her chest, letting the armbinder hang behind her back. She pressed the button on the remote to lower the zipper, then pushed her arms into the armbinder. They slid in smoothly, along with the remote that she still held in her hands, inside the little pocket at the end of the armbinder. Taking another deep breath, Katy pressed the ‘up’ button. The zipper slowly crept upwards, locking Katy’s arms in place. She squirmed and shifted her arms as the armbinder slowly sealed over her arms, making sure they were where the needed to be.

Katy smiled to herself as the zipper continued upwards. This was perfect. It was just the right size, and there was no way for her to escape it once it was completed. As the zipper made it to the top, Katy’s smile faltered. She tried to release the ‘up’ button, but her thumb was pinned against it when the armbinder had tightened the pocket. Katy’s excitement turned to panic as she heard the robot ‘click’ ‘click’ ‘click’ as it reached the end of the zipper, still trying to keep going up. Katy twisted her arm to try to release the ‘up’ button, but it was too late. The robot broke past the end of the zipper, falling off and clattering on the floor.

Katy stood frozen in place, her eyes wide as she looked down at the little bot sitting on the floor, still trying to go ‘up’. She had just lost her only way out of the armbinder, and she was now stuck in an armbinder, breaking into the store. Katy sat still, thinking hard. She tentatively tried to get out of the armbinder, but the leather held her fast. It fit her nearly perfectly, just a little bit tight. There was no way she would be able to get out of it.

Katy thought about leaving, just going home and trying to find a way to cut it off. She walked over to her backpack and, with a lot more effort than should have been necessary, managed to pick it up and sling one belt over her neck. It was still filled with bondage gear, so she would be stealing now, rather than buying in secret. But Katy didn’t care, she only wanted to get out of the situation and into someplace private. She walked over to the door, her arms still pinned behind her. She leaned down and tried to turn the doorknob, but to her horror, it was locked. She had locked the door behind her when she came in, and now she was stuck. Katy looked around for the key, but they were inside her backpack. She slid the pack off her back and tried to get the zipper open, but she couldn’t get grip on with the mass of leather over her hands, especially with how tight they were pressed together inside the armbinder.

AND Katy had left the gag on. She couldn’t use her mouth to bite down on the zipper and move it that way. Katy was stuck in the store that she had broken into, her arms bound tightly behind her back and her mouth stuck open with a red ball gag and a panel over it. She was caught in her very own fantasies, and discovered she didn’t really like it. Her secret was going to get out, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Katy now had to get comfortable until the store opened in the morning, and pray that the first person into the shop would understand her predicament…

To Be Continued tomorrow! As a little hint, tomorrow’s words are Distraction/Tethered, so hopefully that excites you for what comes next!

Hope you enjoyed reading!

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