Warning: This story features non-consensual bondage content.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 22 of Kinktober 2024 using the prompt words Isolation and Store.

The sweet scent of incense permeated the air. The walls and shelves were packed full of oddities: dreamcatchers, crystals, lava lamps, herbal remedies, scented candles. I had passed by this New Age store many times in the past, but never made the time to actually explore inside. Until today, thanks to signs out front advertising deep discounts.

I walked up to the register where a girl with short green hair and a lip piercing was looking at her phone.

“Hi! Do you have anything for... I dunno how I'd explain it. Mindfulness? Like yoga or spirit crystals or something.”

The girl looked up at me with utter disdain. From an open door behind her, a pretty woman wearing a colourful shawl with light brown hair in a bun walked out.

“Hello there. I’m Diane, the owner of this store. I couldn’t help but overhear and I think I have something you’d be interested in. It’s a special deep meditation service we call the ‘Soul Dive’. Many have described it as- Well see for yourself. We have a guestbook. Here.”

She handed me a small booklet in which previous customers had left testimonials. I skimmed through remarks like “life changing experience” and “cleansed me of all the mental baggage holding me back”. Every entry increased my interest, as it put my desire into words in a way that I couldn’t.

“We’re retiring this service soon unfortunately since we have to downsize. This might be your last opportunity for it. We're currently offering 50% off for the ultimate exp-”

“I’ll do it!”

The ‘Soul Dive’ room had an alcove in the back wall, within which was a large pearl-white oval tank, half-filled with water.

"For this session you will be wearing a full-body isolation suit. You look like a small-medium... here we are! It’ll be a tight fit, so you will need to fully strip. Including underwear. If you have trouble getting it on give me a shout.”

I felt a little awkward about getting totally naked in the presence of a stranger, even behind a curtain. But I was keen to try this experience so I powered through.

Once I was down to my birthday suit I stepped into the suit legs. It was a real squeeze getting the stretchy rubber material on. The small-medium size felt more on the ‘small’ side.

“Uhh... a little help might be needed.”

I stood facing away to hide my naked front, leaving a view of my butt crack poking out from the suit legs. Diane came round with her hands coated with talcum powder.

“Yeek!”

Her hands grabbed and rubbed all over my buttcheeks, then slid up my back. She tugged the isolation suit up.

“This is admittedly a bit small for you, but a medium would be too big. Better to lean on the small side~”

She repeated the process of coating her hands in powder, rubbing it over my naked body, and pulling up the suit. Including a copious amount applied to my bared breasts from behind. I meekly stayed quiet, trusting that her constant touching of my body was necessary.

Eventually I was fully suited up. It really did cover just about everything, including a hood over my head and hair. The only gap was a circular opening at the front for my face. There were a few odd strips and bumps and hoops around the suit at various spots, subtle enough to not feel them.

The whole thing was so snug that I still felt naked. My body’s shape was very much visible, with my breasts and butt prominent under the clinging shiny material. It tucked in uncomfortably far up my buttcrack and formed a camel-toe at the front.

Diane led me over to the open tank and helped me clamber in over the lip. I expected a cold shock on touching the water, but instead felt almost nothing. The temperature perfectly matched my body heat. It was only the slight splash and strong buoyancy that told me water was beneath me.

While I floated beneath Diane, trying not to look too much at her chest, she began the next step. She stretched out thin elastic straps affixed to the inside rim of the tank. Each one was pulled in and attached to my isolation suit, either within a clasp snapping closed, or by threading it inside some string of loops running around the outside of my suit.

Straps stretched out and attached to me from the entire tank perimeter. Diane methodically tightened and loosened them, mostly tightening, until all of them were fully taut and pulling me with equally distributed force. I was held absolutely still in the exact centre of the tank, unable to drift even a millimetre in any direction.

Most of the loop-held straps were carefully placed to restrict my ability to move. My arms, wrists and fingers were fastened to my sides. My legs were strapped strictly to each other. Straps gripped my toes and my hood, so that I couldn’t even waggle them.

“All of this is designed to remove any possibility for physical movement of any sort. We want to remove all possible distractions. Which brings us to your other senses...”

Diane lifted up a black panel with a small round ball inside it. “Open up please.”

“W... wait this is all starting to feel a litt-nnghhh!”

She pressed the panel down on my mouth. The small ball slipped inside, nudging against my tongue. The panel perfectly slotted into the lower half of the hood opening, allowing her to pull a tiny zipper that zipped them together.

The outer side of the panel had an air pump attached. She grasped it and started squeezing.

“Mmph? Mmmmh!!”

With each pump the ball in my mouth inflated. It grew and grew, suppressing my tongue and stifling my complaining moans.

“It’s important you can’t talk or distract yourself with your tongue. This will ensure your mouth is as motionless as the rest of your body.”

“Mmmmmmh!”

From the other room I heard the green-haired girl shouting out.

“Hey Diane I just got a strange call about loan payments or something.”

“What did they say exactly? There was a letter about it last week that I already...”

The two chatted back-and-forth about some business dealings. All the while Diane was still absent-mindedly pumping air into my gag. I was getting awfully stuffed up, my cheeks ballooning out uncomfortably.

“Hmmmgh!”

I tried to get her attention, failing as she continued her conversation. This pressure felt far beyond what was necessary. Eventually she concluded her chat and turned back to me, unaware of how excessive she had made the gag size.

“Ok nearly ready. Now we have...”

She lifted up a black piece of leather shaped like a blindfold. As she lowered it towards my eyes, I moaned frantically at her about my terribly overstuffed mouth.

“Don’t worry. Just relax and you’ll get used to not being able to see.”

My eyes were covered and my vision vanished. The blindfold was zipped onto the hood the same as the gag, leaving only my nose uncovered.

“Alright since you selected the ultimate experience option that means you’ll be staying in here for 3 hours. Skye or I will be checking on you regularly. So until we talk again, settle in and enjoy the journey!”

Finally Diane twisted a tiny handle on either side of my hood, causing small ear plugs to slot inside my ears. I couldn’t see, hear or feel anything, except for a tiny rumble that I deduced was Diane closing the tank’s lid over me.

I was so thoroughly bound and gagged and locked down that my immediate instinct was to get out. I struggled and shook but I was so strictly strapped in from all sides that it didn’t feel like I was moving at all. Minutes passed and I stopping trying.

It didn’t feel like there was water anymore. It didn’t feel like there was an isolation suit anymore. The only thing I could focus on was the huge inflated ball in my mouth. Everything else was gone, even my body itself. I was nothing but a gagged mouth in a void. Even that feeling became distant and surreal. I was an abstract entity. I was the concept of a gagged mouth. No, the concept of helplessness. I was nothing. The universe and time were all that existed. The bound and gagged girl that was me was a memory. Reality was so much more than her.

My out-of-body experience carried on for what felt like an eternity. With my perception of my own body and surroundings removed, my awareness and sense of self drifted out into infinite horizons.

So it was a terribly jarring shock to the system when water splashed over my face. The vast universe collapsed and was replaced by the confines of the oval isolation tank. I felt the tightness of the straps and my suit and my gag return, snapping me back into my body. What just happened?

More splashing water. The space was tilting and rocking about. Sudden acceleration, then a sudden halt. I would have been roughly tossed about if not for the attached straps, which were strained by all the movement. It caused them all to pull tighter, with those against my body pinching in uncomfortably. In particular two straps between my thighs had slipped up and now dug deep into my crotch.

“Mmmmh!”

A new sensation started up. The whole tank was shaking. Vibrations ran down every single strap, all reverberating throughout my body. The crotchrope straps in particular were agonisingly teasing.

This was a totally different experience to before. Instead of losing my sense of self, I became hyper-aware of my body, the too-small suit encompassing it, and my complete inability to escape the tightened vibrating straps. Instead of inner peace, I felt a desperate urge to be free.

I had no clue how long I’d been here and how long was left. And no way at all of communicating with anyone outside. The tank had become a prison.

Diane pulled into her parking space outside her store looking confused. A large truck was parked right in front of it, with men in overalls walking back and forth between it and her store’s front door.

“Hey! You there! What on earth is all of this about?”

“Repo company ma’am. We’ve been instructed by the bank to take possession of your store’s goods. Your loan repayments have missed all due dates. So now it’s this.”

“No that’s not right. I thought we still had time.”

“Take it up with the bank ma’am. We have a 4-hour drive back waiting for us, so I’m not hanging around here to argue.”

Diane walked dumbfounded into her store. Most of the shelves had been stripped bare. The final repo man pushed past her, carrying full bags towards the back of the truck.

She walked over to her green-haired employee, who was looking dazed.

“Skye what happened? I leave for lunch and return to all this?”

“I... I don’t know. They just started taking everything. I didn’t know what to do.”

“sigh. It’s alright. We’ll sort this out eventually. Oh what about the Soul Dive girl? Did she complain about the session having to end early? She still got most of the 3 hours so I hope she didn’t ask for a full refund.”

“... Soul Dive girl?”

Diane’s face went white. She ran into the isolation tank room to find it totally empty. No tank to be found. She sprinted back out to the front of the store, just in time to see the truck in the distance, pulling out onto the main highway. It began its long journey home, with a white tank shaking in the back.