Elesa closed the door to her private rooms behind her and breathed a sigh of relief. Shooting was over for today, no challengers to the gym were expected and the show, set up for this evening, was still hours away. Long enough for her to get some quality time to herself, for some of her favourite kind of relaxation.

Casting off the coat, she stepped into the small bedroom through the back door. The private dressing rooms had become a secondary home to her, often she would spend all week here, only going home to her apartment over the weekend. And so, she of course had everything she needed right here.

Elesa slipped out of her striped dress and also took off her shoes and leggings, putting everything away into a corner. Taking off her headphones, she placed them on a shelf nearby. Then, she proceeded to also slip out of her underwear and put it aside as well.

Opening the small wardrobe, she bent down, picking up a large shoebox, which had been pushed into the corner. Setting it down on the bed, she closed the wardrobe and sat next to it. As she took off the lid, she smiled to herself, getting in exactly the right mindset and looking forward to what she was about to do.

Inside the shoebox was a bright yellow latex leotard, the same colour as her dress. She had gotten it custom made from a personal friend, of course completely trusting her to keep it a secret. Taking it out and setting it onto the bed for now, she took out the second part of the outfit, a pair of black pantyhose.

Standing up, she put one leg in, then the other, carefully pulling it up, stopping at her thighs. Before continuing, she reached inside the shoebox again, taking out her favourite toy, a simple, black vibrating dildo. Reaching down, she slowly pushed it inside of herself, gasping quietly as she felt the full length of the toy slide inside her. Quickly, she pulled the pantyhose up the rest of the way, keeping the vibrator trapped under it.

Taking a deep breath, she picked up the leotard next, raising one leg into it, then the other, pulling it all the way up, then pushing her arms through the tight sleeves, putting it on properly. It fit perfectly against her figure, hugging her hips and ass, as well as her breasts, clinging tightly to her skin even more as she carefully pulled up the zipper on the back, all the way up to the collar.

Next, she picked up a wide, black leather collar from the box. Placing it around her neck, over the collar of the leotard, she carefully pulled it tight, making sure the buckle was in the back and the metal D-ring in front.

Sitting back down on the bed, she reached under it, producing a pair of pumps with appropriately high heels. Slipping her feet into them, she closed the straps around her ankles. Taking two leather cuffs from the box, similar in design to the collar, she placed them over the straps, buckling them tightly.

Reaching into the box again, she finally produced her favourite part of the ensemble: A thick black rubber ball gag, sitting between two leather straps, plus an additional chin strap. Licking her lips, she opened her mouth wide, pushing the gag inside and buckling it properly, making sure it was in tight and she could not move it with her tongue, feeling the straps dig into the corners of her mouth slightly.

Standing up, she stepped in front of the full-length mirror, looking at herself. The clothes clinging to her body, bringing out her modest breasts, the bulge at her crotch even revealing the toy stuck inside her, already starting to push her, even though it was still turned off. How she would love to step out onto the catwalk in this, showing off her desire for all to see, just once. But of course, that was not an option. But the thought alone was enough to arouse her.

Carefully sitting back on the bed, lining herself up so she could still see herself in the mirror, she knelt on the covers, folding her legs underneath her. She reached into the box again, taking out the last couple of items: Three belts, a remote, a pair of handcuffs plus keys and a snap hook.

Using two of the belts, she put them around her legs, strapping them together for a simple frogtie. Next, she carefully moved to the side and took the snap hook, guiding the D-rings of her ankle cuffs into it, as well as the short chain of the handcuffs, before letting it snap closed.

Taking the final belt, she carefully placed it over her back and pulling both ends in front, letting it strap down her upper arms to her sides, buckling it in front, just under her breasts. Turning her arms so her wrists were behind her back, she reached down for the remote, taking a short breath through her nose before turning up the vibrator. It buzzed to life, making her moan into the gag right away. Tossing the remote aside - she didn't want to be able to turn it down again - she reached for the keys, making sure they were easily reachable, before locking her left wrist in the handcuffs. Reaching down again, just to make sure, she felt the key again, before locking in her right wrist as well.

Biting onto the gag lightly, she tugged at her wrists and tried to use her legs, a rush of arousal spreading through her when she could confirm herself to be completely helpless. She felt the latex stretch over her erect nipples and let out a long, pleased moan, attempting to move her hips against the dildo more.

Looking ahead, she looked at herself in the mirror, the belt pushing out her breasts more, her legs straining fruitlessly against the bonds, saliva running down her chin and onto her body from behind the gag, her whole body occasionally shuddering from the vibrator, more and more involuntary noises escaping her.

She closed her eyes and imagined herself kneeling on the front of the catwalk, dozens, maybe hundreds of eyes on her, how she squirmed and moaned, revealing her true desires to the world...



Elesa didn't know how much time had passed since she started, but she felt like it had been at least an hour, an hour of slow teasing and constantly growing arousal. It had come so far, that she was going beyond enjoying her predicament and rapidly approaching the desire to finally climax. Closing her eyes again, she strained, hoping her imagination would push her over the edge.

"Elesa?"

Her eyes widened. It wasn't time yet, was it? Had she been trapped for that long? She reached down to the keys, feeling them just at her fingertips.

"Hey, the others told me you were in here."

She cursed herself silently when she recognized the voice. It was Skyla, who had announced her arrival for today. How could she have forgotten to consider this!? But more importantly, what now? Skyla would come look for her in the back room and the door wasn't locked! She couldn't send her away either, because any attempt to call out would result in loud mumbling or moaning, making her only more curious.

"Hey, are you back--" Skyla asked casually as she opened the door, immediately spotting her friend kneeling on the bed.

The two women stared at each other for a moment, but Skyla recovered from her shock a lot faster.
"Oh, hey, found you." she said with a grin, "Want me to wait outside for a while?"