Delphine wandered round the car boot sale, her long golden hair blowing in the breeze. She was casually dressed, knitted jumper and jeans, and enjoying herself relaxing for a change.

There was a load of interesting bits and pieces there; there was the usual dealer stands, where people had obviously bought items in just to sell at the car boot, but there were some honest ‘clearing out’ stands as well…

It was one of these that had caught Delphine’s eye. The pile of black leather(ish) bits and pieces in a box intrigued her. She could see what some of it was, tops and skirts, but some of it completely mystified her…

“Fiver the lot, love”, the woman said. “Found it when emptying out our house that we have just moved into. No idea what any of it is, obviously some sort of clothing, mostly…”

For some reason she couldn’t explain, Delphine handed over the money and took the box. It was quite heavy, and she had finished looking around, so she took it back to her car and drove home. She’d mainly gone to the car boot to stretch her legs, and she was quite happy that she hadn’t spent a lot.

She got home, put the kettle on and started rummaging in the box. Firstly, she separated the obvious clothing from the ‘extra bits’. When she looked closer at the clothing, though, she noticed something strange about them, too. All the fasteners were lockable…

She then found a new item, still in its plastic wrap. In with the item was a business card; “Fantasy Creations” and a web address. Ah, now she might find out what she had got…

She went on to the internet and found the right website. Then she had to go through age verification. Still intrigued, she entered her date of birth and carried on into the site.

Her jaw dropped.

Not only what the items actually were, but how much they cost…! The still wrapped item was a padded calfskin leather ‘armbinder’ for keeping a persons arms restrained behind their back. It was almost £100 new…!

In a little bag in the bottom of the box, she found keys for the clothing, as well as some small padlocks with keys. Everything seemed to be complete and in really good condition. The whole boxful was worth thousands!

As she carried on looking, the outside of the top rubbed against her arm. Then her arm rested on the inside of the skirt. She started fantasising about what it would be like to be locked in the full outfit…

She then found a leather resealable pouch in the box and opened it.

A penis gag fell out, still plastic wrapped, never used.

Delphine wasn’t sure whether to blush or come…

She never heard the person come up behind her. The chloroform-soaked pad over her mouth and nose was the first she knew she was not alone.

“Amazing what you can do with GPS trackers these days”, the soft voice said, as she passed out. “Especially the one built into that gag…!”

The woman then undressed Delphine, taking her time. Delphine had a gorgeous body, but she was a bit self-conscious about it and was always trying to hide it using tatty jeans and baggy knitwear. That wasn’t going to be an option any more…

Selecting various items from the box, the woman dressed Delphine, checking the top out with an eye to using it. The ‘top’ was actually a high-quality leather straitjacket, completely lockable, with hidden straps, so it looked like a normal leather jacket when on, with the wearer just hugging themselves.

The woman also pulled a few bits from the bag she had brought. The latex knickers had vaginal and anal plugs built in, as well as a locking waistline. She fitted them on Delphine and smoothed them down. She also put on her a pair of long latex tights.

A latex bra was next, with holes for Delphine’s nipples. These, she quickly and expertly pierced, and fitted rings to them, for use later…

She then eased the top onto her, making sure that the fittings at the top and bottom of it were ‘available’ for use, both for locking the skirt to the top and for fitting the collar that she had found in the box. She hadn’t brought any boots, and there were none in the box, so Delphine was left with her existing flats for now. As the skirt had a two-way zip, she could always fit a pair of ballet boots later. Now, should she use the gag now, or wait and see if Delphine was willing to ‘co-operate’…?

She had used about half of the bits in the box. There was still a harness, an armbinder, the gag and a few other fasteners and straps left. They’d always come in handy later, as part of Delphine’s ‘training’. She sat back, propped Delphine on the sofa, and waited for her to wake up…

“Mmmmmh…. Oh, my head… What the fuck!?”

Delphine woke up restrained and with a raging headache. Her first minutes were spent swearing and cursing, fighting to get free. She then looked up and saw the other woman.

“Who the fuck are you!”, she shouted.

“Your new owner, slave!”, the woman replied. “Now, behave yourself!”

“Like fuck I will!”, said Delphine. “Let me out of this, now!”

The other woman slapped Delphine, hard, with a gloved hand.

“I said behave yourself!”, she said. “You accepted your position when you bought the uniform.”

“I bought it from a sodding car boot sale!”, cried Delphine.

“That’s immaterial”, the woman replied. “I am now your mistress however it came about. And you will behave! Either that, or you’ll wear this as well.”

The woman waved the gag at Delphine, who carried on struggling to get free. With a sigh, the woman unwrapped the gag and fitted it, locking it behind Delphine’s head.

She then fastened a collar around Delphine’s neck, with an attached leash.

“Seeing as you’re going to be awkward”, she said, “I’d better get your training started as soon as possible.” She hugged Delphine, gently. “Come on, you know you really wanted this, otherwise why would you have bought the clothes? It really doesn’t have to be unpleasant (unless, of course, you like it that way).”

She got up and left the flat, towing the struggling Delphine behind her, who was struggling to keep up because of the hobble skirt and the ‘intrusions’ in her knickers.

Delphine soon regretted even further not co-operating to start with, as her training commenced…!