Morgan, something of a Robin Hood figure, extremely sealed and encased and edged and tormented.
Insane pressure. Hyper-aggressive tentacles tormenting and teasing her. Extreme encasement. Utterly entombed in a deep oubliette for indefinite enclosure. Iva had lots of fun getting her rubber-sealed thief into a suitable mood. A few days (or weeks, or months... Morgan didn't know!) in a rubber-inflated personal prison was making her soft and pliable.
Poor thing was trapped in endless edging, constant rubbing of their poor null bulge, constant need as her spirit was now a bit more willing. Given permission for an orgasm though meant eternal servitude to Mistress Iva.
And, to celebrate, Iva had a magical new suit, magically shaped and perma-sealed onto Morgan unless Iva came up with other torments for her. TOY was going to be a very fun object to show off to her guests.. (including one pale-skinned visiting witch!)
Morgan had a new dress, and a lot of guests who were going to ENJOY the new TOY.
originally by roqq33