Straitjacket Trap

    Evelyn settled onto the edge of the bed.  There really was nowhere else to sit.  The guest bedroom was not small, but the bed took up most of the floor space.  There had been a reading chair near the foot of the bed last time, but Casey had taken that out.  A fancy umbrella light stood in its place, the sort you only see on professional modeling shoots.
    “Are you sure this is a good place to take pictures?”  Evelyn asked.
    Casey waved the question away with a hand.  She hefted a large suitcase from the corner and dropped it onto the bed beside Evelyn.  It sunk an inch into the mattress.
    “Just leave it to the pro.  This ain’t an artsy landscape kinda show,”  Casey grinned impishly,  “This is about sex.”
    “Hey, we had a deal.  I’m not taking naked pictures.”  Evelyn said.
    “Nah, not naked.  But still sexy right?  A little kinky.”
    Evelyn blushed, but she nodded.  Casey was not watching.  She fiddled with the suitcase lock, trying different keys.  
    “A little.  I brought my handcuffs along if you-”
    The suitcase lock clicked loudly.  Casey tossed the lid open and dug into the case.  Brightly colored lengths of rubber spilled over the side.  She pulled something black and something purple from the case, then shoved the rest back in carelessly.
    “I got my own props.”  Casey said.
    “What are those things?”  Evelyn said.
    In answer Casey shook out the piece of black rubber.  It was a tiny pair of pants.  She grabbed two bottles off the night stand and tossed them to Evelyn.
    “You’ll want to strip naked and powder up to get these on.  Spray bottle comes after.  Rub it in everywhere until it shines.”
     Evelyn’s jaw dropped.  She looked down at the bottles in her hands.  Talcum powder and latex polish.  Casey dropped the pants and the purple thing onto the bed and grabbed her backpack.
    “Um, I don’t know.”  Evelyn said.
    “Nah, you’re in.  Guys love this stuff.  Girls too.”
    “Won’t it be too tight?”
    “That’s the whole point.  Besides,” Casey looked up with a twinkle in her eye, “I happen to know Devin loves a girl in latex.  Didn’t you have a crush on him?”
     “Devin?  How?”
    Casey giggled.  “Followed a couple links on his profile.  Boy’s got a well rounded taste for kink.”
    Evelyn picked up the rubber clothing.  She bit her lip thoughtfully.  Casey grinned quietly as she rifled through her backpack.
    “Okay.  But I’m changing in the bathroom.”
    “Sure.”

    Evelyn wrapped both hands clumsily around the bedroom door.  It was hard to open without thumbs.  The purple thing had turned out to be something like a one piece swimsuit with long sleeves, but the sleeves were closed.  Her hands felt almost useless, trapped in rubber sheaths so tight she could barely spread her finger apart.  Long belts hung at the ends of her hands, making her attempt to open the door even more awkward.
    The door swung open without warning.  Evelyn squawked and tripped into the room.  Casey dodged to one side, and Evelyn landed awkwardly face down on the bed.
    “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”  Casey said.
    Evelyn blushed again, and got her feet untangled.  Casey helped her up, then settled on the bed next to her.  She looked at the back of the one piece.
    “Couldn’t get yourself zipped up?”  Casey said.
    “These sleeves are sorta inconvenient.”
    Casey nodded knowingly, and scooted behind Evelyn.  The zipper growled as she pulled it up, and the one piece tightened in the shoulders.  Evelyn shrugged, settling the rubber a little better.  Casey fiddled with the zipper, and something clicked.
    “What was that?”  Evelyn put a hand to the back of her neck, there was something square and metal attached to the zipper.
    “Don’t worry about it.”
    “Did you just lock me in?”
    Evelyn tugged at the zipper.  It held firm.  Casey grabbed her hands and pulled them down.
    “I said don’t worry about it.  I have the key, and bondage is half the point.  It’s not really that different from handcuffs, if you think about it.”
    “I guess.”  Evelyn said.
    “Good.  We only have a bit more set up to do.”
    “More?  I don’t know.”
    Casey rolled her eyes and stood up.  She looked down at Evelyn, hands on her hips.  Her eyes were hard.
    “Look, we both know you want this.  I’m not in the mood to hold your hand the whole time, though.  So make a choice.  Call it off and we’ll pack all this away, or follow my lead.  If I tell you to do something, you do it.”
     Evelyn started to lean back, but Casey caught her chin.
    “Trust me.  These photos will be amazing.”
    “Okay.”  Evelyn said meekly.
    “Good.  Now put your hands through the loop on your front.”
    “Wha-why?”
    Casey’s eyes flashed.  She pulled out her backpack again and dumped it out on the bed.  A pile of bondage toys rolled out.  She plucked a ball gag from the lot and held it against Evelyn’s lips.
    “Guess I can’t trust you to hold up your end.  Open up.”  Casey said.
    Evelyn got out half of a protest, but as soon as her mouth started to open Casey pushed the gag in.  Casey strapped the belt tight, and clicked another lock onto the buckle.  Evelyn shook her head and tried to push the gag out with her tongue.
    “Now arms through the loop.”  Casey said.
    Evelyn’s shoulders slumped.  She kept her eyes on the floor, too flustered to meet Casey’s gaze.  The loop looked too small, but she pushed her hands through it.  Casey helped her silently, wrapping the belts around behind the small of her back.  She pulled the belts tight, leaving Evelyn with barely any slack.  Then another lock clicked shut.  Evelyn tugged her arms, but the straitjacket held her firmly.
    “Alright.  Lie down on the bed.  It’s picture time.”
    Casey picked up her backpack again while Evelyn scooted to the middle of the bed.  All the bondage gear went back in the bag, leaving the bed clear for the photo shoot.  Casey frowned as she zipped the bag closed.
    “Huh, that’s weird.”
    “Mmph?”  Evelyn said.
    “I could’ve sworn I packed my camera in this bag.”
    Casey lifted the lid of her suitcase again, then shrugged and let it fall shut.  She pulled out her cell phone and turned away.  Evelyn felt a flutter of dread in her stomach.
    “Hey.  It’s me.”  Casey said into her phone.  “I’m setting up for a shoot, but I forgot my camera.  Can you bring yours?  You remember the place.”
    The flutter in Evelyn’s stomach redoubled.  Casey looked over her shoulder.  There was a sly glint in her eye.
    “Thanks Devin.  See you in a few minutes.”