As I came out of the room, Erimi came up to me and looked me up and down. She saw the keys between my mittens and snatched them up. "I knew it. It looks perfect on you. As for these, I don't think you need to be holding on to them, do you?" She walked over to Matsuko and bent over to attach it to a decorative clasp on her waist. "You're in charge here, right? Keep these for your little friend over there, she won't be able to get free without them."
Matsuko looked over at me, and while I don't know what she was thinking, it felt like she was happier and more satisfied than she'd ever been before, at this very moment. I came over to see the rest of the group. Matsuko was still wearing that huge voluminous dress from before, but Naruyo and Hinari were nearby as well.
Naruyo was wearing a tight fitting blue leather cheongsam with a slit that went all the way up to her waist, along with stockings, heels, and gloves. She looked as elegant as usual, and smiled and waved at me as I approached. "How cute. Very fitting." I blushed at her praise and tried not to think about it much.
Hinari was wearing a short red leather dress with a ruffled skirt almost like my normal school uniform. She had on short boots and looked very energetic. She ran over and gave me a hug when I came out. "Wow, what a daring outfit, Ko-chan! I'm surprised you agreed to something like this~"
"Well... they didn't really give me much of a choice in the matter, and what's more, I'm a little stuck right now." I held up one of my mittens to show the lock dangling from my wrist.
"Walking around like that, I think a lot of people will think your arms are actually restrained. Who would think you would just hold them like that for fun? Right now, what's different between you and dear Sakari-chan?" She looked over to the side where Sakari was standing there blushing, but otherwise looking happy. "After you left, she begged Erimi to give her some actual bondage for her costume. She even used you as an example, ha ha."
"Hey, wait, this is exactly the outfit I deserved, don't make it sound so pathetic!" Sakari came over a bit awkwardly, as she was wrapped in a considerable amount of leather restraints. A harness surrounded her torso and framed her chest nicely. Leather boots came up to her thighs, and a tall collar was buckled around her neck. Her arms were hidden from view by an armbinder which laced them together firmly behind her back.
"It looks.. quite uncomfortable, Sakari-chan, but you look happy, so please enjoy it." I gave her a little bow but smiled nonetheless. "Um, where is Asami-san though? Am I not the last person out?" I looked around but Asami was not visible.
"Asami had a...disagreement with Erimi. Erimi was very unimpressed with some of the things she said about you, and Asami was very unhappy about being told what to do. In the end, a pair of assistants dragged her back into one of the changing rooms. I suspect we'll see her again soon." Hinari narrated the entire sequence of events with no small amount of glee.
* * *
It wasn't long until we saw Asami again. A few minutes after I came out, the door to one of the changing rooms burst open and Asami staggered out, partially dressed in some kind of leather outfit. The assistants scrambled out of the room and grabbed her arms, pulling her back, "Miss, you can't leave until you're properly dressed!" I could see that one of her legs was wearing a strangely shaped boot, while the other was bare. She also had something that looked like the corset I was locked into, and one of her arms was in a glove.
"Do you think I'll let you do this to me? I demand you release me right this second!" She was struggling, but unable to overpower the two assistants trying to drag her back into the room. Her fate was sealed when Erimi came over with a smile on her face. "Miss, is there a problem with your costume? If you are having trouble putting it on, I would be glad to assist you."
Asami looked over to Matsuko for help, but, after locking eyes, she just went back to teasing me again without saying anything. Asami's face crumpled at the abandonment, and grit her teeth.
She puckered up to spit in Erimi's face, but with lightning speed, Erimi reached up and clamped her mouth shut before she could fire, causing her eyes to bug out. "What a base reaction for someone who claims to be cultured. We'll be having none of that. Now let's finish getting you dressed." With Erimi helping, she was easily carried back into the room and the door shut once more.
* * *
Ten minutes and a lot of shouting later, the door slammed open with a bang. Asami tried to escape again, but this time she only made it about a half dozen steps before tripping on her strange heels and falling to the ground. Her arms were pinned behind her, so she couldn't use them to break her fall, leading to a thud and a groan of pain from Asami. Without her arms and still seriously off balance, she could do nothing but kick her legs against the ground and scrabble around on her stomach cursing.
"Miss, I told you already, you are going to have to go slow on your new boots or else you are going to fall. Like you just did." Erimi came out of the room leisurely, holding a bundle of straps and rubber in her hand.
"Fuck you and your fucking outfit, let me go at once or else my family will make your life hell!" Asami started to resort to threats, since she couldn't do anything else at the moment.
"Oh dear. I think I've heard quite enough from you at this point, and I have a feeling your friends over there would appreciate having a day where they don't have to listen to your non-stop bullshit. Now then, open up for me dear." She came over and squatted down on top of Asami's torso, using her body weight to completely immobilize her to the ground. She held out the thing she had in her hand -- a long tube of rubber attached to a web of straps. "Do you think you can hold out? Or will I manage to shove this all the way to the back of your throat? I can't wait to see."
Asami clenched her teeth as she growled through them, "I'll never let you put that in my mouth." Erimi seemed to expect this and grabbed a handful of her hair and started pulling back. Asami couldn't resist the pull on her head and naturally was forced to tilt her head back. Erimi kept the tip of the gag pressed right up against her teeth, just waiting for Asami to tire out.
Excessively tilting the head back makes it difficult to breathe and swallow, and it's a natural reaction to want to open the mouth to relieve the pressure. It only took about a minute before Asami was groaning in pain, and after two minutes, she let her mouth slip open for a single gasp of air, but that was all Erimi needed to shove the gag most of the way into her mouth.
She let go of Asami's hair, as it wasn't necessary anymore, and moved her hands to the end of the gag and the back of her neck in order to apply more force on it. Asami tried to bite down on the gag to keep it from going further into her mouth, but its slick exterior and her saliva lubricating it made it hard to get a grip. Erimi's grip on the back of her neck was also clamping down on the outside of her jaw in just the right spot to force her mouth to open naturally. The stalemate only lasted a handful of seconds before she was able to shove the rest of the gag into her mouth, and the large ball at the end slipped in behind Asami's teeth.
As Asami gagged and choked on the huge pillar of rubber that was now rubbing against the back of her throat and tried to deal with the flange that was pressing her tongue down and back into her mouth into a completely unmovable state, Erimi was pulling the straps behind her head and buckling it to the very last hole. Additional straps pulled over her forehead, crossed beneath her chin, and buckled on both sides of her head. One of the other assistants brought over a handful of locks, which found their way into each buckle of the head harness.
I watched as Erimi operated Asami's body like a machine, and my only thought was how simple she made it look to force Asami's complete surrender, after seeing how competently Asami handles matters most of the time.
With her task complete, Erimi got off of the now sobbing Asami, and with the help of another assistant, dragged her to her feet. "Well, we're almost finished, so give us a few more minutes to get her framed up and I'll send her out as good as new for you." She smiled and winked and dragged Asami back into the room for the third time.
* * *
Another bout of waiting and the door opened, but slowly this time. Erimi came out first and bowed slightly. "Sorry for the commotion. We haven't had a customer quite so vigorous in a long time, so we weren't ready enough to deal with her. Next time we will surely manage the situation more appropriately. And now without further ado." She moved out of the way and the other two assistants helped Asami leave the room.
Asami marched out of the room in a strange manner, raising each leg until the knee was 90 degrees before placing it back down. The boots she was wearing reached up to her thighs, but they ended in horse hooves instead of normal heels. Around her waist was a rigid looking corset which covered her from below the breasts down to her pelvis. Over top the corset, a leather harness encompassed her torso, wrapping in a criss-cross manner around her waist, over her shoulders, and between her legs, holding some protrusions in place near her crotch. A tall collar kept her head raised, and the head harness that was wrestled onto her earlier was still there, though it had gained some additions since then, with blinders cutting off her peripheral vision and a bridle attached to the sides that lead behind her back. Her nipples were pierced and tiny bells dangled from each, which jingled as she moved around, just like locks dangling from all parts of her body clacked against their buckles.
"Your friend has become the very picture of a disciplined ponygirl, as you can see." Erimi started to introduce Asami's outfit piece by piece. As you can see, she is wearing pony boots, like any good ponygirl should. Because of their steep foot angle and rigid ankle position, they are relatively hard to balance on, but you need not worry, as I've also attached my own design to her, the pony frame system.
She turned Asami to the side, where we could see metal bands encompassing her legs at four places on her shins and thighs. "These bands are connected to each other and to the corset with mechanical joints at the knees and hips, which restrict the motion of the joints. They will lock and unlock in sequence, allowing her to move only in the approved prancing manner. They also improve her balance which makes it less likely for her to fall, like she embarrassingly did a bit earlier."
She continued to turn Asami so we could see her back. "Her arms have been restrained in a reinforced reverse prayer armbinder, which will keep her arms well out of harm's way and also keep her from making any attempt at escaping from her gear. The harness attaches everything together, in addition to keeping her vibrators in place and attaching her tail to her back. If she tries to resist the gear too hard, it will give her a little shock right up the ass. I guarantee she will simmer down after that. Of course, everything is locked securely with reinforced straps. Since I've made the administrative decision to restrain her for the good of the convention goers, I can't allow you to release her until you are ready to leave. As such, I'll be keeping these with me until then." She jingled the keyring a little, then placed it on a hook inside the locked key box behind the desk.
"Finally, the posture collar she is wearing has GPS tracking and fence capabilities. She won't be able to leave the convention grounds, and we can track her anywhere she goes, so there's no need to worry about losing her. Now then, all of you go have some fun at the convention, I am sorry for taking up so much of your time." She gave Asami a firm whack on each ass cheek which caused her to whimper in pain as she pranced towards the rest of the council. The huge piece of rubber invading her mouth and throat completely cut off her voice, making it impossible for her to do more than grunt or breathe heavily.
When she got close, Hinari smiled mischievously at her. "Looking pretty good Asami, I think she really nailed your style." She flicked the bell hanging from her nipple, causing Asami to jerk in pain, but she couldn't do much else to resist while locked into the pony frame, which held her upright and limited the movements of her legs.
Hinari took a number of pictures while Asami tried to dodge, but ultimately she could not escape having her humiliation recorded for all time. "How about the rest of you guys? Shall we take some commemorative photos together? Erimi gracefully offered to be the photographer and we got quite a few pictures taken. I managed to cover up my privates for most of the photos, but at the last second before the final photo, Matsuko grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind me, leaving me very embarrassed and surprised in the last picture.
After the photo session, we headed towards the entrance to the con floor. Our group was an interesting combination, with three of us in fancy dresses, while the other three of us were in various levels of bondage gear. Asami, in particular, struggled to keep up while in her pony girl costume. I watched on curiously as Asami moved methodically while heavily restrained.
"The way she moves with those boots is somewhat enchanting." I imagined walking in a similar way but my daydream was interrupted by Matsuko who scooped me up in a princess carry and headed for the door. She leaned close to my ear and said "I swear, if I find you prancing around like a pony at any point in the future, you're going to regret it for a long time, girl." I shivered as Matsuko's threat seemed to hit me at a spiritual level. I didn't know what she meant by "you will regret it", but based on what I've seen her do to me when she was just joking around, I wasn't willing to take that chance. "Y-y-yes, My Lady, I will under no circumstances try and imitate her new walking motion..."
I thought for a second before speaking. "Also, Matsuko, that assistant called me a sub, do you know what that is?"
Matsuko nearly dropped me as she stumbled when I asked the question, but she recovered gracefully after a few steps. "That is...something you have to figure out for yourself, Ko-chan. No one can help you understand."
I pouted when I heard Matsuko's response. "That's what the assistant said. No fair."
Matsuko's face looked very strange after that discussion, but soon she changed directions and quickly moved onto a new topic.
"Now that we're all costumed, shall we tour the show? We could see a panel, watch an escape tournament, or browse the shop rows. Or we could just wander and see what we find." Matsuko mused to herself. "Wandering seems fine to me." I didn't have anything specific in mind to look for, so I decided to let fate decide.
Asami slowed to a stop and turned away, seemingly refusing to follow along. "Well, she can't escape the convention grounds anyhow, might as well just let her do what she wants and we'll find her when we're ready to head home." Hinari didn't really want to let Asami's rebelliousness ruin her day, so she quickly let her off the leash and started looking at the nearby stalls.
Matsuko nodded, "Very well. I have confidence the event staff won't allow anything bad to happen to her, even unattended. Let us explore separately from now on."