:Submission Fantasy:
The day passes. Ryou goes out. Hitomi makes party food in the kitchen - a variety of fried things and rice. Hana and Mei finish their teasing of you and go off to get ready for the party. You're starting to wonder what you're expected to do, sitting here with a lump of plaster, when Hitomi comes to you. "We must get ready to take off plaster. You should be much better!"
You follow her into the dining room where there is a long table. "Lie down!" you are commanded. You lie down on the table as directed and Hitomi starts to bring out some long strips of material - a mix of long scarves or and pieces from a roll of fabric not yet made into anything. "Don't worry. The plaster comes off no problem - but we must make sure you are still - very still!" This said, she begins to wrap strips of the fabric around you and under the table. Strips are wrapped around your chest, waist and legs. Hitomi ties your ankle and pulls it to the edge of the table, fabric looping under the table and to your other ankle, spreading your legs apart. She does the same for your wrists. You're comfortable and entirely immobile and well-wrapped. The plaster cast sits in the middle of all this wrapping like a white mountain. Hitomi checks you cannot move and nods, then leaves the room.
You hear the doorbell ring and the sounds of guests arriving, but are in a ;position to do nothing. You just have to wait.
You follow her into the dining room where there is a long table. "Lie down!" you are commanded. You lie down on the table as directed and Hitomi starts to bring out some long strips of material - a mix of long scarves or and pieces from a roll of fabric not yet made into anything. "Don't worry. The plaster comes off no problem - but we must make sure you are still - very still!" This said, she begins to wrap strips of the fabric around you and under the table. Strips are wrapped around your chest, waist and legs. Hitomi ties your ankle and pulls it to the edge of the table, fabric looping under the table and to your other ankle, spreading your legs apart. She does the same for your wrists. You're comfortable and entirely immobile and well-wrapped. The plaster cast sits in the middle of all this wrapping like a white mountain. Hitomi checks you cannot move and nods, then leaves the room.
You hear the doorbell ring and the sounds of guests arriving, but are in a ;position to do nothing. You just have to wait.