#CHAPTER 62: VIP

Sarah POV “Put it on, or you’ll get the Taser and we’ll put it on you ourselves,” the leader said. We were in a small room, just she and I and a new guard, a gamma male, who didn’t bother to look at me and held a weird-looking contraption in his hands. There were no windows, only the one door and a small bench on which was draped what looked like a weird cross between the “sexy nurse” Halloween costume and a dominatrix, complete with black fishnet stockings and a large black flogger. They’d taken off my handcuffs, which now dangled from the leading guard’s hands, so with slow, careful movements I took off my dress and laid it, thinking of Chloe and Grace and our shopping trip, next to the costume. Then I sat and took off my shoes and sheer stockings. I saw I could leave my bra and panties on, which was something, I supposed. The black vinyl dress with its multiple straps went over my head and zipped up the back. (I didn’t ask for help with it.) Then came the fishnets and a pair