Ava smiles down at you with a glint in her eye that sends shivers down your small spine.
"As I remember, you always enjoyed it when I wore thongs, right Tony?" she asks knowingly. "In fact," she continues moving through the store, "I think this style was a particular favorite of yours," she continued slowly. Ava picked up a small, silky piece of fabric and swung it around her finger.
She doesn't say another word as she closes her fists around both you and the thong before rushing to the back room. When you see daylight again, you see that she's created a makeshift workstation for herself, laying the thong on a table alongside a spool of thread.
"Now, don't ever say that ex-girlfriends can't do favors for former lovers," she says with a smirk. "With how much you loved these thongs, I can only imagine how happy you'll be when you're sewn into one permanently!" she says in excitement.
You try to protest, but Ava ignores you. Putting a finger on your mouth, she silences you with ease as she gets to work.
Your ex girlfriend was always an excellent seamstress, and she made quick work of her task. You soon find yourself completely immobile. You try your best to squirm free, but she's layered the thread thick enough that you can't even budge a finger free. She holds the thong up and grins happily.
"Perfection! You make a nice addition if I don't say so myself. Whoever buys you will be getting a nice little bonus for free. Who knows, if you're still out there when my shift ends, I may just buy you for myself. You are my size afterall....well, close enough," she says with an ominous giggle.
She doesn't allow you to say a word in response as she quickly returns you to the table with matching thongs, blending into the pile perfectly. As she walks away, you quickly realize that you're helpless to do anything but await your fate and hope that whoever purchases you will notice you and be more helpful than Ava was...
After what feels like a motionless eternity, you feel yourself being lifted. Your eyes adjust and make out the view of a gorgeous, curvy woman. But it takes you a moment to process if you recognize her or not after such a long time buried in silk.
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