Chapter 3

Thursday came around, and Sammy was basically useless at work that morning. She could barely concentrate on her work, and was glad when it got to be 11:45. She left and then drove back to the gallery. She parked again, and went back to the front door and knocked. She waited a few minutes, then knocked again. Finally, just as she was about to knock again, the door opened and the girl poked her head out. "What the fuck do you want? You're not dropping out, are you?"

"Um ... no, it's noon, so I'm here to get ready for the show," Sammy replied.

The girl just looked down and covered her eyes with her hand. Are you really this fucking dumb? Do you spend your entire life just wandering around fucking shit up? It's Thursday you stupid cunt. Thursday! What day does the show open? Fucking Friday! Do you notice how these days are named different things? That's so people like, who actually can accomplish something, can tell people like you, who can't even fucking listen, when things will happen."

"Oh, um, I could have sworn you said that it was Thursday this week, not Friday, so I was just trying to follow your instructions better this time, and I'm so sorry," Sammy mumbled back, looking down at her feet, and trying to hold back tears.

"Christ, at this point, I'm not sure I fucking trust you to drive home and come back twenty-four hours later. You'll probably forget and show up next Tuesday or something. Fine, get the fuck in here, we can get you prepped now." The girl led the way into the back, smiling silently to herself. "Or, maybe you're not as dumb as you seem, and just wanted an extra day wrapped up?"

Sammy blushed, and felt the damp spot in her panties grow. "No, really, I seriously thought that you said Thursday last week."

"I see, so you are as dumb as you seem. Got it." Sammy blushed a deeper color, wondering why she set herself up for that insult. Even more so, she was wondering why the insults kept turning her on so much. Once they were in the back, the girl sat down in a chair and stared at Sammy, who just blushed more. "Ok, dummy, anytime you want to take off your clothes, that'd be great." Sammy started stripping as the girl stared at her, dropping her clothes into the basket next to her. "Great, you can do that correctly. Wonderful. You know what's next." The girl held up the catheter to make her point. Sammy sat down on the ground, and held herself open as the girl inserted the catheter into her bladder. Once it was inflated, the girl pushed the ben wa balls into Sammy again as well. "I guess we can skip the lube this week," she muttered to herself as they slid in place. The girl took a paper towel, and used it to dry Sammy's labia before putting the strip of tape in place.

"Flip over, dummy," the girl commanded as she picked up the plug for Sammy's ass. Sammy complied, and raised her ass up into the air for the girl. She quickly felt the cold lubed tip at her anus, and felt the girl pushing and twisting it into her. She pushed back, and felt her ass expand as the plug stretched her out. She let out a brief gasp as the widest part entered her, then let out a quiet moan it it settled into place.

"Ok, face up here, bitch, let's get the ring in place." Sammy pushed up, and knelt in front of the girl, with her mouth open. The girl again prepared the gag, filling the lip groove with the paste. "Open that hole wider, dummy," the girl ordered as she started to fit it in place. Since Sammy now knew how it fit, she was able to use her tongue to push things into place.

The wrapping proceeded as before, with the girl wrapping up her hair and head first. She only wrapped the gauze down to Sammy's shoulders, then switched to the wrap, and then to the tape. This time the girl was using white colored duct tape, although Sammy couldn't tell the difference from the inside. When the girl was happy with Sammy's head, she started on her right arm. She duplicated the procedure from the previous week, wrapping each finger separately, then up Sammy's arm, weaving the gauze in with the wrappings on her head. Once the plastic wrap was done, Sammy bent her arm to put her hand back into the pose she had last week. "No, we're not doing that again, dummy. It has to be different each time, otherwise it's just the same boring thing over again. How about you let me be the artist, ok? Does that work for you?" Sammy let her arm go limp, and felt the girl doubling it up so that her hand was next to her shoulder. Next, she felt the tape wrapping around her wrist, locking it to her upper arm and in that pose.

The girl took her time wrapping Sammy's arm, turning the entire thing into a massive flipper. She repeated the process with Sammy's left arm, laughing a bit to herself as she saw Sammy kneeling in front of her, using the flippers to keep her balance. Next up was Sammy's torso, which the girl started by wrapping Sammy's neck and armpits with a snaking roll of the gauze. She wrapped and taped this up first, ensuring that the tape held Sammy's hand flat against her shoulders. Then, starting from each hand, she spiraled the gauze down both sides of Sammy's body, stopping at her crotch. Next was the plastic and tape, but she made another change for this exhibit. Instead of simply covering Sammy entirely, she made sure to keep Sammy's nipples exposed. Sammy noticed this change, and based on the number of times she felt the girl brush up against them, assumed that it wasn't accidental.

"Ok, dummy, I'm going to push you onto your back." The girl did so, and Sammy flipped her feet from underneath her so her knees were up in the air. The girl started on Sammy's legs, wrapping them as before. When they were done, she pushed Sammy's left leg back so her heel was against her ass. Again she started the tape wrap, sealing the leg up in a doubled over flipper. She repeated on Sammy's right leg, leaving her helplessly flailing her flippers around. "Roll over, dummy," the girl commanded, but as Sammy tried, she couldn't get her stumps to cooperate, and moaned as she wobbled around on her back. "Like this, stupid," the girl said as she pulled Sammy's left arm and leg flat on the ground, and then pulled on Sammy's right over the top. "Now stand up so I can finish your ass."

Sammy slowly slid up, balancing herself on her elbows and knees on the padded floor. "Very good, bitch," said the girl as she started on Sammy's ass. She quickly wrapped gauze around the top of Sammy's thigh, and then continued up and over her crotch. As before with the nipples, the girl avoided Sammy's vulva, wrapping the rest of her crotch and ass as before. "Now, hold still while I put on the top covering," the girl said as she pulled off and cut an assortment of strips. She added some strips in black, and as Sammy held still, the girl recovered Sammy with more white and black tape. Sammy couldn't tell, but by the time the girl was done, she had mimicked the skin of a dalmatian with the tape. She left Sammy's face blank, but did add two floppy ears to the top of her head.

As she finished wrapping, Sammy heard the girl's cellphone go off. She could hear her talking, but the girl had walked away, so with the wrapping covering her head, she couldn't make out any of the words. A few minutes later, she heard the girl walk back into the prep room. "Change of plans, dummy. I have to go take care of some stuff, so I can't finish you up right now. So I guess you're just going to stay like that for a little bit. Come on, I have someplace safe for you to wait." The girl stood there for a moment as Sammy started crawling in a random direction. "For fuck's sake, bitch, I have something to do, I don't have time for you to pull this shit." She picked up a leash and collar from her bag, and buckled the collar around Sammy's neck. "Now come on!" she said with a tug. Sammy plodded after her, using the constant tug on the collar to know which way to go.

The girl had led Sammy down the hallway to one of the storage rooms, and opened the door in front of her. She led Sammy to a large cage tucked under one of the shelves, and opened the door. She led Sammy to it, and then knelt down behind her. "I'd hate for you to make a mess," said the girl as she unplugged the catheter, and connected it to a collection bag. She then pushed Sammy forward, feeding the leash and bag through the bars of the door. Sammy heard the cage door shut with a slam, and heard the deadbolt lock slide shut. "You should be safe in there, dummy." Sammy noticed that the floor was padded here as well, and so she slid down onto her stomach. The girl made sure the collection bag was tucked out of the way, and then looped the leash around one of the bars. She then stood up, turned off the light, and shut the storage room door again.