A short sketch

Connie had been told what to expect. After all, she was the one who requested the device and laid out some of its specs. But for all her experiences as a enthusiast of odd bondage scenarios, she was still unprepared for the sight of the globe standing in the middle of the spacious empty hall. From a distance it looked something like a glistening ball bearing resting on a small dais.

"Whoa. That's... strangely beautiful."

As she drew nearer, she observed in its sheen her own shapely catsuit-clad form, flanked by the more conventionally dressed forms of her engineer assistants, who had constructed and prepared the structure with care. Laying her hand on the surface, Connie was surprised to find the human-sized sphere not particularly cold. Upon receiving an exploratory rap, the sphere responded with a thud that suggested fibreglass.

The lead assistant had found herself staring idly at Connie's attire. But now, a slender girl not five years out from college, she quickly leapt up as if to stabilize the structure. "Not too hard, please; you don't want to push it off its base. We spent too much time with the coating to have a terrible dent put in it."

"I see. Is it ready for me, Sonja?"

Sonja merely led the woman to the far side of the sphere, where Connie noticed a faint circular trace, about a foot and a half in diameter. The assistant pointed to two small catches interrupting the trace.

"See these?" She flipped them up, and at her signal the remaining assistants redistributed themselves for the coming task. Producing two small rubber plungers, she grasped the circle by their suction. After several revolutions of the pair of plungers about their pivoted handles, the circle unscrewed itself from the curved surface and separated, still attached to the plungers. By looking into the hole Connie could now see that the sphere was constructed of a coated gray material at least two inches thick.

Placing the removed assembly gingerly aside, Sonja stopped to brush the hair out of her eyes before fetching a stepladder for the dark entrance. "Step right in--we'll be right with you."

As the sphere rocked with the new weight of its occupant, Sonja replaced the circle, screwing it in tightly. A couple of turns, and the two surfaces were again flush. From outside there was no hint that the mirrored sphere contained a living, breathing--and highly aroused--woman.

Connie watched the interior of the sphere fade rapidly until the sole remaining light, from a small ventilation hole near the top, cast a small number of dim images on the inside of the sphere. As she heard the final snap of the catches as they locked the circle in place, her hands wandered to satisfy her urges.

Sonja peered up through the newly opened hole into the dark interior of the sphere, still holding the circle most recently removed from the structure. "Left leg please?" Her employer squatted awkwardly, dangling her suited leg out through the opening.

Sonja motioned to one of her coworkers, who presented her with two oddly shaped pieces of metal. While Sonja held the foot in place, the large piece was fitted around the ankle, surrounding it on three of four sides and also extending downward to form a platform for the foot. The smaller piece was then held against the ankle, completing its enclosure; the two threaded pieces were lifted back up to the site of the hole and screwed in together. Two external catches ensured that the restraint would not come unscrewed from the inside.

Connie twisted her head slightly, noting the snug fit of the neck restraint that now fixed her head outside the sphere. To either side, down the sloping sides of the sphere, she could see her gloved hands, each also screwed tight and grasping an external handle, as well as a remarkably clear reflection of the ceiling.

Aside from her affixed hands, feet, and head, Connie remained inside the shell. Near its dead center--where, in fact, her engineers had aimed to place the center of mass--lay her nether regions, which she now found herself frustratingly unable to touch. Her rhythmic rocking attempts at release did not go unnoticed as the sphere began to rise up on the lift cable.

As it ascended, Connie felt herself helplessly swinging within the mammoth structure; her breathing became even more irregular as she continued thrusting against her suit, hoping the latex would slip just so against...

Sonja noted the timing of the rocking and suppressed a grin.