Amy at the leather store (continued)

"Oh, that. It's just a gag. You know, something to keep you from talking. It's removable, but if you want to try it out, you can keep it on." The gag was secured well, and Amy didn't want to waste time undoing the straps and removing the collar to take it out, only to struggle to put the collar back on. She said, half-jokingly, "Since you're talking about it so casually, I guess it won't be a problem." Both of them couldn't help but laugh. Amy pushed the gag into her mouth as the woman began to tighten the straps with force, ensuring that the gag couldn't be removed without loosening the straps. The tightness surprised Amy. Amy noticed that the gag wasn't as bulky as she'd imagined, and her speech wasn't significantly hindered. "Heh heh, it's not... very... effective..." "Because it needs to be inflated. Here, let me show you," the woman replied, quickly inflating the gag. "Mmmph mmmph...!" From this point on, Amy could only make sounds like this. "See, now it's working as intended. Now, let me finish this." Before Amy could react further, the woman grabbed the straps, tightened them even more, and tied them off. She noticed Amy's eyes widen, seemingly surprised by the tightness, and asked, "Oh, is this too tight? Can you breathe?" The collar was very tight and secured firmly, but Amy could still inhale air. This was because there was a breathing tube on the gag, so she could also breathe through her mouth. Due to the restriction around her neck, she could only nod slightly to indicate a positive response. "Good, glad you can adjust, because this is going to look amazing!" the woman said in a delighted tone, picking up a flat, hard object and attaching it to the back of the collar, closing it with a series of clicks. "It looks fantastic!" the woman exclaimed. "Oh, how rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Sylvia. And you are?" The woman took Amy's hand. "Mmmph..." Amy squeezed her hand, trying to respond. "Oh, right, I forgot you decided to keep the gag in. It really works, doesn't it?" "This is a specialized sheath!" Sylvia explained. "It has straps at the top and sides for extra security, and the best part is the anti-slip padding at the knees, so it's comfortable even for long periods." "Long periods? Knee padding? What is this thing even for? Aren't a strap and high heels enough to take away my ability to walk?" Amy now knew this strange contraption was a leg folding restraint, but she still didn't understand Sylvia's intention in making her wear it. Sylvia had already tightened the three straps on the side of the leg sheath and secured the top strap. After locking it with a small padlock, Amy had absolutely no way of removing or dislodging this restraint. "Perfect!" Sylvia exclaimed sincerely. "Next, the right leg." Amy's left leg was already bound, which somewhat affected the flexibility of her right leg, but this didn't stop Sylvia from strapping and securing her other leg with the specialized sheath. Soon, Amy's lower body was reduced to half its normal length, with both legs folded and restrained. Only her feet, clad in high heels, could wiggle slightly. "Damn it... it's too tight!" With her hands also bound behind her, Amy could only rest her head on the ground, kneeling in a posture that was both humiliating and uncomfortable. "Is it a bit uncomfortable? Let me help you." Sylvia helped Amy into a side-lying position. "Just a little longer. Once the upper body work is done, you won't be uncomfortable." "Upper body?" Amy was even more confused. Soon, Sylvia removed the arm restraints that had bound Amy's hands all night, bringing Amy a sense of relief. Amy eagerly moved her numb fingers and wrists, but she still couldn't remove any of the restraints, as they were all locked. However, Sylvia then brought out a pair of leather gloves. These were spherical gloves, with no individual fingers. Without asking, she put the gloves on Amy's hands and locked them with small padlocks. "Oh god... my hands... I can't spread my fingers!" By the time Amy realized her hands were incapacitated, it was too late. Her hands were separated, but her fingers were useless, as if amputated. "These are called 'mittens,' they're like gloves but restrict finger movement," Sylvia explained, then took out a strap, one long and one short, connected together. It was slightly thinner and shorter than the ones that had bound Amy's legs. Amy quickly guessed its purpose: "Are you going to restrain my arms too?" Amy's guess was soon proven correct, and by the time she realized she should resist in some way, both her arms had already been firmly folded and bound by the straps. Now it was too late. Nothing could stop Sylvia from fitting two triangular leather cuffs, similar to the leg ones but slightly smaller, around Amy's arms. Soon, Amy's once long and slender arms were also reduced to half their length. The arm cuffs, like the leg sheaths, had thick padding at the elbows, even thicker. "Alright, that's done," Sylvia said, rubbing her hands together, looking satisfied. "Come on, let's go upstairs!" "What? Upstairs? Like this? My hands and feet can't move, are you going to carry me?" Amy was momentarily bewildered. "Huh? You're not coming?" Sylvia turned to go up the stairs, only to see Amy looking helpless on the blanket. "Sorry, I forgot you've never done this before, you don't know how to walk in this situation." "Walk? Are you kidding me!" Amy still thought Sylvia had lost her mind. Sylvia adjusted the strange straps, securing the longer one around the base of Amy's left thigh, and then wrapping the shorter one around Amy's left ankle, close to her thigh. Amy's left leg was bound in a tightly folded position, with her thigh and calf pressed together. She tested it; the straps were strong, and no matter how hard she pulled, her thigh and calf remained pressed together. Her left foot, clad in ballet heels, was now pressed tightly against her lower buttock, the heel digging slightly into her flesh. Amy's knee had become the "end" of her left leg. "My left leg can't move at all. What does Sylvia want to do?" Amy felt a pang of anxiety. She just wanted to follow Sylvia and have her restraints removed, but the situation seemed to be getting worse. Like this, standing was completely impossible. However, Sylvia wasn't finished adding equipment to Amy. She now took out a large, triangular leather sheath. Amy didn't think it was something "good" for her, but she watched with some curiosity, trying to figure out its purpose. The sheath was shaped like a sharp-angled triangle. Sylvia brought the sheath down and opened the leather straps on the shorter side. Then, she deftly placed the entire sheath over Amy's already folded left leg. "This is a specialized sheath!" Sylvia explained. "It has straps at the top and sides for extra security, and the best part is the anti-slip padding at the knees, so it's comfortable even for long periods." "Long periods? Knee padding? What is this thing even for? Aren't a strap and high heels enough to take away my ability to walk?" Amy now knew this strange contraption was a leg folding restraint, but she still didn't understand Sylvia's intention in making her wear it. Sylvia had already tightened the three straps on the side of the leg sheath and secured the top strap. After locking it with a small padlock, Amy had absolutely no way of removing or dislodging this restraint. "Perfect!" Sylvia exclaimed sincerely. "Next, the right leg." Amy's left leg was already bound, which somewhat affected the flexibility of her right leg, but this didn't stop Sylvia from strapping and securing her other leg with the specialized sheath. Soon, Amy's lower body was reduced to half its normal length, with both legs folded and restrained. Only her feet, clad in high heels, could wiggle slightly. "Damn it... it's too tight!" With her hands also bound behind her, Amy could only rest her head on the ground, kneeling in a posture that was both humiliating and uncomfortable. "Is it a bit uncomfortable? Let me help you." Sylvia helped Amy into a side-lying position. "Just a little longer. Once the upper body work is done, you won't be uncomfortable."