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A surprise for a scared psychologist

Studio

Jailgirls

Duration

0:21

Category

straitjacket

Price

$14.99

Published

Jun 8, 2026

The psychologist luna stopped in front of the cell, her heart beating slightly faster than usual. the guard, a burly manwhose face bore the marks of years of service, looked at her with a mixture of curiosity andsuspicion. “new detainee,” he muttered, adjusting his cap. “never seen her before today. they sayshe’s cunning, manipulative. you sure you want to go in, miss jones?” luna nodded confidently, clutching her notebook and laptop against her. “i’m here for the interview.” the guard shrugged, unlocked the door with a metallic clank, and let her pass. “she’s cuffed and restrained. harmless.you’ve got nothing to worry about.” the door closed behind her with a sinister echo, and lunafound herself alone with the mysterious prisoner."what’s your shoe size?" the question, a low murmur that seemed to slither from the dark corner of the cell, froze luna’sfingers on her laptop keyboard. she had been typing notes about the peeling paint on the oppositewall.she turned slowly, the cheap plastic chair creaking beneath her. the figure on the metal-framed bedhadn’t moved. it was still a portrait of absolute restraint: a shapeless body in a thick canvasstraitjacket, a black canvas hood completely obscuring her head. the silence stretched, thick andheavy.i… i’m sorry?” luna finally managed, her professional composure cracking.a dry, rasping laugh came from beneath the hood. “your shoes. the black heels. they lookexpensive. what size?” a cold shiver ran down luna’s spine. that’s why they call her unhinged, she thought, shaking herhead slightly. she decided to ignore it. this was an interview, not a fashion consultation. “let’s getback to my questions, naomi.”she turned her back on the prisoner, focusing on her screen. the guard’s words echoed in her mind: “she’s cuffed and restrained. harmless. you’ve got nothing to worry about, miss jones.”the metallic clang of the cell door closing behind her felt like it had happened an eternity ago. shehad been so eager to get the scoop on the facility’s most notorious new inmate, the woman thepapers called a cunning manipulator. now, locked in with her, the sterile environment feltclaustrophobic.a soft rustling sound. then a faint metallic click.luna’s breathing caught. she didn’t want to turn around. it was just the bed springs, she told herself.just the woman shifting.then, a warm presence directly behind her. breath on her ear.“i asked you a question.”luna spun around, the chair screeching against the concrete floor. her heart hammered against herribs. naomi stood over her, free. the straitjacket hung open at her waist like a bizarre apron. theblack hood lay crumpled on the floor. the ankle restraints, poorly secured by a careless guard, werealready unlocked and discarded.and her face…luna’s world tilted, the air sucked from her lungs. she was staring into a mirror. the same highcheekbones, the same full lips, the same piercing blue eyes. the same shade of black hair, thoughnaomi’s was tangled and wild. they were perfect duplicates.“how…?” luna gasped, her voice a thin thread.naomi’s smile was a terrifying thing, all sharp angles and cold amusement. “surprise, sister.” her eyes swept over luna’s outfit: the tight black leather skirt, the sheer white blouse that barelyconcealed her black lace bra, the fitted black leather jacket, the stockings, the impossible heels.“now. the shoes. take them off.”“no,” luna whispered, shrinking back in her chair, but naomi was on her in an instant. one handclamped over luna’s mouth, muffling her cry. the other hand stayed free, but the threat in naomi’seyes was enough. “the guard won’t hear you,” she hissed, her voice dropping to a venomouswhisper. “and if he does, he’ll see an inmate struggling and a calm journalist. now, we’re going toplay a game. you’re going to take off every inch of clothing. slowly. or i’ll make you regret notobeying.” the pressure of her hand and the glint in her gaze were unmistakable.tremors shook luna’s body. paralyzed by fear, her mind screamed in protest, but her body, underthreat, began to obey. this isn’t happening.her hands shook as she reached down, fumbling with the delicate buckle of her right shoe.naomi watched, her mirror eyes gleaming with predatory delight. the first shoe clattered to thefloor. then the left. luna’s bare feet instantly felt cold against the gritty concrete.“the stockings,” naomi commanded, her voice a low hum of anticipation.luna’s fingers hooked into the tops of her stockings. she hesitated—a final, feeble act of defiance.naomi tightened her grip over her mouth, a silent warning. luna rolled the sheer black fabric down, the material whispering against her skin as she peeled it from her thighs, over her knees, along hercalves. she let them drop to her ankles and stepped out, feeling utterly exposed.“the skirt. undo it.”every movement was agony. luna’s trembling fingers found the zipper at the back of her tightleather skirt. she pulled it down, the sound obscenely loud in the silent cell. the skirt loosenedaround her hips. she pushed it down, cool air hitting her bare legs, and stepped out of the pooledleather, leaving it on the floor.“the blouse. the jacket. everything.”tears welled in luna’s eyes, blurring the image of her own face staring back at her with such cruelintent. she unbuttoned her blouse with clumsy fingers, each button a tiny surrender. the silk slippedfrom her shoulders, followed by the leather jacket. she stood in nothing but her black lace bra andpanties, her skin prickling with goosebumps and terror.naomi’s gaze felt like physical touch, roaming over her body, drinking in every detail.naomi said nothing. she simply began to dress, sliding luna’s stockings on with sensual slowness, smoothing them up her identical legs. she stepped into the leather skirt, zipped it with a definitivezzzip. she buttoned the blouse, leaving a provocative gap at the top, and shrugged into the leatherjacket. finally, she slipped her feet into luna’s high heels. the transformation was complete. shekept her own bra and panties, just as luna kept hers.she grabbed the discarded straitjacket. “your turn.”“please, no,” luna begged, her voice hoarse.naomi’s response was to shove her backward onto the bed. with brutal efficiency that spoke ofpractice, she holds luna’s arms into the thick canvas sleeves. luna struggled, but naomi wasdisconcertingly strong, crossing the sleeves over luna’s chest and tightening the straps firmly at theback, effectively binding her arms. the rough material chafed her bare skin.“no one will believe you,” naomi murmured, her lips against luna’s ear as she puts black hood down over her head. darkness swallowed luna. the world shrank to a smell:rancid sweat, fear, and cheap canvas. she felt naomi’s hands on her ankles, snapping the cold metalrestraints into place. she heard the click of heels on concrete, heading toward the cell door.“guard” naomi called, her voice a perfect imitation of luna’s professional tone, tinged with just theright amount of shaken fear. “guard, help me .. she tried to… she almost took my clothes! she triedto take my place ...”the cell door groaned open. “calm down now, miss jones,” said the familiar gruff voice of theguard. “she’s restrained. she couldn’t have. i would’ve noticed.”from beneath the hood, luna screamed: “it’s her! she’s me! she’s pretending to be me!” but herwords were muffled, distorted by the thick fabric, emerging as desperate, incoherent gibberish.she heard naomi’s light, disdainful laugh. “she’s completely delusional. raving.”“sounds like it,” the guard grunted. “come on, miss jones, let’s get you out of here. you’ve hadquite a scare.”the heels clicked away again. the cell door began to close with a deafening finality … this is a custom clip.