Gloved up (4k)

“Let me go!” you yelled out in frustration, as Faerwen pinched your tiny body between her index finger and thumb and lifted you up into the air. Even though you were already exhausted by all the ordeals that this elf had put you through, you knew all too well that whenever her focus was on you, it couldn’t mean anything good. Last time, it meant that you had to spend days on end within the tight, dark confines of Faerwen’s boot, as she went out to rob anyone who dared get too close to her hideout… You had spent days trapped inside of there, and worst of all, your captor didn’t seem to really believe in socks or anything of the sorts; meaning that you had to endure through all that sweat that accumulated in the depths of her boot. Not wanting to go through such an ordeal again, you squirmed as Faerwen pulled you out of her sizeable cleavage… you had no intention of going anywhere near this elf’s feet again.

“Oh, shush you little thing~” Faerwen replied. “I know just how much you hated being at my feet last time… don’t worry, I have a special surprise for you, no feet involved, I promise…” Although you weren’t keen to believe Faerwen on her word, her words did manage to calm you down. Things couldn’t be THAT bad if you weren’t going to be near her feet, would they? As Faerwen’s fingers loosened around you, and she allowed you to drop onto her open palm, you weren’t exactly sure what to expect… but the fact of the matter was that she had managed to calm you down enough, and you were now just sitting there.

“That’s better…” Faerwen said, as a smirk crept onto her lips. With a gloved hand, Faerwen approached your tiny form, before her index finger stretched out towards you. With wide eyes, you stared at what Faerwen was doing… but nothing really screamed at you to get away. That is, until Faerwen’s finger pressed up against you, and forced your back down onto her palm. With a squeak, your struggles picked up once more… but it had been too late; Faerwen simply spoke a single word in elven, and a warm glow came from your back. As Faerwen’s finger then retreated, you tried to get back up… but found out that you couldn’t. Faerwen had bound you to the palm of her hand!

With a giggle, Faerwen then walked over to her nightstand, whilst keeping her palm flat. Her red eyes were constantly focused on you. She clearly was enjoying your attempts to break free… something she knew all too well was impossible for someone of your size to do. Whilst keeping her eyes on you, Faerwen grabbed something with her free hand… only to reveal another glove that would cover her entire arm, just like the other.

“time to get you acquainted with your new home little one… if you don’t like my feet, then maybe my hand would be more to your satisfaction~” the elf said, before moving the glove over towards you. Helplessly, you squirmed in position, but Faerwen’s magic simply was too strong for you to overcome. You could only stare as the leather glove was pulled over your tiny form, and the outside world disappeared behind a layer of leather. The further that leather traveled up Faerwen’s arm, the tighter your prison started becoming… within a few seconds, it stretched itself firmly over you, and would’ve been more than enough to keep you in place if Faerwen didn’t already do so with magic. Your squirms were easily broken, as Faerwen then clenched her hand into a ball a few times… everything around you moved, and your little form was entirely engulfed by the flesh of Faerwen’s hand, as well as the thick layer of leather stretched over you. You could hear the material squeeze with every fist Faerwen made… until you could hear a snap from far away, muffled through the thick leather.

“There we go…” You could hear Faerwen’s voice coming from beyond your prison. “All tucked away and ready for action… Get ready little one, today is going to be a long day~”