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The Outfit
The civilization had died over 3000 years ago. They were a very
exotic and erotic people. The artifacts that were discovered were
incredible, and Lori couldn't help but be a little curious. No one
was allowed to handle any of the artifacts until they could be inspected,
but she just had to examine something which had been on her mind
all day.
She entered the cargo area and immediately found what she was looking
for, since she had placed it there earlier. It was late, and nobody
saw her take the box back to her quarters. The box was a mystery
to the others, but not to Lori. They spent hours trying to open
the box, and used every device available to do so, but had no luck.
It was made of a strong material that wasn't in the least bit damaged,
even after all the attempts to break it open. Lori slid a complex
looking key out of her pocket and inserted it into a hidden slot
on the box. She found the key 2 weeks ago, and kept it as a souvenir--
not even knowing it was a key. As she was inspecting the box earlier
today, she accidentally discovered a hidden opening. A small plate
slid to expose a keyhole when the proper pressure was applied to
other areas of the box.
The chances were incredibly slim that she found the keyhole, but
it had happened. She knew now that she had found a key 2 weeks ago,
and that it belonged to this box, because its shape matched that
of he keyhole. The key was about 5" long, and slid smoothly
into the slot. It clicked, and Lori turned the key. The box clicked
again, but still wouldn't open. She turned the key further, and
after the 3rd click the key wouldn't turn any further. She then
tried to lift the top of the box, and it opened. It was heavy, and
she had to use both hands to lift it off. She couldn't believe what
she found. Clothing! Why someone went through so much trouble to
lock up clothing was beyond her. It was made of a silvery black,
very shiny material. The clothing was appropriate for the people;
it was very erotic. There was a long corset which went from the
hips all the way up over the breasts, with a wide corset choker
attached to it from the back, a pair of shoulder length cloves with
heavy boning, and a pair of thigh length boots with heels around
5 inches high. She had never seen anything quite like this, and
spent an hour inspecting every inch of the clothing. It looked as
if it were made from the inside, because what very few seams there
were existed only on the inside. It was smooth and slick on the
inside as well as the outside, and very heavy. She slid her hand
down into one of the boots, and it was smooth and slick as far as
she could reach-- to the tip of the very short pointed toe.
The outfit looked as if it had never been worn, since the bottoms
of the boots were not even scratched. Finally, she couldn't control
herself and had to try the clothing on. She stripped completely
and picked up the corset. It was shaped like an hourglass, so small
in the middle that she knew she would never be able to get into
it. To make it more difficult, it needed to be closed from behind.
She placed it on herself where it should be, and the attached choker
around her neck, but couldn't come close to getting the opening
around her waist to close shut. The corset was at least 6 inches
too small for her to close, even when she used all her strength
trying to pull it shut. She sat down and slid one of the boots onto
her foot. To her surprise, her bare foot slid easily into the boot.
It was a little snug, and the toes were extremely tight and pointed.
She slid the other boot on and stood up. The heels were quite high
for her size 6 feet, but she was able to stand. They were snug,
heavily boned inside, and felt very well built.
She then slid the gloves on, and they went up to her shoulders.
The clothing was pretty restrictive, and she couldn't imagine what
it would be like if the corset were closed. It must have been made
for someone with her similar size, except for the waist. The corset
was very small. She could walk, to her surprise, but the high heels
made it difficult. The material squeaked slightly like leather,
and the stiletto heels clicked when she walked, but they weren't
slick on the floor like other high heels.
She stood and looked at herself in the mirror, shocked. Never had
she worn anything like this. It made her look incredibly erotic,
and the heels were higher than any she had ever worn. They made
her legs look incredible, and her feet look small. She tried to
stand higher on her toes, but the heels lifted only a fraction.
These were as high as she could possibly ever wear. As she stood
and looked in the mirror, she noticed that there was something remaining
in the corner of the box. It was a small disk about the size and
shape of a dime. She picked it up and held it in her gloved hand,
and noticed a barely visible button on one side. She squeezed the
disk, and upon doing so it clicked and the corset contracted around
her waist and locked shut. The choker did the same around her neck.
The boots tightened around her ankles, and also above and below
her knees. The toes of the boots tightened as well. The gloves tightened
around her wrists, as well as above and below her elbows, and became
snug around her hands. She almost fell down with the shock.
After she regained her balance, she walked back to the mirror and
noticed how small her waist was. The corset was so tight that she
could hardly breath, and walking was a whole new experience. The
tops of the boots and gloves were now very snug against her skin.
The corset felt like a second skin, as did the boots and gloves
near the top. She reached around her tiny waist and tried pulling
the corset open, but it was locked shut, and very tight. Lori frantically
pushed the button again and the clothing released to it's original
position. The corset made a loud pop, similar to a balloon exploding,
and nearly flew off with all the tension suddenly being released.
She sighed with relief and held the silver disk closer to looked
it over carefully, noticing it was very flat and very slick. She
noticed how slippery the disk felt in her gloved hand, and was almost
difficult to hold. It was obviously a locking mechanism for the
clothes.
Lori wondered why it was necessary to lock the clothing on
to the wearer, but remembered that the people were very erotic.
A push of the button and the clothes locked tight again. She walked
back to the mirror and couldn't help but be aroused by her own appearance.
It was a very provocative outfit, and the designers definitely had
that in mind. In the very top of the corset in the middle was a
barely visible pocket, and must be intended for the disk. She slid
it into the pocket, and it fit perfectly. The outfit thrilled her,
and Lori knew she had to have it. She walked over to the table and
removed the disk. The box would have to be returned, but she would
keep the outfit. She placed the disk on the table and walked back
to the box. When she was about 10 feet away from the disk, the clothing
unlocked. The corset loudly snapped open and made Lori jump. A safety
measure, she thought. If the disk were lost, the wearer would be
able to remove the outfit. Logical, since it was probably made of
that indestructible material-- similar to the box, and if the wearer
were to lose the disk, it would be impossible to remove the clothing.
Even the people who made these items couldn't damage the material,
Lori thought. How interesting.
Lori sat down and removed the corset. Then the gloves, which were
fairly snug. She then pulled the boots off with difficulty. The
clothing was intoxicating, and she didn't want to remove it, but
she had to return the box to the cargo area. She picked up the lid
and placed it back on the box, and turned the key in the opposite
direction. The box clicked 3 times, and the key slid back out.
Nobody would know the contents were missing. The halls were still
empty and she no difficulty carrying the box back to the cargo area.
She returned the box to it's original position and quickly returned
to her quarters. It was getting late, and she needed to be getting
some sleep. The night seemed to last forever, and Lori didn't sleep
well. When the morning finally arrived, she packed her belongings.
The mission was complete, and she was finally heading home. She
left her quarters and was met by Roger, one of the other archaeologists.
"You look nice today! Heading home?", he asked.
"Yes. It was exciting, and I'm glad I was chosen to go, but
I'm glad to be back. How's it going with the stuff we recovered?"
"Well, we've been trying to analyze the material that everything
we have found is made of, but haven't had any luck. It's completely
indestructible. Even a plasma torch wouldn't do anything. If getting
it the same temperature as the sun doesn't work, nothing will. I
just wish I knew how they made it. All the stuff seems to be made
of the same material, too. There's even a tarp of some kind that
has the same characteristics, but it's flexible. I wonder how they
did it? There is absolutely nothing that can damage it."
"That's interesting. I wouldn't mind having a few things
made out of that material!", Lori replied. She had a few things
now, she thought.
"Me, too. Everything would last forever, which explains why
it's the only thing remaining of the people."
"Well, good luck with everything! I need to be going. I'll
be keeping an eye on the media for the results of the find.",
Lori said as she walked to the exit, full of excitement.
"OK. Thanks for everything! Take care.", he replied as
he continued on his way. Lori returned to her apartment 4 hours
later and unpacked. She was tired from the drive, and from not getting
much sleep last night, so she relaxed on the bed and fell asleep
for a few hours. There were a few things she needed to get done
that day, and she felt much better after the nap. Shopping needed
to be done, so she got up and made a list. The outfit was on her
mind, and a crazy idea entered her head. She opened the bottom drawer
of her dresser where she put the outfit earlier and removed it from
the drawer. It was calling to her, and she couldn't refuse. She
removed her clothes and was about ready to put on the outfit when
an idea occurred to her. A pair of nylons would sure be nice to
wear under the boots to help them slide off easier, so she got a
black pair out of another drawer and pulled them on her legs. The
boots slid on easily and felt much less uncomfortable in the toes.
Lori placed the corset around her waist and neck. The gloves she
could do without, Lori thought. She slid the disk out of the corset
and pushed the button, but nothing happened. She pushed it again,
but the clothing didn't lock shut. "What's the matter?",
she said, and looked at the gloves still lying on the bed. She slid
her hands into the gloves, and pulled them up to her shoulders,
and pushed the button. The clothes locked on. The locking mechanism
obviously wouldn't work unless the entire outfit was worn.
She became more intrigued, and aroused. A pair of jeans and a long
sleeve shirt left only the bottom of her boots, her gloved hands
and the top of her choker showing. Her jeans were way too big, since
the corset took at least 6 inches from her waist, so she found her
tightest pair and a belt. They were still a little baggy, but the
belt made them look acceptable.
"This is going to be fun!", she said as she put the disk
into her corset and walked out the door. The malls and stores were
crowded, but she still had fun in her new outfit. The tightness
of her corset caused her to walk with a sway, and the 5 inch heels
compounded her difficulty walking, but she felt wonderful. She wanted
to shop all day, but her feet were killing her.
The corset was very tight and hurt her waist and back as well, so
she decided to go home. Upon entering her apartment, she set her
bags down and went into her bedroom. The disk was safe in her corset,
and slid out when she reached for it. She pressed the button and
the corset exploded open loudly, causing her to fall back onto her
bed. Her entire mid-section hurt for a few minutes, then passed.
She had been wearing the outfit for over 5 hours.
The gloves were snug but slid off after struggling with them for
a few minutes. The boots slid off easily, and she sighed with relief
when her feet were finally free of the tight pointed toes and stiletto
heels. She sat and rubbed her feet for about 10 minutes, wondering
how anyone could possibly stand wearing the boots for any period
of time. They forced her toes into a short point, and she wanted
to slide her feet out of them earlier, but it was impossible without
unlocking the entire outfit. Although she had walked miles on pavement,
the bottoms of the boots weren't even scratched. The clothing was
obviously made of the same indestructible material. When she stood
up, she had to get used to not being in the stilettos and the corset--
and the forced sway. After about an hour, she felt normal again.
Every time she left her apartment, Lori wore the outfit. She devised
many cover-up outfits to disguise the outfit, and she found herself
getting out and doing things a lot more often now. Even going out
and taking long walks for hours at a time. Lori tried to wear the
boots alone many times, but she found that her feet would hurt immediately
if the boots weren't locked. The balls of her feet would hurt a
lot, so she bought some gel cushion inserts designed to relieve
high heel pain which helped considerably. They fit in the toe box
of the boots, but not very well since the toes of these boots were
so short and pointed. When she used the gel inserts, they would
squeeze tightly against the balls of her feet when the clothing
was locked. Walking felt soft. Her toes still hurt all the time
though, since nothing could change the short and pointed the toes
of the boots. The gloves could be worn alone with no problems.
Amazingly, the gloves and boots were warm and kept out all water,
but Lori never got too hot while wearing the outfit. She wanted
to wear the outfit always, but after long periods of time her feet
and waist would begin to hurt-- intensely if she ignored it-- so
she was forced to remove the outfit upon returning home. Many times
she tested the strength of the outfit. She tried removing the gloves
and the boots without unlocking them, but never had any luck no
matter how hard she tried.
The same was true for the corset. No matter how hard she pulled
at the corset to open, it wouldn't open. Lori was convinced that
there was nothing anywhere which could unlock the outfit from her
body except for the disk. Lori returned home one evening after being
out most of the day, and the outfit wasn't bothering her too much,
so she left it on after taking off her cover-up clothes. Never had
she gone so long in the outfit; 10 hours had passed since she put
it on. She later got ready for bed, and was still wearing the outfit,
so she crawled into bed, still wearing it. It had never crossed
her mind to wear it to bed, and the idea excited her for some reason.
She turned out the lights and immediately fell asleep. Lori woke
up around 3am with severe pain in her chest. She knew she would
have to remove the corset, so she turned on the light and got out
of bed. When she stood up, the pain lessened. She rubbed her waist
with her gloved hands for a few minutes as the material squeaked
like leather. The pain faded and her chest felt much better. As
she began walking around the apartment, her back cracked a few times,
then she felt fine. Upon returning to her room, she felt very little
pain, so she turned off the light and crawled back into bed and
fell asleep.
The next morning she woke and got out of bed. The outfit was still
on her body, and she had forgotten that she was even wearing it
until she rolled out of bed and her stiletto heels met the floor.
It thrilled her that she went so long without removing the outfit,
and she became extremely aroused. She felt the corset with her hand
and rubbed her chest. It excited her immensely. She placed her hand
below the corset and began rubbing herself, and fell back onto the
bed. The excitement was incredible. She breathed heavily and rubbed
herself between her legs, harder and harder. Her gloved hand slid
smoothly on her nylons, and an orgasm exploded-- lasting 20 minutes
as she continued to rub herself. She lied on her bed for an hour,
recovering, and thinking about what just happened. Nothing like
this ever turned her on so much, and she was in heaven. The day
passed, and the outfit was still locked onto her body.
She was tempted to wear it to bed again, but thought she had better
remove it since she had been wearing it for over a day and a half.
The disk was still in the corset, and she slid it out and pressed
the button. The corset loudly snapped open, and everything unlocked
from her body. This time, the pain in her chest was unbearable,
and she wrapped her arms around her chest and waist trying to relieve
the pain, but it wouldn't stop.
She squeezed the disk again and the clothing locked shut. The pain
slowly faded away. Lori sat on her bed, breathing heavily, rubbing
her waist, and wondering what she was going to do. She knew that
she couldn't leave it on. After rubbing her waist and chest for
about 20 minutes, she tried again, and pushed the button. The corset
snapped open and her chest exploded with pain. She screamed and
tried to relieve the pain, but it got worse. The disk fell out of
her hand and onto the floor. She tried to bend down, but the pain
was unbearable. She lifted her foot and used the high heel on her
boot to push the button. She stood on the disk and it clicked. The
corset locked shut, and the pain slowly faded away once again. Lori
picked up the disk and put it into her corset pocket. Her chest
was still a little sore, so she rubbed it for a while before crawling
into bed. She lied there, thinking about the outfit on her body,
and what she was going to do, and finally fell asleep. The morning
arrived, and Lori crawled out of bed. Nothing woke her up last night,
and the corset was still locked tightly around her waist. She placed
her gloved hands on her waist, and realized that she could almost
close her thumb and middle finger completely around her waist. It
had gotten tighter over night. The distance between her fingers
around the corset was at least an inch smaller.
This began to frighten her, and she knew she had to get the corset
off. Her feet hurt, so she rubbed them through the boots, and the
pain faded. She had to try again, and had an idea. She walked into
the living room and removed the disk from her corset, placing it
on the table. Then she quickly ran towards her bedroom as fast as
her stilettos would take her, and the corset snapped open loudly
as she fell onto her bed. She lied there squeezing her chest, rolling
around on her bed screaming, as the pain exploded through her. The
disk was in the other room, and it was impossible to get to it in
her state of pain. All she could do was stay on her bed and fight
the pain.
After about 10 minutes, it slowly started to fade, but she was still
in a lot of pain. She continued rubbing her chest, and after about
an hour she could sit up. Even thought she still hurt, she was relieved
to finally be free and pulled the corset from her body. Lori pulled
the gloves and managed to work them off her arms. Then she slid
the boots off her feet, and they immediately began to hurt, but
it was nothing compared to the pain earlier, and it faded in a few
minutes. She rubbed her feet for a while then stood up. Her calves
were stiff from being in the stiletto boots for so long, so she
had to walk on her toes until she could stretch her calves better.
Her back cracked every few steps for about an hour, and she sighed
with relief with each crack. She returned to her room, sat down
and peeled off her nylons. They were damp from being sealed between
her legs and the boots. She fell back on her bed and fell asleep,
relaxed.
The outfit and the people who designed it were on Lori's mind. She
decided to make a call to Roger at the lab to see if he had any
news. In her purse she found the number of the lab, and made the
call.
"Hello Roger! It's Lori. How's everything?", she asked.
"Hello there! Everything's going well. We're slowly figuring
out a few things, but most of it is still a mystery. We've been
working nonstop trying to analyze that material, but have pretty
much given up on it. A friend of mine in the nuclear testing area
tried a few things with it as well. He placed one of the smaller
artifacts in a reaction chamber and exposed it to both a fission
and a fusion reaction. The artifact wasn't damaged at all. It's
incredible. Also, the material has some other strange characteristics.
The tarp we found was unintentionally left covering a fallen leaf
from a plant in one of the labs. When we discovered the leaf under
the tarp, we found that the leaf didn't age. The other fallen leaves
were all old and dried up, but this leave looked as if it had just
fallen. With further testing, it was discovered that the material
prevents aging and growth of new cells. This stuff is incredible.
And remember that box that we couldn't open? Well, one of the guys
found some sort of keyhole in a well hidden compartment. We can't
find any key, but a small section of the lid to the box slid off
when he tried to pick the lock. It exposed some strange pictures
and writing. The pictures are of a beautiful woman holding a coin.
Quite strange, really."
Lori swallowed hard. "What does the woman look like? What is
she wearing?", she tried to ask calmly. "I'm not sure
what she's wearing really. Her waist is very small though, and she's
wearing really high heels. We're trying to figure out the writing
and have had pretty good luck with it. We think it's about the coin,
and being in total control. It mentions that something is completely
impossible without the coin, and the word 'impossible' is heavily
stressed. It seems pretty meaningless really. It probably means
that you can't have women if you don't have money.", he chuckled.
Lori took a deep breath. She knew what it all meant. "Wow.
That is bizarre. I'd like to know what else you find out. Maybe
I'll call back in a few weeks."
"That would be great. We should have more answers by then.
It was great hearing from you. I'll talk to you in a few weeks then.
Bye!", he replied.
"Goodbye.", she said as she hung up the phone. Lori sat
and thought about the conversation she just had. Being locked into
the outfit, and at the mercy of another person to remove it. At
least they designed the outfit such that it couldn't be accidentally
locked on for life. And the material prevented anything from aging.
That explained why there was no odor when she wore the outfit for
long periods of time, and her nylons never wore out.
Her fingernails weren't growing much lately, either. It must be
the gloves which are responsible, since they were being worn so
much. Her waist was beginning to take the shape of the corset. Since
the corset was getting smaller, it must be automatically maintaining
a constant tightness around her waist since her waist was getting
smaller. She thought of how terrible it would be to be unable to
remove the outfit. The words 'impossible' stuck in her mind. It
meant that the people created the outfit such that is was completely
impossible to remove without the disk. Lori shuddered at the thought.
Lori didn't want to think about the outfit; it scared her. All she
could imagine was how powerful it was. They were a strange people,
and probably destroyed themselves. She went 2 weeks without wearing
it, but was getting anxious. She almost felt naked without it, and
even felt uncomfortable without the heels. Her feet had already
began taking the shape of the boots-- the short pointed toe and
the high arch. She had to see the outfit and feel it again. The
more she thought about it, the more excited she became. Feelings
of arousal were stirring within her, and the pleasure it had brought
her. She couldn't resist any longer. It was in the bottom drawer
of her dresser, as gorgeous as the day she first had seen it.
She removed the outfit from the drawer and set it on her bed. There
still wasn't any sign of wear. The locking mechanism was such a
mystery, and she looked at the opening on the corset trying to see
how it locked shut, but had no clue. She rubbed her hand across
the corset, along the outside, then the inside, and held it against
her chest. Her breathing became heavy, and she unbuttoned her shirt
and jeans. She removed her shirt and slid her jeans off, and held
the corset against her bare chest. It felt intoxicating, and she
sighed loudly. In the top drawer were a pair of new black nylons,
and she quickly grabbed them and pulled them up her legs. She slid
the boots on and up to her thighs, and rubbed her hands down the
shaft of the boots, stopping at the stiletto heels. She stood up
and took a few steps in the boots.
At first, she used to have difficulty walking in the high heels,
but after hours and hours, day after day, and with the help from
the inserts she got used to it. The corset was next, as she picked
it up and put it around her chest. She was getting so excited that
she had forgotten about the fear and pain it had caused. The gloves
slid up her arms up to her shoulders, and her breathing and heart
rate were racing. She slid her hand down the front of her corset,
and slowly rubbed herself between her legs. Her breathing increased
as she began losing control of herself. She worked the disk out
of her corset and pressed it, and the outfit instantly locked tightly
onto her body. She screamed with excitement when the outfit locked
shut and rubbed herself faster. She dropped the disk and fell onto
her bed, climaxing, rubbing herself faster. The contractions lasted
about a half hour as she continued rubbing herself, then slowly
stopped. Lori lied there relaxing, fully content. She would wear
the outfit again, but would remove it at the end of each day. The
same mistake wouldn't be made again. The disk was on the floor somewhere,
so she began searching for it. It was near the dresser, and she
picked it up and put it into her corset.
Lori spent the entire day in the outfit, and had a wonderful time.
The forced sway of her walk, the sound the outfit made as she walked,
the sound of her high heels-- just the feel of the outfit excited
her. Her waist was so small-- smaller than ever before-- and she
looked gorgeous. She felt the tight corset with her hands, coming
to realize how strong it really was, and how it felt to have an
indestructible device locked so tightly around her waist. It was
getting tighter. The outfit would never wear out. Her feet hurt
that evening, as did her chest, so she would definitely take the
outfit off. She slid the disk from her corset and squeezed it. The
corset exploded open, and the gloves and boots loosened. The shock
of the corset exploding open was something she would never get used
to.
She rubbed her chest a little, noticing the shape of the corset
that it was taking, as she sat to remove her boots. Just as she
was about to pull them off the phone rang. She stood up and ran
to the phone, dropping the disk on the way, but the phone stopped
after 1 ring. She turned around and bent down to pick up the disk
in the middle of the floor. As she walked back to her room, she
stumbled slightly and the disk slid between her gloved fingers.
She grabbed for the disk as it fell, and knocked it into her right
boot. Her hand went after the disk, but she could feel the disk
slide down between her nylon-sheathed leg and the boot. It slid
smoothly past her calve, down her ankle, and hit the surface of
the boot where the heel of her foot rested. Then it slid down under
her arch and stopped under the ball of her foot, between her foot
and the gel insert. She carefully lifted her foot and the disk slid
further into the pointed toe of the boot. The tip of her toe was
barely touching the disk, and it was stuck in front of the gel insert.
Standing only on 1 foot, she lost her balance and used her right
foot to regain stability. Her toe pressed harder against the disk,
and it clicked. The toe tightened and pulled the disk away from
her toe and into the front of the boot, and the clothing locked
onto her body. "No!", she screamed as she fell to the
ground and pulled on the right boot to remove it, but it was locked
tight onto her foot. She pulled harder, with all her strength, but
it didn't budge.
Her heart was racing as she continued pulling, screaming with fear.
Many times in the past she tried removing the boots without the
disk, but gave up because she knew it couldn't be done. The boots
could never be removed without the disk, and Lori knew that. She
stood up and tried shifting her weight to activate the disk, but
couldn't even feel the disk anymore. Next she began kicking her
heel downward to knock the disk loose, but she still couldn't feel
the disk. It was tightly locked into the pointed toe of the boot
where it would stay. She tried pulling the gloves off, but they
were locked on tight as well. She reached around her back with both
hands and tried to pull the corset open, but she could hardly get
her gloved fingers between the corset and her skin. After working
her fingers under the corset, she pulled as hard as she could. It
didn't move at all. She tried to peel the gloves from her arms again,
but they were locked around her elbows and couldn't be slid off.
She sat down and shook. She was terrified. There was nothing that
could remove the outfit from her body except for the disk, and it
was locked tightly in the boot where it could never be activated.
The distance between the disk and the outfit would never exceed
a few feet-- not nearly the 10 foot required for the safety to unlock
the outfit. She tried again to move her toes and feel the disk,
but it was no use. It was too tight to feel anything, and the disk
was gone.
Lori sat for over an hour, trying to accept what had just happened.
Fear ran through her body, and she was in a state of total shock.
She ran her gloved hands across her tight corset, then down her
boots. Her body shook because she knew she was locked into the outfit
for life. Lori didn't get much sleep that evening. Most of the night
she was awake, trying to accept what had just happened. It was still
hard to believe, and to accept-- she could never remove the outfit.
She moved her toes and felt the slick surface of the gel insert,
but no disk. Finally, she fell asleep. The next few nights went
the same way, and she was getting sore. Her back, chest and feet
all hurt. The corset never felt loose; it was constantly tightening
as her waist became smaller. It sounded and felt like pavement when
she knocked on the corset with her knuckles, and was just as hard
since it was so tight.
A few months passed, and Lori was beginning to adjust to the outfit.
Her waist was now only 22" around. Living in 5" heels
was easier, but her feet still hurt a lot, though the gel inserts
made it less painful. There was still no visible wear on the boots,
and the bottoms were still unscratched. When she took showers, the
water ran off the material of the clothing leaving it completely
dry at all times. She cut her nylons off where they met the top
of the boots. The boots were slowly getting smaller as well. The
whole outfit was designed to maintain a constant tightness, and
when the wearer adjusted, the outfit adjusted as well. The toes
were getting shorter and more pointed, and the whole front of the
foot was being forced back towards the heel so the heels felt as
if they were getting higher. The only things that weren't getting
smaller were the gloves, but they were still quite snug.
Many months passed, and Lori opened an erotic clothing store. It
was necessary to explain why she dressed the way she did. She would
add a few items to give the impression that her outfit changed.
Over 3 years had passed since Lori was locked into the outfit, and
there was still not a single indication of wear. It was part of
her life now, and she accepted it.
The corset finally stopped contracting when her waist reached 20",
but it was still always tight. It had been a long day, and Lori
didn't get much sleep the past few nights due to working late and
getting up early. She was getting ready for bed and entering her
bedroom when her heel caught the carpet, causing her to fall hard
onto the floor. Her foot hit hard against the dresser. She stood
up and stumbled to her bed, and rubbed her foot. It felt sore, but
she was able to walk. After she crawled into bed, she moved her
toes and felt something strange in her boot. It was something loose
in the toe. It was the disk! The fall against the dresser must have
knocked it loose. Since the toes of the boots were getting smaller
over the years, the disk must have become loosened and the jolt
was enough to set it free.
Lori lifted her legs out of bed and sat on the edge of her bed.
She tapped her heel on the floor as she raised the front of the
boot, and the disk slid below her toes. She slowly forced her toes
against the disk and it clicked. The corset popped open loudly,
and the clothing unlocked from her body. Lori fell back on her bed
as excruciating pain filled her chest and feet. After 5 minutes,
she passed out. Lori woke up, 4 hours later, with intense pain in
her chest and feet, but not like earlier. She lied there, rubbing
her chest and felt the opening in the back of the corset. It wasn't
a dream! It was unlocked! She sat up and removed the corset slowly,
as the pain shot through her body. Her waist was so small it scared
her, but she was free of the corset. She slid the boots off and
her feet throbbed. They were a lot smaller, and her toes were pointed
towards the middle of her foot.
The gloves took about 10 minutes to remove, and her hands looked
unchanged. Her fingernails hadn't grown. The disk fell out of the
right boot onto the floor. After an hour of trying to relieve her
pain, she stood up and found herself unable to flatten her foot.
The stilettos changed her ankles and calves such that she couldn't
walk. She found a box of 5" heels from the store and slid them
on her feet. Size 6 didn't fit; they were too big, so she found
the smallest size-- size 5-- and found them to fit perfectly. Lori
picked up the disk and held it for a few minutes. Never did she
think she would be holding the disk again, as she slid it back into
the corset and placed the outfit back into the bottom drawer. She
knew it would come back to haunt her again.
It had been 5 months since she was free of the outfit, but was still
unable to walk without 5" heels. She was quite used to the
heels, so they didn't bother her anymore. At least she could take
them off now, and that was enough. Her waist was 22", and would
stay at that measurement. She thought about the outfit a lot, and
was getting very anxious about it. One day, she gave in to temptation.
Lori opened the bottom drawer and removed the outfit. She had no
control of herself. She undressed down to a pair of nylons, and
held the outfit to her body.
For over 3 years she was locked into the outfit, and still it excited
her. She brought the outfit with her to her bed and sat down. The
boots were first to go on. They slid up her legs smoothly over the
nylons, and were still snug in the toe. The gel inserts were still
in the boots. Then the gloves. They were always more difficult to
wear, but she managed to work them up to her shoulders where they
belonged. She held the heavy corset in her arms for a while then
stood up, placing it around her waist and neck.
There was still around 4" of space between the openings at
her waist. She slid the disk out of her corset and held it in her
gloved hand, teasing with the button, not sure if she would press
it or not, applying a little more pressure each time. The disk clicked
and the outfit locked tightly on her body. She could feel the boots
tighten all over, the gloves becoming snug, and the corset squeezing
her waist tighter and tighter. Her waist was smaller than ever,
and she could feel it. She took a few steps, bringing back memories
of when she wore the outfit-- how it forced her to walk a certain
way with a certain sway. It felt wonderful, and she knew she wouldn't
be able to ignore the outfit. She held the disk for a few minutes,
then began to slide it into the pocket in her corset. As soon as
she inserted the tip of the disk in the pocket, something seemed
to grab hold of the disk and quickly pulled it into the pocket,
making a sharp snapping sound. Lori quickly forced her finger into
the pocket, but the disk wasn't there. It was drawn into the corset
somewhere. She screamed, and pushed on the corset with her gloved
hands trying to find the disk, but it wasn't anywhere. "NO!
NO!", she screamed as she tried pulling at the corset. It was
locked. This time, the disk was locked somewhere intentionally.
The outfit was designed to lock on permanently to the wearer when
the time was right, and that time was now.
--- the end? ---
Story Submitted By "L8X1"
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