The Outfit

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The Outfit (revised)

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 bustier with a wide corset choker attached to it from the
back, a pair of shoulder length gloves 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

She stripped completely and picked up the bustier. 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. Looking closer at it, she realized that it was
in fact a corset which went all the way up over the breasts. The front panel crossed
underneath and ended in two straps which attached to the back sides of the corset. She placed
it on herself where it should be, attached the choker around her neck, pulled the straps up
between her legs and attached them to the back. Even with the corset open, it fit snugly over
her crotch. She was anxious to see how it felt closed, but try as she might, she could not
get 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. Shrugging, she
gave up temporarily on this fruitless effort and proceeded with the boots. 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. The gentle, light pressure on her crotch made
it feel delightful as she took another walk around the room, glancing at herself in the

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. The crotch piece picked up the extra slack and was now pushing rather firmly, although
pleasurably, against her feminine parts and up between the cheeks of her backside. 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 breathe, 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 gently rubbed her crotch and felt the smooth, skinlike material slide against her.
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

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 and snapped it around in back. 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

"This is going to be fun!", she said as she put the disk into her corset and walked out the

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. The tightness of the underpanel kept her gently aroused as
she walked around. 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.

The next day she decided to go out for a late lunch. She glanced at the outfit and thought
about wearing it. It had felt so good to wear the day before, and if she didn't do too much
walking, the shoes wouldn't be too hard to bear.

"Should I?", she thought to herself. "What if someone were to notice?."

She thought about it some more and looked through her closet for something to cover it up.
Thumbing through her hangers, she found a pair of black leather pants and a tan blouse with a
tight elastic bottom. It would be perfect! She put on the entire outfit and with a bit of
difficulty, slid the pants over the heels of her boots. The blouse was baggy at the bottom,
and the waistband allowed a bit of the fabric to hang down. The long sleeves covered up her
arms nicely. Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't tell that she was wearing
anything more exotic than a pair of nice boots and driving gloves. She decided to go for it.

For lunch, she decided to stop in at a nice Italian restaurant and treat herself. The
linguini was wonderful, but she found herself hardly able to eat as much as usual. The
tightness of the corset was a bit uncomfortable when eating, but not unbearable. Besides, it
might even help her to lose weight. Then she might even fit into it without as much
difficulty. She had ordered a glass of wine with her lunch, a delightful little Pinot Grigio,
and decided to have another glass while enjoying the view from the balcony of the bistro.
When she was ready to leave, she realized that she now had to use the restroom.

"Will I be able to do that while wearing the outfit?", Lori thought. "Well, if not, I might
as well find out now."

She headed off to the restroom, which thankfully was a spacious private facility. As she
pulled off her pants and sat down, she realized she was going to have to unhook the crotch
piece. Reaching behind, she went to unhook the straps, but found they would not unlock. She
tried to pull the whole piece to the side, but was unable to budge it. Slightly panicked, she
reached for the disc. As she pulled it out from the pouch, she felt a barely noticeable slack
on the crotch straps. She put the disk back and attempted to move the straps again, but to no
avail. She took the disk out again and looked at it. Did she really want to press it here
and unlock the corset? The bathroom was private, but she didn't want to go through the hurt
she felt yesterday when it opened. She tugged at the strap again, and to her surprise found
that it was flexible. In fact, the whole thing parted quite conveniently in the middle. She
dropped the disk in her purse and tried to unhook it in back. Still, the back could not be
unhooked, but the positioning of the two split straps didn't seem to pose a problem. After
she was done, she put the disk back into the holding pocket. She looked closely at the crotch
piece again, and noticed the part was gone, save for a small hole which she had not noticed
before. It appeared that the disk did not need to be removed from the pocket to allow for
bodily functions, but it certainly seemed more sanitary.

Momentarily fascinated with this new discovery, Lori realized she had been in the bathroom for
quite some time. As she left, she hoped nobody was waiting outside to use it, which
fortunately was the case. She paid her bill and decided to walk around town for awhile.

She enjoyed walking around the city, catching admiring glimpses now and then as she walked
through the rather posh shopping district. The feeling of the corset was now less like a
constrictor and more like a strong hug; the feeling of the crotch piece pulled tight against
her was divine. She was now much more confident walking in such high heels, but her feet
still ached a little from the squeezing of the boots and the shock on her heels. Just as she
was leaving the shopping district, she noticed the playhouse up the street.

"What a great idea, going to a show! I wouldn't have to keep walking around. I'm not really
dressed for it though", Lori thought. Her mind went back to a dress she had passed by several
weeks ago when she didn't think she was stunning enough to pull it off. The retail store was
right by there as well. She decided to buy a ticket for the 6:00 show, a French musical.

An hour later, she was wearing a stunning new black evening gown. It was the first time she
had ever tried on clothes over the outfit. The saleswoman complemented Lori several times on
her amazing figure - if only she knew how it was achieved! Lori wasn't even sure she'd be able
to fit into the gown without the outfit on. The gloves matched very nicely, and would be
mistaken for ordinary opera gloves. Satisfied, she headed to the playhouse.

When she got home that night, she reflected back over the events of the day. She had done
some serious pampering, which she felt she rightly deserved. She thought about the wine, the
look she got from the doorman at the theater, her new amazing new gown, her new look, and just
the wonderful feel she had gotten wearing the outfit all day. She hadn't done much walking
today, so her feet weren't too sore. Absent mindedly, her hand drifted down over the outfit
she was still wearing, massaging her breast, feeling her hourglass waist, drifting down to her
crotch. Feeling the urge, she went to stroke her womanhood through the sleek material, but
felt only a hard, unyielding surface. Getting frustrated, she tried at it again, this time
with both hands, and although she was turned on and excited, she was still unable to stimulate

"Oh, yes", she remembered. She took the disk out of it's pocket and set it on a stand next to
the bed. She tried again and her fingers found their way through the part in the crotch piece
to her pleasure bud. She thought about all the new wonderful sensations she was experiencing
as she pleasured herself again and again. She had gotten so excited during the day that she
was very quick to climax, and when she finally had enough, she decided to take off the outfit,
shower, and go to bed. She was so relaxed and satisfied, she thought, she would like to do
this every day.

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 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. Similarly, she
concluded that it was impossible to open the crotch piece while the disk was in the pouch.
That might be a convenient safety feature, no attacker would ever guess how the outfit opened,
much less find 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 took out the disk, placed her hand below the corset and began rubbing herself,
then 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, in
and out of the parted crotch straps, 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 back 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 thumbs and middle fingers 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,

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 non-stop 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 ageing 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. It
appears that she is some kind of goddess. 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 ageing.
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 pulled the crotch straps underneath and fastened them in the
back, and savoured the feeling they made, all tight across her underside. 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 nyloned 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. Panicked, she reached to the crotch
piece. At least that was open, since the disk wasn't in the pocket. 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. Her boots were getting tighter, and it almost seemed as
though the heels were getting higher each day, though looking at them, it looked impossible
that they could get any higher.

A few months passed, and Lori was beginning to adjust to the outfit. Her waist was now only
18" around. Living in 6" 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. Her crotch piece also got tighter,
but at least the slit in it was not getting smaller. She had been very worried about that at
first, but dismissed the idea - the people who created the outfit were obviously very sexual,
and something like that would be out of the question.

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

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 15", but it was still always tight. The
boots had continued lifting her heel and the toe box had nearly disappeared. At this point,
they were practically ballet boots.

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 feet were pointed straight
down. 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. The tendon in her foot was still causing too
much pain, so she tried a pair of 6" heels. They 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 6"
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 19", 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 fastened the crotch straps around to the back, then slid the disk
out of her corset. She 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. Apparently, once the wearer's waist became small enough, the disc was designed to
slip into an internal compartment.

"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. Frantically, she reached down to
the crotch plate. With the disk in the pocket, it was rock solid and impossible to penetrate.
Yet it was pressing tighter than ever against her, keeping her incredibly stimulated. In a
panic she tried to buck her hips and slide the outfit across her crotch, but it was to no
avail. She was just stimulated enough, at a constant pressure, to have wearing the outfit
make her maddeningly horny. She had never made it more than a day before she had to take out
the disk and pleasure herself, and she had never been able to climax without taking out the
disk. She just sat there in shock as she realized, she was now going to be permanently horny,
stimulated, and frustrated, never again able to orgasm. Not only that, the outfit would keep
her from aging. She could be stuck like this for eternity.

She began to cry, thinking about her situation, how unbearable it was going to be. As if
attempting to compensate, the crotch plate seemed to get snugger, pressing oh so wonderfully
against her feminine mound. She relaxed and began to enjoy the sensations. She stood up
and looked at herself in the mirror, feeling the same intoxication the outfit had always
brought with it. She lay on the bed, admiring how sexy she looked, running her gloved hands
over every inch of exposed skin, then feeling the shiny material of the corset and boots. She
brought her hand to her crotch, trying desperately to form a seam or find some way to get more
stimulation. The outfit seemed to yield a bit as she sucked up her stomach and contracted
everything in her pelvis, but as soon as she did, the crotch piece picked up the slack.
Every movement seemed to make it tighter and more pleasurable. She began to slowly undulate
her hips, moving gently and slowly, as if making love to the outfit itself. 30 minutes
passed, and she was getting so aroused, she could feel the outfit wicking up moisture from
inside, drawing out her seductive smell. Yet still, she could not reach orgasm. Everytime
she tried, the outfit just seemed to get snugger and feel better, yet never quite enough.
This was maddening! Sweat and tears of frustration dotted her brow.

And how would she use a bathroom? Surely, she must still have some way to do it. And she
had an idea. She started to press firmly up into the crotch piece, trying to push it up
inside her.

"Oh my god, it's working!", she exclaimed.

The crotch piece was starting to mold to her exact shape, forming over her like a skin and
slowly sneaking up inside of her. She grabbed her favorite toy from the nightstand, and
began using it to push the crotch piece further up. Eventually, she managed to work the
entire thing inside herself. The material seemed to be pliable as long as it contracted
inward towards her body. And, oh, the sensation. She could feel it inside of her, now
stimulating her vagina with constant pressure. She tried working the material closer to her
delicate bud, and she felt more sensation - yet still not enough.

Turning on the vibrator, she began to work it inside her, holding it up against herself,
trying everything to get more pleasure. It was to no avail. Finally, realizing she would
still have to have some way to allow other things to pass, she moved the vibrator to her
backside. Surprisingly, she needed no lubrication. The smooth surface of the outfit allowed
it to move snugly up between her cheeks. Reluctantly, she plunged the toy deeper inside,
enjoying new feelings she had never explored before.

Hours of this came to pass, with Lori trying anything and everything to bring herself to a
delightful climax. But it was no use. Exhausted and drained, she gave up.

But the outfit did not. She still felt it, buzzing with energy inside of her, as if every
sensation of the past hours was still there. The close, snug fit of it made each feeling
seem to stay there, endlessly. She tried to dismiss it, but found she could not. She
tossed and turned all night, getting just a few precious minutes of restless sleep.

When she rose in the morning, she could still feel the vibrations from last night's adventure.
And still, no relief. She could at least have sex now, and certainly everything felt great,
even better than before. But she knew in her heart, that she would never again be able to
cum. She now realized what the purpose of the outfit had been all along, as she realized she
was now the perfect sex toy - forever young, forever horny, and growing more erotic all the
time. Her passion and stimulation would go on for eternity, keeping her teased and endlessly
on the brink of that great release.

Lori knew what she needed to do next. Call a dating service. A high class, executive
dating service. If she wasn't going to be getting off, at least she was going to find a way
to live in luxury. And there would be no competition for her - nobody could ever be sexier
or more seductive. She would make any lover putty in her hands, able to mold them with her
unbridled eroticism just as the outfit was molding her. She would find someone she could
truly love, free to just enjoy their pleasure as she would be pushed ever more into maddening
frustration. But, certainly, an enjoyable form of torment. The outfit gently squeezed
against her, as if to reinforce that fact.

And this could go on for all time. Eventually, she might likely become the wealthiest and
most powerful woman in the world, in essence, a living goddess. Perhaps there was a meaning
to the image of that woman holding a coin.

Lori closed her eyes and shuddered, almost moaning with pleasure. If she was going to feel
like this forever, she was going to make the most of it.

Adapted by Kellys from an original story by Lethr


oh wow

Such a very cool story. :)

very intriguing and stimulati

very intriguing and stimulating story!

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