"The Outfit"
(author unknown)
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 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 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 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 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 its 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 its 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 had 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-sleeved 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 
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 lay 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 leaf 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 lay 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'd leg and the boot. It slid smoothly 
past her calf, 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 not scratched. 
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 lay 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.