Super heroine

story idea with contributions by Zenetx 

(or the continuing adventures of Xat-Anna and Tele-Girl)

My head was shaky, I blinked my eyes and slowly the room came back into focus. The room was dimly lit with the glow from a few sources. I could still make out most of the main features of my living room, dam my head hurt from last night what had I been drinking.

As I moved to get up I could feel the tinkle of glasses, and the crunch of wrappers, I sighted a bottle of sangria empty, one glass a packet of crisps and two ice cream wrappers. At least that was what it looked like in the dim light, I hadn't made it to the bedroom last night, just dozing off on the couch in a drunken stupor, at times like this I really don't want to get up.

I concentrated scooting my body back, to sit up in the plush expensive leather couch. It took me two shaking attempts to pick the bottle up and put it on the coffee table in front of me there was the clink of the glass on the table as I put the glass in the same vicinity I had a moment where I thought I would knock them both over then have to clean up the shattered glassware. I focused on clearing my head centring myself.

I looked up at where the lights were squinting my eyes, I knit my brows and I could feel a brief sensation on my temples then my power activated and the light switch came on. I had to throw up my arms in front of my face and squint as the blinding light was disorientating, gaining a little of my focus back I looked over to the switch again and waved my right hand trying to focus, the intensity of the lights went up, desperately I waved my hand in the opposite direction and the lights dimmed.

I blinked and looked around the room there was an open box of crisps half the packets eaten a few more empty beer bottles and a tub of ice-cream that was all the way melted sitting on the other end of the coffee table. It was another busy night with the contents of the refrigerator, I sobbed thinking of where I had once been, how far I had fallen in my own regard.

I blinked and focused my eyesight cleared, I looked over at the curtains and narrowed my eyes it was the same pressure in my temples only slightly less and I activated the remote controller on the curtains and they slowly whirred open, it gave me a good clear view of the bay in the early morning light. One of the rewards from my super heroine days a comfortable retirement out in this sunny quiet part of the world.

I looked over to the black curtains either side of the big artificial fire place, a wave of my hands and the motors on those curtains started to move showing off the contents. It was a long time since I had really practised with my powers. if I wanted to move the curtains myself, well I would be on the floor with a lovely migraine. something I didn't want, I could just scrape the barest function from my powers now without constant practice they were just a novelty now.

The black curtains revealed two manikins displaying two costumes. To the right of the chimney my dress costume the high heels fishnets waist coat domino mask top hat and other accessories for when I was appearing on some tv show or press conference, to the left was my patrol costume an actual helmet that could take a strike to it from a 50 Cal round, my Kevlar titanium weave long coat with a dozen pockets stuffed with useful trinkets, my flak jacket that was styled to look like a waist coat my trousers with the knee protection and ceramic plates and my good old comfortable boots as well as the gloves I never wore because they got in the way of the fine hand manipulations some of my powers relied upon.

I had been Xat-anna the diabolical heart-breaking lady of magic. Five years as a super-heroine, that made me a veteran when most people didn't last two years, having an active career. Still my powers had been very good in the day. not just my low-level telekinesis but my visualisation power, the ability to form objects out of thin air just by focusing my will, before well I could conjure walls and spikes and change the terrain, now well I was a little more humble. My mouth felt like the bottom of a cheap wine bottle. I focused on the coffee table it felt as if my sinuses were trying to turn inside out, as I tried to use my other power. An empty glass materialised for a moment and I stopped trying.

The glass faded away like a ghost, I grabbed my nose and rubbed my sinuses as well as rubbing my palms over my temples. a moment later I was ready, composing myself I tried again. I could feel the pressure, in my skull for a moment and then a glass with water and four headache tablets appeared on the edge of the coffee table, you weren't meant to take more than two of these at a time but really at this point I didn't care.

I threw the tablets down my throat and then washed them down with the glass of water. I felt better instantly, it was placebo effect as the tablets wouldn't really start working for another five minutes. But I was feeling better,

I looked down at my clothes one jogging sock black lose sweat pants a lose t shirt I was wearing a bra and panties that had become a little twisted out of alignment with my time spent sleeping sprawled up on the couch. A little adjustment and the underwire of my bra sat right a tug on my panties and the waist band was straight, they were not trying to cut me in half any-more.

I looked down at my stomach while not exactly flabby I would not fit into either of my old costumes. I looked over at the gym of the side the rowing machine the exercise bike the treadmill and weights, that lot could remain where it was collecting dust.

I looked at the gilded plaque over the top of the mantel piece and felt my eyes starting to tear up. With a harsh dismissive flick of my fingers the curtain closers activated again and the two costumes were hidden away in their alcoves.

A wave of melancholy sadness hit me, I remember the dark times when Hubert the Overmaster tried to take over the world. In the papers they called it an extinction event, with the number of people that died during his rampage. It only came to an end with all the combined might of every super hero fraternity on the planet.

I felt the first tear roll down my cheek. In that final battle there were some 200 of us left to stop him. When he first started his rampage, well there was a global population of superheroes around 400 and at the end of that day only a dozen of us survived.

I looked at the mantel piece, the picture there my trusty side kick. Teresa May tele-girl a low-level telepath. I raise the empty tumbler to her, “you never did speak to me after that day, I know you may feel reproachful that I sent you away. But you had no such business in a fight like that. in my own way I was protecting you, at least you weren't another name on the monument”.

I look up at the plaque and I remember that day when they were sure that the overlord was not going to regenerate again, that his body was inert and desiccated in vacuum storage. The few of us left were standing on the podium the world saved. I fell more tears rolling down my cheeks and I reach for a box of tissues. They gave us a gold medal and a hand shake. Two days later Captain Zap and Borbossa they succumbed to their wounds, despite the best efforts of the doctors. That was sad they gave it their all right up to the last moment, saved my life a dozen times in that battle. I fold into my own lap. my hands on my face stained with my tears as I remember and rock slowly backwards and forwards.

I still keep a look out for some of the others, I visit green fury in the hospital. despite surviving she is still almost lifeless, and despite the vital signs claiming otherwise Sargent Tork still looks like he was turned to stone. In the last four year three more of the survivors the ones who stayed in the game they couldn't handle it. they committed suicide, well as close as a superhero comes to it. The red atom she went against the entire despicable fraternity of Taurus on her own, they caught her final moments on camera. I am both crying and laughing as I sit up and salute their memory, “death by heroism” what a way to go, “suicide by supervillain” I put flowers on their graves once a month.

I can’t do this, fall back into the trap of memory. my head is full off so many morose thoughts, I have to find something else to focus on!

I look at the big screen TV round from the other end of the coffee table. I could reach over and pick up the remote but instead to placate my boredom I focus and the tv flicks to life. It’s the entertainment channel and its re-runs of magicians have talent. Oh, that brought back me back to a happier time. When I was still barely able to do anything with my magic powers other than flimflam card tricks make a few matchsticks move about on a table and make objects appear for a bout ten minutes. I got my first break there and then I did the big stage and the TV specials before my powers really got good and the north north eastern superhero society contacted me with an offer to join them.

I wipe my face clean and settle down on the couch to watch the reruns on the TV channel. Soon I am watching a magic show, that's a bit more corny than most. It’s the classic straitjacket escape act, but this guy he is using a prop jacket from a hallowed shop. “I swear he is spending more effort to make sure he doesn't tear it than he is to try and escape from it”. For his acting I give him eight out of ten for his actual magic act two out of ten. But still it’s nice to see someone with a bit of enthusiasm, the right attitude the right presentation to sell what you were doing. You can get you on stage and make you a living even if the tricks are not that impressive it’s about the presence you build. Then on the screen there is a ripping sound not part of the act and I swear the look on the guys face, I couldn't help but laugh. The presenter talked over it but I swear he said “agh my deposit”, I suppose I shouldn't laugh like that at someone else's misfortune.

I look over the jacket as the spot ends, it’s not even canvas but thick cotton. That resonated with me, there was an odd sensation. Like a thought catching hold of something at the back of my mind. As if it was dredged up from somewhere else, as if it had been sitting there for so long just waiting to unfurl. I blink and shake my head, I have a naughty little idea, to pass the time. With nothing better to do I have a little idea to make today interesting. To try and create some spark of interest in my life, perhaps I have too much alcohol still in my system, but I am going to give it a go anyway.

I calm myself, deciding to give it a try, chuckling at my own silly idea. I stood up close my eyes, cross my arms loosely and concentrated on my power. I visualised what I wanted and could feel the press on my sinuses as my power started to activate. The things I create with my power when I used it at its strongest would only last 24 hours. An object would only stay in place for that long and it had been quite some time since I had used it to create anything of any size more than aspirin and to refill the tub of chocolate ice-cream. At least ice cream that didn't exist after you ate it wasn't very fattening. I opened my eyes and looked down at myself, I was wearing a white t shirt with long sleeves, not exactly what I was looking for but it was a start.

A little bit of concentration and the t-shirt vanished and I started to do my thing again, eyes closed arms in place. I concentrated and there was something around my body, I focused a little harder and it was there solid. I looked down and I am wearing a costume straight jacket, no crotch strap no arm loops just thick cotton and a few plastic belt buckles not very solid at all. It’s been years since I did a strait jacket escape but this one is so loose so roomy that it took me all of a minute to pull my arms over my shoulders put my foot on the strap between the sleeves and leaver the entire thing off over my head. That was not actually that bad, but it still felt lacking. At my best I could probably get out of a posy straitjacket in five minutes before I gave up the life of the stage for the superhero leagues. Hardly a world record but escapology was only one part of my repertoire of skills and if I was doing magic more impressive like the chain coffin escape, well I used my powers to cheat.

I had a little taste of a thrill, the first time I had felt my heart race in I couldn't say how long, it felt right. It couldn't really hurt to experiment with my powers a little more, they were in dire need of a work out anyway. Not that the rest of me couldn't benefit from the same.

I looked down at the prop straight jacket on the floor, it seemed to wriggle for just a second and then it was gone. I took a deep breath and centred myself, one Houdini classic coming up. I could feel the pressure building in my head as my power worked away. In a moment I found that there was a pressure over my torso and something was there firmly between my legs. Experimenting I moved my arms backwards and forwards I had a little play with them, but they were still quite tightly held in place, opening my eyes I was now wearing a more formidable garment.

I walked over to the long mirror on the wall and took a look, that looked like a proper straight jacket ready for a professional performance. Thick tough canvas that can’t be easily broken or pulled apart. the arms are wrapped around me tightly pulled snug around my body and there is a solid crotch strap to prevent easy removal. I roll my shoulders and the jacket was quite snug. I had of course sized it for myself, I twisted around and looked in the mirror. No pathetic costume straps greeted me right down the back of the jacket big heavy lumps of leather tightly buckled with the excess left-over strap folded back on itself and tucked out of the way it was nice and neat and really very tight.
 
Experimenting I gave the straight jacket a gentle tug and the garment held my arms in place, though there was no central strap of side loops. This would still be a massive challenge for a magician who hadn't practised her act in years. I pulled on the arms hard and let out a gasp of surprise as the crotch strap made its devilish presence known, it tugged tightly between my legs forcing my sweat pants and thong to very intimately rub me between my legs. I let out a little gasp … That didn't exactly feel that terrible. Actually, it added to the spice of trying this escape. Oh, I can imagine what my old fans would have paid to watch me squirm about in a jacket like this. A certain demographic would prefer to watch me to keep wiggle rather than actually escaping, for the moment I would be giving them a good show.

As I squirm about trying to get my arms out of this position I find that my breasts are rubbing against the jacket its rather, err … an interesting sensation. Through the thin material of my bra I can feel my soft flesh rubbing against the jacket. That too is a rather exotic experience, my nipples feel like they are being tweaked with each squirm against the jacket. I made very slow progress as I was able to move my arms bit by bit to the point where I could get one arm over my shoulder and free myself from this enforced hug. It would happen eventually, I am now not so much determined to escape as to relive the sensation of my old act.

I take things slowly a little session of struggling. Then I watch a little TV, I also experimented with my powers a little. Both my telekinesis moving well nothing larger than crisps and my house keys about on the table. And my matter synthesis powers small things first cards and coins then scarfs and ribbons. I got to the point where I could conjuror up small bits of furniture. Of course, my head hurt a little, like I had been doing my tax returns but it was still, rewarding.

It was surprisingly enjoyable as I spent the rest of the day err training … well that was struggling in the classic canvas straitjacket. Honestly it was more fun than I expected, I eventually managed to one of my arms over my shoulder and then over my head almost getting out of the jacket. I could just about stretch and reach and undo the crotch strap with a lot of effort. That didn't quite get the jacket lose enough to get it all the way off, the thick canvas on the ends of the sleeves really made it difficult. A bit more practice getting a bit more flexibility a few less tubs of ice cream and a bit more effort and it would be an almost escape, but an actual escape.

Also getting my powers working again left me panting and tired but feeling much better. Who knows I might be able to have another crack at my stage career. I think I still had my agents’ number somewhere. And who knows maybe this time I could have more escapology in my act. I could see it now I do the magic tricks while wearing a jacket using my powers, actually not having the use of my arms seems to help me focus on my telekinesis and conjuration powers.

I finally closed my eyes I felt the tug of my power as the pressure on my brain increased, doing my thing again to open the last buckles ... by well removing them. I squirmed my way out of the rest of the jacket folded it up under my arm and took a theatrical bow for an imaginary audience. I giggle and gave myself a little clap of encouragement. I threw the jacket on the couch then concentrate willing it to evaporate back to the imaginary from whence it came. I blinked it was still there, I scratched my head and tired harder.

This time the jacket seemed to fade and fray around the edges. I schooled my mind and concentrated harder, it almost seemed to be a shame to get rid of it but this was enough for today. It wasn't as if I wanted to wear this costume to bed, finally the jacket was simply gone. This time I managed to get as far as the bedroom not wasting my day down to the bottom of a bottle or rose or sangria. I had a nice warm shower changed into my nightie and actually landed in my bed no the couch, a vast improvement over my usual regime.

I woke up and I didn't feel the usual clawing ache of a hangover. I yawned and rolled the covers back a good full night’s sleep I stretched my neck and shoulders. I could feel a little tingle in my skull where I had been experimenting with my powers but that was fine, … I hadn't pushed myself too far I had a few aches in my body but that was fine. I remember training for the water cell escape that was much easier when you could magic your own oxygen supply into existence. Still I had been a bit of a stinger, I had a lot of work to go.

I pulled the rest of the sheet of and I paused, that's funny I didn't remember wearing any shoes to bed! I raised my foot to examine what was there, it looked innocent enough black patent leather two-inch slip-on heels. I definitely don't remember putting them on. I shrug my shoulders and kick them off. I don't even remember owning a pair of shoes like that, but then again, my powers did sometimes used to subconsciously manifest items, like entire cartons of cigarettes when I was trying to give up. Perhaps it was time to get myself some new shoes, however these ones were a little tight on my foot and pinched a bit. I focused on the shoes for a second and my suspicions were proven right, they shimmered and disappeared. I shrug my shoulders that was a bit odd but hardly the oddest thing it was a good sign actually, it showed that my powers were being given a decent work out.

Now I focus again, doing another twist and shake in front of the mirror almost as if I'm performing for an audition. I get myself a slightly thicker canvas straight jacket with a wider crotch strap and a central loop for the arms, I am not sure that I can escape from this but without the use of my arms I can focus on my powers. I can imagine a little magical show I have the idea for a performance called the reverse escape. An assistant waves a cloth in front of my hands and there are a pair of cuffs on them no big deal yet. Then the assistant raises the cloth again mittens and more cuffs are locked to my arms. Another wave of the cloth and chains and ropes are wrapped around my torso. Next wave of the cloth and I have a transport jacket over the top and shackles on my ankles, the cloth is pulled higher this time and I am in a full body cage. Then an intimidating box and then the entire thing disappears and a few moments later I walk onto stage from one side.

I spend a bit of time struggling but more time practising with my magic. I manage to make a grand piano and a large safe appear in my living room. Then the floor started making a rather unhealthy creaking noise and I immediately dematerialize those items. If I start practising the big stuff I must remember to do it outside. The safe must have been a few tons, one of those can have some substantial stopping power when you manifest them a couple of hundred foot above a giant robot's head. They can also save your life if you manifest a safe around you, that reminded me of my first real battle I ended up summoning a safe around me to stop an attack and it took me two minutes to calm down enough to open the safe up from the inside, right into the supervillains face knocking him out.

I feel tired next time I will work my way up before trying something a few tones, and it will be out the back. I started to dozes off it felt nice and snug in the strait jacket, at least I was getting a hug. It was after the second straight jacket escape that I woke up as something was happening a short check found that I had now somehow gained two and a half inch heels with a buckled strap. It is a bit more irritating than the last time. Still it gave me an extra incentive I had to wiggle out of the jacket almost dislocating my shoulder to get one arm out where I could twist around and undo the straps, it was an actually decent performance really when I put my mind to it, but then I had left just enough room for my body to wiggle out of it.

Then I removed the dam shoes, I rub my aching feet the dam shoes were pretty but pinched like anything. The two things are connected somehow, I wanted a jacket not the heels, where the heck did they come from? I am going to have to spend a lot of time practising with my powers or who knows what might turn up. I remember the bill from the hotel when I summoned a pink Cadillac into the room when I was still toasted, the super insurance said that one was down to me to pick up the tab for.

The next day, aroused and obsessed with the idea, I dressed in a matching lacy bra and panties black leotard slinky seamed nylon pantyhose and yoga socks so I can slide out of the next restraining jacket a little more easily. I searched the internet for something a bit different and after a bit I see a restrict leather straitjacket … “that would look really very good on me ... for my act of course” I added coyly. I stand up in front of the mirror do a little twirl while focusing my power. My arms are pulled in tightly, I can see the black leather the jacket is tightly laced up at the back knotted tightly. Its tailored tight to my figure including a crotch strap that hugs my body almost caressing it. That really looked good against my tight pantyhose, looking at it the garment has a front loop and two side loops that tightly capture my arms. I am probably not escaping it without help, but then I have magic powers. So, I might be able to focus my telekinesis on undoing the buckles … err laces. Dam that crotch strap is distracting, well maybe I won’t be able to focus my powers after all … err I don't think I will be doing much training today.

If I struggle pulling my arms backwards and forwards up and down then I make absolutely no progress in escaping. But I can feel the strap between my legs hugging me sliding backwards and forwards as it cuts a deep indentation in my flesh. I can feel it just between my buttocks. That doesn't feel bad at all. I feel intensely embarrassed as the heat floods my body, I am definitely getting turned on struggling against this jacket. I can feel my hips wiggling as my body is getting excited, I am just pulling harder and harder now. I didn't realize that I was panting so loud good thing there aren't any neighbours close. 

I can feel my toes curling I realize I am rubbing my breasts against the couch as I struggle and wiggle, I am practically grinding myself against the leather cushions my body feels so intense. I can feel my eyes rolling back my neck arching, before I know it I feel like I'm in a sauna then, I orgasm in the most intense release of sexual energy that I have known for years. I flop face down on the couch “best escape ever”. Even though I haven't physically escaped, I don't really care at the moment. The fan boys and some girls would have emptied their wallets to view that one.

I feel tired from all that exertion, then after all that struggling I am practically trapped in the tight leather jacket. I find a comfortable place and dozed off. It felt so snug and comfortable on the couch I must have slept for hours. When I finally wake up I have to wonder did the jacket get tighter while I was asleep, or maybe I just slept awkwardly? I feel a twinge from me feet and an odd sensation in my jaw and I groan. My mouth feels a bit odd, there is something wedged between my teeth holding my tongue down. Nervously I open my jaw and find that I have a mouth guard inside my jaw. It’s a bit of an odd thing. I have not worn one of those since I completed the basic combat sparing training module when I joined as a junior hero. I open my jaw and spit it out, I give the piece of offending rubber a withering stare and it disappears off the table.

But that was only half the problem, what's this. Now I have three-inch ankle-length boots, and judging from the odd metal bits on the shoes, they seem to be locked on. I pull on the jacket in frustration and kick the lock plate on one shoe with the heel of the other. I give it my best I try to focus on the too tight boots and dematerialize them. Worryingly they stubbornly stay put clinging to my feet. They must be something that my imagination conjured not something that someone sneaked into my home and slipped on my feet, it’s annoying but not the end of the world. I focus on the jacket enough fun and games for today. However, it feels odd I am having real trouble with the jacket. I guess I made it a lot tighter than I was originally intending to be, I focus on the jacket again and my powers are not banishing it away.

At this point I am still not terrified at the situation, I can still manage to get out if I am creative. That would be with abusing my powers to create something to help me out of the jacket. I concentrate and feel the pressure in my sinuses rise as I pull on my power. Then sitting there in my living room is a heavy metal object with a sharp hook that I could catch the lacing in. I move around very carefully making sure not to poke myself in the bottom as I move to get at the laces. The jacket is tough the laces at the back are also tough, but slowly working backwards and forwards I manage to unravel the knot and laces to free myself. I almost miss the pressure of the jacket as I pull it off. I then have to go to silly lengths to get the boots off using a kitchen knife to cut them in the end.

Only after I got them away from my body was I able to dematerialise them. I felt a wave of relief at getting the shoes off. As soon as I could get back to my dressing room the heels came off after every performance. Then I got rid of the jacket and the little bit of assistance I used, to cut open the laces, well that was a bit of power of course, I was finding it harder to remove things than create them. It felt so dangerous so naughty so spicy to do it to play with the restraints like this but up to this point I had managed to make a grand escape. At this point I should really focus on something else other than the straight jacket escape. Maybe some card tricks or some larger stage illusions but well, I think after that mind-blowing orgasm I am addicted to the feeling of a strict strap pressing down rubbing between my legs.

Still I am undaunted and I am not completely satisfied, it was good but I was sure that I could do better, if things were a little tighter. I got a good long hot foamy bath and a long rest in bed. As the next day rolls around I woke up and found something pressed between my lips. That somehow, I had managed to summon an adult sized babies’ pacifier while I slept, it was between my teeth. The moment I realised what it was I tried to spit it out only to find that it was on an elasticated cord, behind my head, I threw it in the bin a moment later. I checked for another pair of boots but this time thankfully there weren't any.

I crave a little bit more excitement in my life, I fell that there should be something else that could be done to make the orgasm all the more exquisite. As I finish my breakfast and dematerialise the dishes I remember the heavy leather restraints that they were wrapping super villains in to keep them out of trouble. I close my eyes and do a little twirl in front of the mirror. There is a warm sensation all across my body as if I am being gripped tightly. I open my eyes and inspect my new costume.

Perhaps it was a mistake to do this in the nude, but the feeling of leather against my naked flesh it feels so good, the silk lining is luxurious. There are Three crotch straps lined with textured rubber cradling my intimate area's almost punishingly tight. Wide thick firm leather thigh bands are hugging the tops of my legs. Where my arms cross each other in front of me ... it’s too wide to call a band more a pocket or sleeve holds them tight. There are two big heavy side loops left and right from my torso, giving me barely any movement of my arms. The jacket it is tailored at the waist hugging my curves and the jacket is fitted at the neck. Cradling me putting a little pressure on my body. There are tight redundant straps pinning my upper arms to the side of the jacket, truly it is something to hold a mad scientist, and certainly one horny former super heroin.

Looking at the leather jacket in the mirror it’s a little harder to glance back with the high collar. I can’t really shift my arms with the side loops they are very firmly pinned in place. But there they are laces down the back I can still get it open with a hook on a stand if I have to. And it’s really tight. I find myself moaning like a cat in heat ... tight can be good. I test the jacket pulling left and right up and down backwards and forwards, this feels so good! Its amazingly intimate as I kick and wiggle and struggle rolling around on the floor and the rug, rubbing myself against the coffee table and onto the couch. I get myself worked up, biting a cushion rubbing myself against the leather couch I feel so good I moan, "This one is too tight! Then I explode my lustful moans held at bay by the cushion and the jacket holding my struggling limbs I am wet sweaty and still very tightly bound, red faced and panting on the sofa a distant satisfied smug look plastered on my face.

Even giving my best effort and after many hours struggling around, I barely made any progress. Well I have literally made no progress in the escape. Instead the tight straps working away between my legs have me rather aroused closing round to the third time I am exhausted. The strap panel holding my arms in front is too wide and secure, there is no slack to do anything!

Sweating profusely, my bare skin is practically glued to the leather across my entire aroused body, making a leather cracking sounds whenever I move. On top of that, each attempt pulls on the tight crotch straps between my legs, this feeling which in the beginning was just a distraction, now it's so intense that I can't avoid to gasp or moan. I'm exhausted and at my limit. It was fun but it's time to finish my little adventure for today.

I get up and my legs are a little sore I move to the mirror, I crane my neck round and the laces unravel to become straps. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, I just need to visualize the buckles getting open in my mind, or just ceasing to exist. last time I didn't put my all into it, ...That's it I can feel everything shifting. Now I think I am going to take shower and relax, I just need to stretch my arms and free - Wait, there's something wrong... my arms, I can't move them...at all! The straitjacket is even tighter than before!! What the hell is happening, I just made it a size smaller?!

Panicking, I try again. Come on!! Then the crotch straps become absurdly tight, sinking between my legs and bringing me to my knees: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, Oh God!" I stay still for a while, trying to regain control of my breath and cooling off myself. This never happened before, maybe am I losing my powers? It can't be!

Ok time for plan B, I focus and there is a metal stand with a vice on it and a utility knife in vice. Easy I can just cut myself out, I take a step towards the knife and the entire thing fades away as if it was never there. I shrug my shoulders and do it again and again, but everything that I create fades away before I can use it. That is really worrying, I am going to have to get out of this jacket the old fashion way. I give my arms an experimental tug, perhaps I made it too tight. I can’t budge it struggling makes me look cute but doesn't actually get me out. I can’t use my powers on it or the dam thing gets tighter pulling on my arms and on my waist and between my legs. I shake my head I must be imagining this and I can’t believe it. It’s got to be a dream, I looked down at the crotch strap, and promptly fall to the floor moaning, no not tighter, if I try to use my powers to escape it just gets tighter!

Very slowly I got up and sat on my couch. I looked at the empty glass on the coffee table, closing my eyes, I visualize it full of water. My nostrils twitched I felt a little stuffy but it worked. So, I still have it, I concentrated and a few other random items appeared, a tie clip some dice. I made those items disappear, I created some ice in the glass. Then why couldn't I free myself? Well, at least I am not going to die of thirst. In the meantime, until I figure this out I'm permanently trapped in this ungodly tight straitjacket! Weird enough, this thought alone made my heartbeat go faster. Almost unconsciously I started to rock backwards and forwards working the crotch strap in deeper, my inflamed flesh is bulging out either side of the straps. This is really getting me turned on, I should be far more worried about actually escaping this mess, but well I guess I need to get myself off a few more times before my subconscious brain will let me out.

Several hours later I use my living room mirror to look at the buckles at the back of the straight jacket. I was a bit winded a bit red faced it was after I tried my first theory about getting myself off to get out and have a bit of a rest after I had squirmed to another few orgasms. My arms remained fixed tightly in place and I was still a little horny from my predicament. After even a short nap it was worse. I woke up to a rattling noise and immediately thought of a chain, but that was not the case. On inspection I found that the buckles each now had a little padlock on them that I would never be able to remove by myself. I suppose I could conjure up some sort of industrial press and try to break them. It would probably ruin the floor if a hydraulic press suddenly appeared in the middle of the living room. I didn't remember putting them there, I need to think really hard about using my power to remove the padlocks from the buckles, as fun as this little exercise was it was getting less appealing as more time progressed.

I clear my mind close my eyes and put an immense amount of pressure behind the thought, I feel giddy from the exertion, light headed and there is something different. But when I look in the mirror the straps are gone. Instead of opening the buckles, the two halves of the jacket are now riveted together, and it feels tighter. I really truly panic thrashing like a lunatic who belongs in one of these jackets I am throwing myself about banging the jacket against a bit of furniture rolling around on the floor screaming and trying again and again to get free. After ten exhausting minute I run out of gas and I just lay there for a few minutes on the rug getting my breath back. I get up look in the mirror and try again. There is a flash of pain in my head as I tax my powers. The buckles are back but they are attached to more straps over the top of the already sealed jacket. This is getting ridiculous my control over my powers can’t have degraded that much? How could it be going haywire like this?

Looking at the mirror my hair is a mess, I summon a comb and neaten it up. My powers don't seem to be working on my own creations well the ones fixed to my body. I have to admit it has reached the point where I can’t get out of the jacket by my own means. I curse myself for my stupidity playing this game after all the little warning signs that had started to crop up. I had to push it just too far and now to top it off I have gained another accessory from my last rest. My shoes are even more restrictive. I can’t get out of these four-inch calf high boots with a one-inch cuff locked around the ankle.

It’s a bit harder without my arms for balance. I can just walk in them, just this is getting a lot less fun! My poor toes already ache, still they do make my legs and my ass look really good. In fact, overall, I do look very good I forgot that using my powers a lot burned up quite a few calories, it’s better than most diet plans. If you don't mind the mild headaches. Speaking of which my head feels like it’s in a vice half the time, I conjuror up some more paracetamol and water, getting them in my mouth will be a struggle.

Perhaps my power fuelled by my new-found desire for bondage is taking over. The restraining jacket it has become involuntary, I can’t override or subvert this bondage. But how is this happening and why am I still repetitively calm at this prospect? Well it’s still one of my creations, given a moment to think I remember that they are not permanent. So, to get out I just need to wait for it to fade away in its own good time. After all, when I was a superhero I got stuck in a battle suite for 24 hours that I conjured into existence in an emergency. When I was a very young magician I escaped from the cuffs etc. in some acts because I had summoned them in preparation a while before and simply let them vanish to portray some grand escape, this should be no different, I would just have to wait it out and then freedom, I had subjected myself to piercings and tattoos that had been temporary as a result of my power in the past this would be no different.

Waking up I felt like I was choking, there was something crammed in my mouth. I sat up and looked round. Instantly the bedsheets rolled back and the light switched on moved by my telekinesis almost by instinct. I tried to dislodge the mass in my mouth and a little wet green silk handkerchief came out, it was knotted to a blue handkerchief. I shifted my tongue round and slowly spat out an entire line of bunting. I squinted down looking at the floor where the wet fabric lay and the conjures trick disappeared beneath my gaze. What was next, I open my mouth and a white dove pops out? I grimaced at the thought of that, my power can’t conjure up live creatures thankfully.

I look at the alarm clock on the bedside cabinet, it’s been 24 and a half hours. My visualisations my constructs they always faded away after this time period. Though at the moment I am still firmly locked in the jacket, now I am very worried, now it is definitely time to start panicking. I am in bed struggling and cursing and kicking as futile as any of that is. I can feel something firmly occupying my back passage, some sort of soft rubber cone is wedged up my butt, my unconscious lusts have added a little toy to keep me company oh great. I realize that something else had happened. I am now wearing black leather knee length boots with a five-inch pencil heel. The ankle cuffs are now solid ovals joined with a loose chain, that when I stand up hangs down to the floor. I am really starting to get worried, I don't want one part of these shoes’ boots whatever … it’s getting worse.

Looking at the bedsheets I moved them just by thinking, my telekinesis is compensating a little for my lack of hands. The leather feels a bit tighter, its tightly cupping my pussy squeezing my breasts frustrating and exciting me at the same time. This is still very annoying, for some reason both my powers they won’t work on my jacket. I can’t will the plug to go away, I pull on my arms and stomp my feet in frustration. I march into the kitchen a little nervous on the heels I am tottering to keep my balance. I look at the cupboard and the cereal floats out and pours itself into a bowl that I willed there. Milk follows and I eat levitating one spoonful at a time. I think about my predicament, I don't want to call the cops or someone else. I can imagine this in the papers. I could see the headline, washed up ex super-heroine humiliates herself, stuck while practising new act, I could feel myself blush, losing concentration the last spoonful hit the jacket rather than my mouth.

I conjure up a cloth to wipe away the milk. Then it hit me, I still have a draw full of nice sharp cutlery and I have telekinesis, I am going to get out of this jacket I swear, it’s not going to be the last thing I do, it’s going to be the next thing that I do. After a lot of effort, a got a very sharp steak knife wedged between the draw and the cabinet. I slipped the side loop of the jacket against the blade wiggled backwards and forwards and finally the serrated steel cut through the leather. I looked down in satisfaction only to see the two cut halves of the jacket merge back together and re-join as if they had never been cut. I struggle and pull, my arms are stuck fast, “No way, you can’t keep me in hear. I don't want to be in this jacket one moment longer” I scream at the empty kitchen.

If I did actually get the jacket off I had to ask myself. Would it just reaper on me but a bit more secure. The truth was I was getting more excited struggling against the jacket, the more secure and solid that it seemed to be well the hotter and wetter and more stimulated I was becoming. Was my twitching libido working on my subconscious keeping me in this jacket until I got tired of it. I had to wonder, still I found my powers worked fairly well without the use of my arms. I could conjuror up a three-course meal or summon various bits of equipment into the kitchen.

But I couldn't put a scratch on the jacket and make it stick. I had a long think about the magic that underpinned my powers. if I was constantly subconsciously focused on the jacket. If my mind was still actively creating it then it wasn't technically fully real so it would still be able to move of its own accord still do-little tricks like shrinking and it would never fade away because it wasn't completely separated from the process that was creating it. I was … I guess effectively renewing it constantly so I could never leave it to fade away, I had truly fucked myself over this time.

I needed someone who I could trust to reach into my mind and switch the dam thing off. It was not something I was going to let any random mentalist handle I didn't want some amateur bozo making it worse. Or some smart-arse little prick deciding that while he was in there I needed to fall in love with him or some shit like that. I knew a couple of hypnotists but every single one of them had ended up behind bars because of some abuse of their power. Larry Shenanigans infamous transfer your bank account to this number telethon could still be remembered. I would definitely need to be very cautious. I was very tired I needed to get some sleep, I was turning into a bondage nymphomaniac who needed to be tied up to an absurdly tight degree to get her rocks off. I needed sleep not four hours of rolling around in my bed squirming about until I was moaning into the mattress like a bitch in heat.

I didn't get a fantastic amount of sleep unfortunately. the jacket was so unforgivingly tight and I was just simply rolling around trying to find a comfortable spot but I found myself more turned on as I was wiggling about in bed eventually I became so horny I was testing the springs in the mattress it was not a good combination all round, eventually I fell asleep dreaming of magic and bondage and unconsciously squirming around wearing just the straight jacket and heels.

I woke up with a pain “mmmpph”? My mouth was packed and there was something wrapped around my face, I rubbed my head against the side of the bed frame to dislodge the cloth band then I worked my jaw pushing with my tongue against a block of foam. After a few seconds I spat out the large foam rubber ball wedged in my mouth. I pulled at the jacket “ouch why does that feel so odd”? I quickly realised that my arms were held tightly behind my back. The dam jacket had decided to do a little remodelling while I was asleep. I felt a lot more vulnerable being unable to see my arms my shoulders were wrenched back tightly to the point where they could barely shift. My elbows were being pullet closely together and I could barely shift my arms about with the tiny amount of leverage that I had. That reverse hug was tight and I could feel all the straps that held my arms at the front of the jacket all the loops were right there keeping my arms tightly folded away.

There is also now a substantially tighter collar on the jacket pushing against the base of my throat, this is getting more worrying by the minute. And it’s also turning me on more and more by the minute, that's even more worrying. I was struggling against my own bodies’ desires, and losing rapidly as day by day my bondage was becoming even more dominating, speaking of dominating the plug wedged up my ass seemed to be a few inches longer and about twice as wide with a few ridges that made their devilish presence felt any time I tried to move.

At last I remembered someone that I could call to deal with this, well to be honest with myself they were the first person that I thought of, but the last person that I actually wanted to talk to about this because it was embarrassing and because we had some history together some unresolved issues that might get in the way. I had reasons not to speak to them but the list of other options, well I had gotten to the end of that by this point. Years ago, she had graduated from a sidekick, I had actually gone to the ceremony and stood at the back, now she was a full-time hero. I haven't talked to her in years, I had written a few letters that had never been answered. but who else was I going to call, she might be able to help me. She might actually be willing to help me, and maybe I could settle a small bit of personal business that had been festering for four years.

I hope that Teresa May the Silver telepath my old side kick tele-girl could help me. I looked at the dressing table the draw flew open my little contact book sailed out and opened itself up on the table right where I needed it. I walked across the room and the junk and furniture obliged me by moving out of the way. I summoned a chair and sat down. The phone moved over and landed on the table. I looked at the jacket in the mirror then twisted myself round to look and the tight jacket I could feel my heart beat faster and the room spun. I nervously looked down at the phone. Before I had a change of mind and heart I nose dialled my friend. At first, I tried to use my telekinesis but my powers were cutting out now whenever I tried to use them to escape and this counted as an escape if Teresa still counted me as a friend.

The phone rang for 3 pips then the call was accepted. The line was silent but I could hear breathing on the other end. I am sure she is there. I took a deep breath she knew it would have to be serious before I would use this number. I spoke trying to keep my voice from cracking into self-pitying sobs. “please, I know we have not spoken in years. But, please you have to help me! Please come to my house”. I waited there was breathing on the other end then there was a hesitant voice it spoke one word “Ok” then the line clicked off. She would come at least she would see what emergency it was she would either help or leave at this rate it couldn't get much worse at least I hope it couldn't get much worse.

Two hours later my homes alarm system activated as something got closer, a hidden screen popped up in the main living room and I had a few seconds to enter in a clearance code or else all hell would have broken lose. My home was remote but it was still protected I had been an active superhero long enough to have acquired a few enemies. My tennis court was never used for tennis it automatically shifted to become a landing pad. My friend arrived as swiftly as she could, in an old M-2 flight shuttle, stubby compact durable little things. She probably just set it on auto pilot. You could park them almost like a car. It was the kind of transport that the super leagues were using 20 years ago. I watched her on the monitor she looked a lot more confident a lot more sure of herself. Minimal make up long straw blond hair in waves a silver business suit with a short silver skirt and long silver stockings. She quickly found the spare key under the mat, and let herself in.

I wondered how this was going to happen would she walk in take one look and laugh. would she start screaming at me I had no idea but this meeting was well past due for a number of reasons. She was wearing a look of apprehension as she slowly walked into the house, I walked out into the hall way and looked her up and down. The business suit was a bit two sturdy probably low-profile armour she had a small ray-gun in her hand which she popped into her purse. We just looked at each other for a few seconds. She blinked, “hello Anna I looked over to her taking in the changes Hello Teresa”, I looked at the key “How did you know that the key was under the mat, have you got some sort of clairvoyance now?” she shook her head, “I didn't have to be psychic to see that one. They must have spent 20 million or more on the security on this place and you leave a key under the mat, really it’s like something out of a bad spy novel”.

She looked over my outfit noting how secure and revealing it was how it hugged my figure. She took a step forwards and pointed one silver nail at me, her voice gained confidence as she spoke, “So, what happened to you? Did you finally crack and they put you in the supper asylum?”. I gulped imaging what would happen if they did drag me off to that place hardly anyone was ever released again. I shuddered at the thought “no … not like that … Its one of my own virtualisations … except I can’t get out of it”. She looked sceptical at me and stood their arms folded. I tried to fill the silence, “I can barely damage it and when I cut it the dam thing repairs itself”. I still needed to explain how I had ended up like this or she might call an ambulance for me, with a one-way trip to the super asylum at least I was dressed for the part, that would help get me in but not out.

I felt my face go red with embarrassment, “I, … I was doing a little bit of training. You see … I thinking about reviving my stage career”. Teresa took a step closer looking at me she seemed to be weary. She took a few more steps her voice became sharp. She spoke “You got a medal and I got sent home like a child”. I pulled my shoulders back planted my feet and stood my ground. My voice was firm and a little too loud, “You were only 18 years old. the next of kin of nearly 400 other people also got medals posthumously, I didn't want that for you and I still had the authority to deny you active duty when they called up the ranks so I did it”. She looked furious for a moment then reflective as she slowly closed the rest of the distance between us.

She looked like she wanted to reach out and hug me or kiss me or something. Slowly the little scene unfolded. She looked about, “fine this is as good a place as any, I guess this is where we do this”. I felt her thoughts in my head I didn't have to hear her speak. “you want us to reconnect, I can sense it you want the two of us to have the relationship that we had before. Well I am a hero now I am the one that kept going while you folded. I might have been small time but I kept going there were so few of us left if you had stayed then you could have made at least bit of difference”. I spoke the words and thought them as well, “I did my time I went to my breaking point then I fell down into a bottle and barely came out just to throw some flowers on a memorial or go to some ceremony”.

Teresa walked past me and gestured for me to sit down on the couch, I thought for a second and entire buffet appeared on the table. Theresa dismissed it with a wave, “nice confectionery, I felt abandoned … you cast me aside”, she pointed up at the plaque over the fire place. I started to feel a tear rolling down my cheek, “I cared, I didn't want to see you die, the overmaster was immune to telepathy so you wouldn't have been able to help”. She grabbed me by the lapel of my straight jacket and pulled me close so that I was looking into her eye’s inches away, she looked raw and emotional “I still wanted to be there, for you”. I looked away for a second then met her eyes unflinching, “I understand but it is the way it is, that is in the past what is left now”?

She looked me up and down then took a cup of coffee, “I must admit that there was a bit more to it, than just feeling betrayed when you didn't pick me to stand at your side. I would have marched with you into certain death. I mean then we were best friends at least I thought that we were friends. After you didn't let me go off to fight the overmaster with you well for a while I thought of you as an … well an enemy. Now I can see the reasons that you didn't take me along, but thinking back reflecting over the years. I also feel that you always looked down on me. When they signed me up they told me that we were meant to be a partnership, that I only had to do a bit of probation and I would be a full hero. But well you didn't take me seriously unless you really needed my talents”.

I looked at her “I am sorry if I didn't fully appreciate you, that was a long time ago you’re a full hero now”. “yes, you respect me because I'm a hero now. You always ended up being treated me like a side kick because I was only a low-level telepath. where you could do all that actual fancy magic, well I guess it’s back fired on you now, oh you look so pathetic let me get you out”. Teresa tried to undo the buckles only for the straps to re-buckle and refasten themselves as soon as she undid them. She tried to use a cheese knife on the jacket with a negligible effect. Tele-girl went and got a butcher’s knife. She seemed to be out to prove that she didn't need to use her powers to get me out as a way to show her superiority. She slashed away and I could feel my right hand coming free for a moment only to be pulled back in place. For another five minutes she tried to cut the jacket with a knife only for the jacket to heal itself again and again. To stitch itself back together, it was very infuriating for me, and I did feel a tiny bit nervous with Teresa holding that blade standing behind me, and yet she was trying to help just like old times.

Teresa sighed and put the knife down, she put her fingers to her temples focusing on her power, “I guess you got the best in the business so I might as well do my thing, the kitchen wear was not working”. I can sense your mind the conscious thoughts and the unconscious thoughts you have been a naughty girl”. I felt myself blushing as she continued with the mental probe making an assessment of my condition. “I can sense your power working away the magical based super power, well that is the bit of your brain controlling it. I can feel your instincts rusty as they were from when you used to be a bit of a hero. I can feel all that guilt for being a survivor of that big ultimate battle against evil. I can feel your exhaustion when you felt that you had done your bit. I guess I can see why you retired, I suppose I didn't want to see things from your perspective but that's part of the package of being a telepath. When you retired you didn't practice your powers they are not as sharp as they once were, you can’t control them with the same keen focus right”.

I pulled on the jacket “well obviously” she looked at me, “you went to the standard super hero academy for a bit, you had the usual bit of escape training right”. I nodded “yes and I did perform as a magician, but I have to admit a lot of that especially when dealing with anything like this was with the help of my powers before and after I was a hero”. The telepath looked at me, “I think on some level you don't want to be let out of that jacket, you don't have a reason to come out, that makes it harder it’s like you have become introverted like a protester who has chained themselves some-wear and doesn't want to leave”. I looked around the room, “I suppose your right what have you been doing in this time while I have been hiding myself”? “well I have improved 5 ranks as a Telepath I still act as support hero but I am the one giving the orders not just relaying them. I have made quite a bit of money on the side in poker tournaments”. I nodded “Ok I guess you have done well for yourself … can you get me out of this jacket”.

She moved closer and removed her jacket so that she was not encumbered, something I wanted to do. She pulled and prodded the jacket. She looked like she had some spark of inspiration, “I have an idea” she showed me a picture of a red straight jacket on her phone and the jacket I was wearing turned from black leather to red leather. she looked triumphant, “it’s a small change but imagine if I could get you to change it into paper rather than leather you would be free in a moment”. She looked thoughtful, she had another idea playing across her mind. She raised her phone showing me a picture of a waist clincher she had one hand on my shoulder, “I am trying to turn the jacket into something else”. The jacket changed I felt the air squeezed from my lungs and I collapsed forward into her arms, “That's not helpful … it’s even more uncomfortable now!”

I scolded her, she had not managed to change the jacket I had now just gotten a really tight waist clincher on-top of the straight jacket and it was quite firmly and uncomfortably padlocked in place behind me. In my frustration I tried to bite the jacket, my teeth barely scuffed the leather. Then there was an odd tingling sensation then I felt my jaw cracking open. I was dumbfounded stuck with some sort of rubber coated ring wedged in my mouth. There were thick straps under my chin and behind my head I had no way to resist and my friend, she looked curiously enamoured of my increasing peril.

"Oh, I see, I think I have an idea of what might be happening. Let me try something.

She approaches behind me and suddenly grabs my breasts. -whht hrm nhh dhnng? (What are you doing?)

This is just an experiment. Don't you want to get free? Now, trust me and close your eyes.

I don't know what she's doing, but unfortunately, I don't have a choice.

Just like that. Take a deep breath and relax.

Then she starts grope my breasts vigorously.

Hmf thnf rmhlln nmgmffhrn? (Is this really necessary?) 

Yes, it is. Now be a good girl and stay still.

It easier for her to say, anyway I can't do anything to stop her even if I want to, being this helpless, so I try my best do endure it.

She increases her assault, squeezing hard and almost lifting me from the floor.

MMHHhhh!!

Hold on. Try to imagine my hands touching your skin directly.

I try to focus on that, despite all the distraction... Little by little I start to feel the direct touch of her fingers, which are now making circular movements around my nipples. Then abruptly she pinched them.

MMMMMHHHHhhh!!!

It's working! The jacket is melting away.

She keeps pinching and twisting my nipples very hard. I panic struggling and wiggling my body until she finally let them go.

Well, I mean at least your breasts are free.

Panting heavily, I give her an angry look. Not only I'm still helpless but also now my breasts are exposed and I'm further humiliated! the jacket has a snug rubber lining around my breasts, with some sort of rigid demi cup underneath helping to hold them up like an underwire bra giving me a bit of support. I wish my friend had told me before she tried something with my breasts it just leaves my poor breasts bulging out of the two cut outs in the jacket. Why on earth is my face going red my body heating up and my shameless nipples hardening?

Teresa grinned and smiled she kicked off her shoes and undid a few buttons on her blouse to make herself more comfortable. She pulled the bottom of her garment out of her skirt so it was loose, she undid the buttons so that there was a generous view of her silver bra and she rolled up her sleeves up past her elbows. She looked like she was savouring this, making herself very comfortable at my expense. She cracked her knuckles and then turned her focus back on me. She looked satisfied but her words didn't quite match the look on her face. I gave her a disappointed look and muffled my protests through the gag that was forcing me to drool all over the jacket. I looked down and a cloth levitated and wiped up the drool.

At last my former sidekick was finished fussing and getting comfortable, I swear she was staring at my legs and my naked tits. She had a hard time suppressing her grin, “Ok Anna that didn't go so very well, but it gives me an idea. I think that your stuck in that jacket because you like to be in there”. I blushed and looked at the carpet as her hand reached out and touched my chin forcing me to look her in the eye. She continued “You feel guilty … you feel that you need to be punished right”. I drooled on her hand as she ran her fingers over my lips. She pulled me closer. “You want to be controlled, you don't feel that you should have any autonomy”, I felt myself blushing. “I bet you are second guessing yourself, if your actions in the fight against the overmaster helped or hindered the effort”. I felt like I had been kicked in the stomach, Well I wasn't thinking that before now I was focused on that battle and I could feel a deep burning shame and I was helplessly crying and sobbing”.

The telepath blinked, suddenly a soft but immensely intrusive silicone plug appeared in my mouth out of no-wear wedged in the ring gag. my eyes went wide and the plug slowly started to sink into my mouth of its own accord and in moments I was feeling the rubber tickling the back of my throat and Teresa was hugging me tightly. All I could do was focus on getting just enough air into my lungs to breath. The plug seemed to swell up and I was sucking on it to pull air through the core. I could feel the plug residing in my bottom starting to vibrate as if it was a tuning fork that had just been struck.

I was suddenly inexplicably wiggling about feeling the crotch strap tightly between the folds of my flesh. This was inappropriate, I should be able to control myself I could feel my face getting so red gagged humiliated turned on and unable to do anything about it as I just sat there with my former side kick cuddling me like a little lost kitten. I pulled on my bound legs on my arms but I remained securely in place it was humiliating and now I could feel her breasts pressing against mine, I realised that she was really into this and I could barely resit packaged as I was.

I tried to pull away but she moved forwards suddenly I was pretty much held on her lap. She was holding me very tightly almost so I couldn't get away, she was stroking my hair and I was barely able to breath choking on the gag. “you know you look so cute like this, and it’s all in your mind holding you back, if I was a psychiatrist I would say that you were sabotaging yourself, holding yourself back well its quite obvious that you are”. Her hand was running down my leg and I couldn't object as she stroked my thigh. I tried to pull away only to feel a snap in my back as something tightened on the jacket. She had a firm grip on the straps after that, “Perhaps if you reach a certain level of inconvenience of suffering you will have had enough. That's it your mind will believe that you have suffered enough and it will release you. Otherwise I don't have any other ideas. So, I think I am just going to make things a little bit more unpleasant for you, for your own good of course”.

I had no say in it and no possibly to lodge an objection as she looked me up and down. She ran a finger across my temple and tapped in the centre of my skull. “Now my friend open up your mind give me access so I can give you some help”. I had already lost the battle with my body to the restraint I didn't want to let her in where she had access to my desires and feelings. I knew that she could use her power to force her way in but she was being polite. I felt mortified and gave in letting the gentle pressure pushing at my conscious mind in, as you would invite someone into your inner sanctum as you would take someone into your trust.

I felt her mind against mine, the difference the distinction, we had done this many years ago when she was still training now she felt far more solid her presence more dominating against my flagging self-conscious tired mind. For a second, I saw myself through her eyes bound aroused mute and helpless. She grinned “You can see what I can see. now I can feel that you think it’s a bad idea. but well I am the telepath and you are the naughty girl who is getting spanked metaphorically by your uncontrolled desires. you can already feel your mind latching onto what I am presenting”. She tested the connection, she thought about a toaster and I thought about a toaster and there was a toaster on the table the exact same one she had at home I had now produced for her with my power. She smiled and looked down at my restraints the manacles went from rusty iron to bronze back to stainless steel in a matter of seconds, she was trying to get into the part of my mind that controlled the restraints. Part of me wanted her in their part of me was still apprehensive for a number of reasons.

I could feel an acute sense of nervousness like I was walking around naked as Teresa had access to my thoughts. She smiled “found it, now to add a bit of pressure to your predicament” I could feel it getting even worse as she sent my powers working along specific lines. I could feel my legs shift and change. For a second it was unclear what had happened now much to my regret and the twinges of pain in my feat I was now dressed in black thigh high six-inch heeled boots. They were strapped and locked and laced on in a way that would make their removal very time consuming. I was worried about balancing as they came with a one-inch platform everything was laced tightly shut.

They were boots clearly designed to be looked at not actually worn. So impractical my feet really hurt. My toes were twisted into an uncomfortable position and the hobble chain from the ankles was really tight, keeping my feet right next to each other with barely any room to shift about and try to make it more comfortable. Also, the top of the boots were connected to the bottom of the straight jacket with two big leather straps. They looked a bit like heavy duty garters making it even worse. Making the boots incredibly snug and horribly impractical and yet I was more turned on being forced to wear them at the whim of my former side kick, than if I had selected them myself there was something about being forced to endure anthers will that was turning me on, and I dearly wished that I could hid that fact from her.

Teresa was looking at me funny, no she was actually looking at the plug wedged in my mouth tightly at home held by the ring gag. She raised an eyebrow and the plug slowly shifted it started to move backwards and forwards extricating itself from my jaw. That was the first time anything had shifted my bondage. The plug landed on the floor, it bounced then come to a stop and fade away. The plug lodged in my rear end stopped twisting about for a moment. I breathed a sigh of relief able to take a full breath. She reached forwards and I didn't flinch ... well not much. For a second it looked like she was going to force herself on me and make me share a kiss with her, not that I could resist as I was bound so tightly.

I could see it in her eyes that was what she wanted to do, to take me there. But she stopped herself at the last minute. She reached forwards and I almost flinched as she set about removing the ring gag, with a bit of effort. For a second it seemed to writhe and struggle in her hands as if it was trying to crawl back into my mouth to keep me gagged, but after a second it stopped moving. Something she had done had worked I was free of the gag. I work my jaw for a moment to regain my voice, “thank you for that … at least I can speak properly again”.

Teresa looked down at my horrible footwear, she reached out and ran her hand over my right leg. “Now I know that little idea of mine didn't free you. It just made things a little bit worse. But believe me there is a threshold where your subconscious will get fed up with this little game, just you wait and see, I just need to push it a little but further”. The telepath went and got her tablet she scanned through several things online until she had precisely what she wanted. Returning I was sceptical, but at this point I didn't think it could get worse. She gestured for me to follow her into my bedroom, “we need somewhere more comfortable to do this”. 

My ‘friend’ now showed me some pictures of black ballet heeled boots which were so pointy I was almost wincing just looking at them. She showed me a very solid steel and brown leather fetishist version of an orthopaedic leg braces and then finally the last item, something that looked like a piece of weight lifting equipment that was actually a sort of heavy rigid bar ankle cuff, all to help me further by her twisted reasoning that I had to become more uncomfortable in order for my subconscious mind to basically be satisfied that I had suffered enough.

I sighed “you have got to be kidding” In the space of a few moments I felt my power activate and I got the tightest most sadistically proportioned pair of heelless ballet boots that crushed my feet and ankles. They were still strapped to the bottom of the straight-jacket and they were still not going anywhere any time soon, they were combined with a pair of locking metal and leather medical braces over the top of them which made it a struggle to move my limbs at all a fight to bend them and a fight to lift them. Then there was the solid bar ankle clamp which locked over my ankles holding them rigidly in place with about an inch between them. It was heavy awkward and restrictive. I could barely move my legs it was like they were set in concrete with all the restrictive layers, I looked at Teresa, “Thanks … now I can’t walk out of the bedroom”!

She helped me onto my bed then patted me on the shoulder “look it might not work instantly … but it should just reach a critical mass and then poof your free, you should regain full conscious control of your power”. She stood over me and looked down thinking. “It just needs a bit of time if you can’t move about that might be enough to finally break the barrier that's keeping you bound”! I muttered to myself and sat on my bed, “and if all this doesn't work”? She shrugged, “well … I could put you in a coma like state for a couple of hours and see if that shuts all your powers down”, I didn't like that idea one bit, as if I was a faulty computer and she was going to reach for the reset key not my favourite idea for one second, “I will take a rain check on that option”.

She left me alone for a bit on the bed, I was bored, I could have summoned a milkshake some snacks I could have turned the TV on with my telepathy, but well I had other ideas. I was quite frustrated helplessly bound in leather and steel laying on soft satin sheets. I was also quite turned on as I was so helpless the boots were starting to grow on me as restrictive as they were they had a certain elegance and beauty to them. so, I started to have a little game wiggling about. Letting the tightness of the straps work away on my flesh getting me more and more excited and not really helping me get free. I could feel the heat and arousal building with my helpless legs and exposed breasts it was quicker now than it was before. I didn't have a gag to chew on but well I could roll over and chew on my pillowcase for the moment.

I was red faced and mortified five minutes later when my friend and now possible my jailer found me wiggling about on the bed rather enjoying my predicament. She had her mouth open at the sight that greeted her as she found me trying to get off on the jacket’s tight crotch strap. She waved one finger in my face, “naughty girl, I guess I will have to teach you a lesson. You can’t have any outlet if you are comfortable then you stay as you are. So, I have to cut off every possible avenue of release even that, until you truly want out”.

She scrolled on her tablet for a moment then showed me a picture of a rather punitively tight chastity belt with a viciously ribbed discipline anal plug built into it that must have been at least 9 inches long and very rigid. I gasp as my straight jacket changes and the crotch straps are replaced by the cold solid metal of the chastity belt. The waist band was linked to the main jacket by a number of riveted straps. My body shook and my arousal crashed as my clitoris was clamped between two plates of metal that were part of the punishingly tight belt, it was rather harsh I gasped in pain and sat there stunned.

I am now stuck with my waist clinched in the belt seems to have merged with the waist clincher for something to truly take my breath away, it’s really impeding my breathing with the rest of my outfit. my arms are tucked tight and neat behind my back, I desperately want them free so I can claw this chastity belt off. I swear the jacket has somehow gotten tighter. and my outfit is topped off with a tight chastity belt locked on for good measure. At least the cold steel belt has some sort of rubber or latex lining. Of the most part it doesn't feel uncomfortable but, I so desperately want to come. Then the anal-plug made its presence known stretching me wider and wider making me gasp and whimper right in front of Teresa.

She wore a look that said serves you right, that you brought this upon yourself. The plug made my ass feel uncomfortably full. I stared at her, “you can’t do this to me! Well I know you just did, but come on I need something to combat the boredom. It’s not like I can do much else in this state!” she looked down at me and patted me on the head. “if you’re not enjoying yourself then you will actually want out of your restraints and you will free yourself subconsciously or consciously”. I fumed she had a point, “Also the size of the plug it’s no fun I can feel myself blushing its intrusive and stretching and humiliating and I can’t do anything about it. the dam thing is mechanically squirming about in my rear! Tormenting me”. She rolled me over and patted me on my bottom. “you look so cute like this don't make me consider punishing you further”.

I tried to use my telepathy to bypass the belt and directly stimulate myself, but it wouldn't work my powers cut out at the most frustrating times. I tried to visualise some sort of stimulator inside the belt vibrating against my pussy to give me the vibrations I needed to cum. But infuriatingly my contrary powers just made the steel strap between my legs even tighter. Teresa came back and I tried to be very polite, “This thing is too tight you managed to get my gag out come on try using that technique on the rest of my restraints”. She patted me on the shoulder, “you want to talk, so I could persuade your subconscious to let go of the gag … you really don't want to do much else, you can use your powers to maintain your body's basic needs can’t you”?

I sat there and thought about it, squirming about, “well I haven't had to go to the toilet in a while and I can rehydrate myself just thinking about it ... so I suppose so”. I gyrated my hips emphasizing the chastity belt, “come on, let me out …. please! You have to do something more this is-ant working very well. I'm so board like this. Come on let me get a nice relaxing toy in this belt you can’t keep me locked up like this” she gave me a wicked smile telling me that she could. I focused in on her, “I can keep complaining all night, you’re a telepath even if you gag me you will still hear my thoughts picking at you!”

I kept on with the same thing trying to get Teresa to wrestle with my subconsciousness and forcibly try and free me. Even when she wasn't in the room there was that link in our minds and I poured my complaints down that channel. My jailer eventually started to get fed up with my begging and complaining, she came back into my bedroom. I could see it in her eyes the tone of her voice the body language she displayed she wasn't going to suffer a moaning brat for too long before there were consequences. Perhaps I wanted to see what those consequences would be? Perhaps I wanted to see if her idea of making my situation intolerable, bound to the point that I wanted out beyond whatever guilt or desire for punishment I carried, would it work? Certainly, having my clitoris cruelly pinched and my bottom filled to the brim with the rubber plug was making me even more desperate to get out of this restraint, or to get a little bit more stimulation.

She looked down at me like a misbehaving pet, “ok you are getting on my nerves. I guess it’s time to shut you up”. Ever since I tried to bite the jacket and rip one of the seams open I had an ache in my jaw as if something belonged there. Now with a mental suggestion it was back, I had a jaw stretching rubber coated ring gag in my mouth. It just appeared now my jailer suggested a pump gag. That thought expanded into a rubber bladder in my mouth. There was a pump sticking out that pumped itself up, then the pump was gone but the immense gagging pressure remained. There was a valve sticking out from the ring. Teresa kept whispering, then there was a tight rubber panel on-top of that connected to the harness of straps sealing my mouth keeping it all in place. then an instant later a tight black rubber hood plunged my world into darkness. I was frightened and horny on-top of that covering my face I felt a little nervous. There was a new assertiveness as she pushed me down onto the bed, her hands were pressed on my shoulders her lips hovered over the gag, she had me at her mercy.

I could have done something with my powers, pushed her off with my telepathy. Trapped her head in a block of ice, treated her to an exact duplicate of the restraints I was wearing, but I didn't. I could feel where she was through our connection, but I didn't feel inclined to act against her even though it was obvious now that she was tormenting me making my bondage more and more secure. Was that our friendship or something else holding me back? She whispered in my ear, it was a seduction of tight rubber and leather. I am now pretty much helpless both physically and mentally to resist as my jailer began to describe an ultimate restraint, I was equally mortified and turned on at the proposed increase to my frustrating bondage.

As she mentally projected into my mind an image of how she wanted me to be cocooned, my powers began to follow her direction completely skipping my conscious control. I could see it what she called a reverse prayer position for the arms of the jacket. They would be connected to the back of a second incredibly tight black leather hood that would form over my already encased head. It would be even more secure with the addition of a sort of really sadistic posture collar that removed even the slightest chance of movement in my head. The collar would also be heavily padded dampening sound keeping my head tilted back so that my jaw was at the best angle to make the gag as large as possible, another thing to look forwards to.

Moments later my power activated fast and seamlessly my hand were moved. Now they are locked even more tightly behind my body, fused into one restraining mitten that is connected to the back of the new leather hood. Really, they are the same restraint and my head is pulled back unable to move its irresistible, and turning me on even more. I can’t resist her touch at all … and I don't really want to. I can feel her rolling me over examining my arms. Then there is a collar wrapped around my throat that encompasses the bottom of the hood and my hands its confining and dominating, and I want to be confined and dominated. I can barely hear her words through the hood but I can feel the intentions through our link.

Its late it’s time to sleep, my friend is generous she is going to stay the night to look after me. She has a nice idea to keep me snug and out of trouble how considerate of her. I am going to be put away for the night all snug with an ankle to elbow hog-tie I can feel my body shift and lock my spine bend and my tendons stretch. Then she suggests something about a rather large vibrating plug deep in my ass to keep me company. The plug got worse, leaving me a squirming bundle that is more desperate to cum than to be free. Teresa is now in bed with me, I can feel she had stripped to her underwear then that two is gone. she was spooning me her legs wrapped around me, her hands seemed to cup my breasts and the two of us fell asleep like that with satin sheets wrapping us up tightly together.

Was I dreaming, at least I think I was, yes, I must still be asleep was she in my mind or was it some suggestion some hint of Tela girl’s presence. I could feel something a thought or a mental suggestion. I could feel it and I was not entirely unopposed to the hit. It would be nice if my bound body was heavily teased. If there was some sort of vibrator or toy. I imagined myself spanked or tickled or both. Maybe a nice vibrating ridged plug buried in my pussy, yes, I could feel myself or was that imagine myself gripping it cradling it in my flesh as it brought me to orgasm.

I was bound physically unable to move, was this still a dream? There was something from far earlier I could see it in detail even if something was a little hazy. It all started a little earlier, I imagine the telepath suggesting something my "friend" pretending to help, me giving me some bad advices, which causes my body to become further bound and humiliated and yet I wanted it. I was super frustrated yet it was making my powers unstable they were really getting out of control. Whatever the dominating bitch suggested happening to me almost immediately. I both love it and loath it. Is she overriding my mind making me like this stuff, or have I always liked it? It’s so hard when the bitch is in my mind! But I don’t trust myself I need my mistress to tell me what I need to do how I can service her.

I am roused from my slumber, by my own worries and the shifting flesh around me, I am entwined with Teresa and the silk sheets. I try to call on my power and free myself but I can’t focus on it. I remember waking her up she had grinned and whispered in my ear, "This buttplug causes so much distraction already, I can't even think what would you feel if it happens to grow bigger and bigger and bigger... how humiliating would be if this huge and uncomfortable thing would get completely stuck in your rear and you wouldn't have any way to remove it..." the dam thing must have expanded to a good 12 inches and the base seemed to be practically glued between my buttocks and buzzing faintly driving me wild with frustration, but still I had succumbed to my exhaustion and dozed off to sleep.

She stirred beside me and Teresa was awake, she was stroking the side of my helpless body running her fingers over my chastity belt. "Poor thing, I can't even imagine how desperate you're to cum, that agonizing toy vibrating inside you for so long”. The buzzing in my ass went from a low-level distraction to an intense building vibration that had me ready to explode. She continued to whisper, “what would you feel if it suddenly stopped in the worst possible moment? Your nice and tight jacket holding your arms completely useless, your gag preventing you to ask for help. Would you be able to stay sane?" I screamed into the gag in frustration as the vibration stopped at the last possible moment to deny me. The gag seemed to expand even larger to absorb my begging. I tried to project my complaints into Teresa’s mind via our link but it was like they hit a rubber sheet and bounced off.

She cuddles me and slowly gets back to sleep she is sharing the same bed as me keeping me company spooning up against my bound body. While the plug teases and denies me as she snores away happy to use me as a living body pillow, it’s turning me on even more and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. I am so desperate! Please ... mistress please let me cum, I will be a good little girl ... oh god where did that come from! I was so dam tired I needed a good nights sleep not whatever this was going to be.

My former sidekick current captor finally stirred, she smiled down at me and I could feel the desire projected through the link. She felt ravenous and capricious as her hands squeezed and cuddled my cruelly bound exhausted body. “it’s time that I revealed the truth of your imprisonment. To tell you the truth I have always wanted your body, and your heart. I have always loved you since we met all those years ago, when we were so close together working as a partnership. When you rejected me, I got really mad. I used my power, I implanted the idea for you to get your self caught up like this in a bondage scenario. I hammered it into a white-hot thought and shoved it into the deepest part of your brain, for you to call me to ride to your rescue. All so I could scoop you up into my firm embrace, at first I was going to just save, have you feel grateful but now I want to keep you”.

I was mortified betrayed and excited at the same time, I pulled on my bonds in a futile effort to free myself and I felt her hand smack into my rump as I wiggled. “Naughty girl, you know I Also like pretty women and tight bondage. Now that I am projecting my desires into your mind so do you deep down you wish to remain firmly bound and teased and disciplined and it doesn't matter if you did or didn't desire it in the first place because you do now”. I struggled to break free from her mental and physical control, my hog-tie became tighter. And she cradled my bound flesh more tightly. She grinned down at me, “you look so tasty like that I could cover you in whipped cream and lick it all off”. A tray full of cream appeared on the bedside cabinet and Teresa had to stop herself for a moment as she considered the possibility. She chided me “Not yet, you need another week of teasing to be ready”, there was a disappointed mumble from my gagged lips and the tray disappeared.

She playfully squeezed and twisted my bullet hard nipples, “you see you rejected me in the past. Or maybe Anna, now that I come to think about it. I don't think that you even noticed that I was actually interested”. Looking back yes, I didn't even notice her flirting, laughing away thinking that she was just kidding when she suggested the two of us spend a week end in escape training sharing the same rubber cocoon getting to know each other. Considering the way, she was always clinging to me the way she was practically living over in my front room yes, I could see it now. I didn't know if what I felt now was genuine love and desire for her or something that she had manufactured and projected into my head. Was it just a false desire that she had implanted there?

She stroked my narrow waist, “Let’s get you a little upgrade shall we”? Mmmhhoow ammpphh noomp” I answered thinking towards her, “How about no”! She was pushing something inexplicably into my mind I could see a picture of an extreme wasp waist corset with a fancy black lace trim and solid steel boning reinforcement bands squeezing me. Suddenly in one go it was incorporated into the jacket, replacing the waist clincher. I was gasping like a fish out of water. I needed sweet oxygen. The experience of being suddenly tight laced into submission was too much. That fucking thing was far too tight, the steel boned construction was crushing my ribs, I am going to pass out. I regained my focus as she seemed to have unlocked something.

That bitch I thought she couldn't keep me like this forever, can she? She can’t keep teasing me like this? my head will explode if it keeps going. I swear if she does this without letting me cum for much longer she is going to get a matching set of brutal restraints. When I could just get my focus back, I will wrap her up just like I am and see how she likes it!

I feel a line of fresh air against my naked vulnerable skin. “oh god ... she managed to get the plate off my chastity belt. It felt so good, her fingers running over my flesh. I desire her so much right now, she could take me in any degrading humiliating way she liked if only. I projected my desires “Please let me cum mistress ... I need to so desperately. Oh god the plug in my ass has started up again! Please let me cum, I will be your obedient sex slave please! I could feel her will, her dominating thoughts pressing down upon me. She had her nails tracing around my inflamed desperate flesh “I think you’re going to have to learn your lesson, two words will dominate your focus. Every braincell every neuron will be geared towards towards the end goal of escaping the cycle of tease and denial that I am going to impose on you”.

I tried to shake my head to scream to struggle as the restraints reconfigured forcing my knees wide and giving Teresa access to my most intimate areas. She ran her tongue down between my legs lapping at me like a cat with cream. She spoke up “Even the best mad scientists, I was never fully convinced about there "machines" that were designed to detect when someone is about to cum, or even if there was another person with super human senses "watching them closely", but if it's a self-inflicted punishment that springs from your own mind. It's perfect, you will tease your own flesh to the last millisecond and then stop”.

She tapped the base of the invasive plug, “This is my perfect revenge for all the lonely nights you put me through. Ever since I had a mad crush on you. Now Anna I can feel you begging for it. You can’t fight your own mind your own powers” she ran her finger over my clitoris, “this relieve would be your way out”. I could feel the massed survivor’s guilt, it was at the point that on some level my subconscious mind believes that I should be punished like this, I couldn’t stop her, her touch was heaven and hell redemption and purgatory at the same time. I could feel the weight of her thoughts it would be weeks before she got tired of this game.

A panel in the hood over my head appeared and Teresa was removing the pump gag. Suddenly she shifted round and I am trapped between her legs. In moments I am overtaken by lust licking away desperate to please her, so that she might return the favour. Then her flesh is pushed brutally hard against my face and all to soon she is shuddering in pleasure. I want to share that pleasure with her, I can’t breathe and she is squeezing me so tightly. I am about to black out but get a gasp of air. Then she is wiping herself clean, then she adds to the indignity and stuffs her wet stained panties deep in there in my mouth to remind me of my new place!

The pump gag goes back in it expands of its own accord and the layers reseal over it. Then the pump gag seemed to fill with warm liquid rubber solidifying it and making my jaw even more tightly compacted. The telepaths silky panties are so far down my throat now that I am practically at the point of swallowing them. She rubbed a hand over my encased head, “Good girl, well done for your first time, this is also the perfect opportunity to increase the substance of your gag and especially your hood”. The complexity of my restraint suddenly increased adding another layer of rubber over the leather. Then leather over the rubber then more rubber again then a tight steel mask over the top that tightly crushed my head and held all the other layers compacted in place utterly subjugating me.

My captor returned to teasing my pussy, since the beginning, my powers had been growing to help control and punish me. Early on I had managed to bite and spit the gag off the first few times, only for the next day for it to reappears bigger and tighter. My powers were such that I didn’t need to eat. Though right now it would be nice if I had a nice double gin. My new reality was to be teased no! then later on... she stroked my breasts and I wanted more, “now I think those nipples of yours need some nice tight clamps” they appeared in place and tightened making me squeal into my gag. “good girl you can never escape from me and very soon you won’t want to. I think that you need that plug in your cute little ass to be just a tad larger, oh you don’t like that? I can feel you resisting let it go surrender good girl, you can feel the rubber expanding to keep you nice and plugged and in line”.

The end