To catch a Maniac

It was a pleasant day, which was rather extraordinarily surprising at sunny views shopping centre. The shopping centre was finally living up to its name. On that day the plastic and linoleum sparkled like marble and ivory. The shopping centre was a fairly new one and a fairly large one. It was also owned by the same people who ran the sunny views asylum there were links. Nurse Michelle slowly worked her way between the crowds of shoppers. She was dressed in her every day clothes, apart from one or too long looks she drew no unusual attention. She stopped between a medium sized hardware store just setting up and a florist having a closing down sale, a small time but still stylish little fashion shop. Michelle glided into the shop a bag under one arm she had a special package to pick up. 

Michelle had an old friend that she was visiting that day. April was a glamour and lingerie model, she was a tall leggy red head who was well endowed in every department. April wore retro clothes and had a thing for very high heels. She was the sensible one, and apparently the more business minded judging from the size of her apartment. April really liked martial arts and even though Michelle knew some judo she was no match in a fair fight with her friend, April knew a lot more Judo she was normally very controlled and focused. It was then out of character for April to be the one to lose control. But she had badly twice which prompted Michelle’s visit. April was a little depressed so now she tried to pep herself up by wearing her favourite pair of strapless four inch olive green heels. She covered up the footwear with a long light pastel green skirt and a tight pale green blouse it was so pale it was almost white . Michelle was a short voluptuous blond rebel who wore almost anything, She had decided that April needed some help, but April would be to humiliated to embarrassed to seek it out herself. Therefore Michelle would make sure her friend got it, and if Michelle had to help her friend into something nice and tight and restraining that was an added bonus.

April and Michelle met at Aprils apartment. The two School Friends had felt there personal relationship strained by the two incidents but they still were good friends and kept there conversations civil wile one of Aprils other friends from work was around. But when she walking out the door. April began to count the seconds till the door shut then she turned round expecting Michelle and found her there. 

Michelle started off talking not letting April push her away “I swear to you, hand on my hart that I did not , not in a million years mean anything I said”. Michelle was referring to the last little out burst from April which had been hugely embarrassing to April and Michelle’s reaction to it she had said some uncharacteristic things.

April was still thoroughly annoyed, “That was a nightmare it took me an age to calm down”. Michelle continued “Now what can I do to show you I’m sincere, I really want us to be best friends again, I swear I wont interfere again”. April looked at Michelle she looked at the pleading look in her big blue eyes, but she wasn’t convinced. “I know you didn’t plan it that way that you couldn’t have planed it that way but it still happened twice and for all I know it could happen again, and the next time who knows it could be even worse, I believe you but I don’t trust you, not completely ”. 

Michelle launched into another line of attack, using a different tactic. “You can trust me April, you trusted me at college when we did our final year project together even though you didn’t go into medicine, you went into modelling. You trusted me when we rented that apartment together”. Michelle was beginning to work on April to get her to come round. “Three years of college and everything else is a lot of history together but what can I say some things are just too far” April stopped there.

Michelle tried a different approach “Those two incidents they have a silver lining think we have a chance to become closer friends”.

This got April mad “You want to say that those incidents that my humiliation was good for our friendship? You are actually saying that there is a silver lining to all this that I can actually benefit from this. Do you know what it is like, the embarrassment the pointing the whispers the people talking behind your back, how would you like that to happen to you”.

Michelle almost casually replied “I don’t bend that way if you know what I mean”. An Infuriated April replied “Well nether do I”.

Michelle had one more argument “You have to admit you have more work, people remember your name”. April had to concede this point “1 do have an almost full diary of modelling jobs”. Michelle edged on humouring her friend “Any publicity is good publicity” April queried this “But I can’t think that that’s the way to build a career”.

Michelle began to manoeuvre April “It’s not my fought it’s not your fought its nobody’s fault”. April thought about this “Yes I suppose you’re right”. Michelle had hoped to convince April to voluntarily get help now she would have to do it the fun way.

Michelle walked over to a pile of shopping bags she had brought with her. Michelle pulled out one wrapped box and marched back over to April. “Hear is a little piece offering”. April held out the box “I saw you looking at it in the window.” April tentatively reached over to the box she handled it like it was going to explode or sprout legs or something. April broke the seals on the wrapping then slowly unwrapped the box it was quite large and heavy. April tentatively opened the box and pulled out a garment. April held the garment up and examined it. It was a cargo dress the next generation of fashion from her favourite designer, at least that was what it looked like something similar to a cargo skirt.

April looked apprehensively at the dress it was a real piece of art, a spectacular piece of craftsmanship but she still had reservations “Michelle you didn’t modify it in any way did you?” Michelle looked back at April “I didn’t touch it, it was still in the box ”. A less apprehensive April headed for her room to try it on.

The dress was floor length, in fact high heels were an advantage, no a necessity when wearing it. It had long sleeves which went up to the wrist. There seemed to be more pockets than needed also clips and rings of various sorts. In the sleeves on the shoulders beneath the chest there were also straps and buckles that had many mysterious functions. The pockets were stitched onto the fabric so that they didn’t ruin the lines of the skirt or the dress.

The dress was made of two layers of an incredibly tough rip stop fabric, the seams were triple stitched glued and heat bonded. There were two pockets either side over the hips from the hips down to the knees there were two seams that had carefully hidden zips that could drastically alter the shape of the skirt section. There were straps buckles and handles all over the dress various clips and hooks, you could store your keys. There seemed to be pockets for everything, lipstick mobile phone etc.  

April took the dress with her into her bed room, she carefully took off her long skirt folded it and put it to one side. She took off her blouse folded it and put it to one side. The dress was a dark olive green that would match her shoes quite nicely. She carefully opened the back of the dress, it was a little difficult there were about six straps, they looked to be just for show at the back that were built into the design of the dress. The zip was a heavy one and would be covered up by the six straps with a strip of fabric to look like it was never there. Tentatively April put one foot than the other into to skirt with a little wiggle she began to slide the fabric over her ankles up her calf’s up over her thighs to her hips. The dress seemed a size too small but april persevered. At about her hips the fabric caught and caused April a little trouble with some squirming and a little extra effort April had the dress over her hips. She struggled against the fabric then found the sleeves and put her arms in and began to persevere, with a little more effort she had her hands in and pulled the sleeves all the way up. It was difficult to reach the zip after a few tries April called for reinforcements. “Michelle a little help please”. In a few seconds Michelle was in the bed room. She turned April around and proceeded to do up the heavy zip at the back of the cargo dress. A minute later and she had done up all the straps at the back the zip disappeared into the dress. April didn’t notice the complex locking buckles. April came out of the bed room and began to admire her self in the large hall mirror.

“This is just a start” Michelle commented looking at April. Michelle reached down and grabbed two zippers along the sides of the dress, with a little pull they dramatically tightened the fabric pulling April’s knees together. The two zips had pulled in a pleat in the dress folding the fabric in on its self. Michelle wasn’t finished yet she reached behind April and grabbed a zip that ran from behind her knees to her ankles. With a sharp tug she pulled this slit closed, this pulled April’s ankles together and gave her a very restricted hobble. But Michelle was nowhere near finished just yet. There were two tabs on the skirt’s edge coming just below April’s ankles with a little effort Michelle was able to connect then together under April’s heels, with a small inaudible click that neither of the two women heard. This little action had two effects it pulled the skirt downwards and tightened it like a drum. It also acted as a tight strap beneath the arches on April’s four inch strapless heels, basically trapping them on her feet welding her shoes together into one unit. April was busy looking at the effect the incredibly tight fabric had on her legs and especially her ass. The dress gave her a sexy bubble butt, her ass jiggled with every twist in the incredibly tight skirt, her ample bosom strained against the fabric.  

April began to look at the chest pockets they looked incredibly deep almost as if you could store anything in them. Michelle spoke “They have a duel purpose,  you can keep your hands warm in them on a cold day.” Experimentally April put her left hand in the left pocket. The angle didn’t feel right. Experimenting she put her left hand in the right pocket it fitted like a glove it was angled that way. It was soft lined with some type of quilted fabric. Michelle guided April’s right hand in the left pocket. Michelle spoke to April “feel how deep the pockets are feel how snug they are they can be as warm as gloves.” so April pushed her hands a little further into the pockets. It was very snug in there. April was hugging herself tightly, Michelle gently pushed Aprils elbows. Aprils hands explored deeper, there appeared to be snug spaces for each finger at the bottom of each pocket built in gloves they seemed to be reinforced in some way. Without questioning April put her fingers into the spaces. 

What she hadn’t noticed was that edges of the sleeves seemed to be designed to catch on the inside of pockets. As April pushed her hands in a little further she heard two loud clicks. Immediately April found that she could not pull her hands out of the pocket, the pockets had suddenly gotten an awful lot tighter. A tube of fabric had tightened round each individual finger and a strap built into the mouth of the pocked firmly clamped around her wrist. April panicked for a second then calmed down, this was a completely different situation. “Michelle I’m stuck not funny get me out”.  April bellowed. Michelle replied “Hold on a second I’ll just get you free”.

Michelle began to examine the tight dress. April waited patiently there for a minute Michelle grinned. “This fabric is reinforced with a titanium fibre Kevlar weave it can’t be cut and I wouldn’t cut you out any way”. April looked up with a scowl” And the rest?”, Michelle continued, “You need help, the kind of help only a tight straight jacket and a big fat ball gag can give”.

April thought for a minute she had little room left to manoeuvre, she could wiggle her elbows about a little but could not manoeuvre them further. She had to find some way out of the jacket, with a little effort April was able to push her hands in further. April tried to twist her arms around but it just made things tighter she could push her hands in further but not pull them out . It then dawned on April she had no way of getting free with her arms trapped there it she had no use of her arms whatsoever. April saw red and panicked she then began to thrash about in the dress, struggling as hard as she could which wasn’t very much against the formidable restraint. April was a mad woman confined in high tech stealth straight jacket. Carefully locked away so she posed no danger to her self or others, slowly April felt herself slipping over on her high heels. she was going to fall, but Michelle caught her. “Calm down calm down” Michelle began to utter soothing words. 

Michelle held april with one hand and began to rummage through the various pockets in the cargo dress with the other. Michelle found what she wanted it looked like a small pink rubber ball. Michelle quieten her enraged friend down, by stuffing the small rubber ball into Aprils mouth, before April could complain some more. The ball wasn’t made of normal rubber it wasn’t a gobstopper. It was something else entirely made of a non toxic expanding rubber that absorbed moisture it was activated by Aprils saliva. The ball Michelle had stuffed in Aprils mouth could expand to fill a hole the size of a base ball  April bit down on the funny tasting ball for a few seconds then tried to spit it out, that was to late the non toxic substance reacted and began to swell. It took the ball a few seconds for it to swell to completely fill April’s oral cavity, it caused her cheeks to balloon comically and stuck her tong to the floor of her mouth. Michelle had turned April round and was working on the straps at the back of the dress to further restrain April.

“Now tell me if this dose anything” Michelle called out as she began to pull a strap. There was a dull mechanical sound and a ratchet mechanism began to operate. April felt the dress compress around her waist and lower chest. The cargo dress had some form of internal corset mechanism it was slowly being tugged on my Michelle. April felt the dress growing tighter around her waist it was forcing her to arch her back. A little at first then more and more till she was provocatively thrusting out offering up her bottom and breasts assuming a sexy s curve. The tightening around the waist also made her breasts and ass appear larger, rounder by contrast to her narrowing waist. The dress was made tighter all over as it contracted. The pressure on her waist made it harder for April to breath so she was forced to pant, this had the effect of giving her a pleasant jiggle as her straining chest heaved up and down , the lack of breath dramatically reduced her ability to struggle or resist.

“My word that ball is keeping you quiet April” Michelle commented as she pulled another strap. This particular strap activated a hood hidden in the lining of the dress. The collar around April’s neck began to twitch then it began to unfold into the hood. The hood when released hung down behind the jacket, Michelle scooped it up and then pulled it over Aprils gagged face and attached the bottom of the hood to the collar of the jacket. Michelle lined up the hood so that the breathable section covered April’s nose. After a few seconds adjusting the hood Michelle pulled a different strap. This had the effect of locking the hood in place and tightening it. Michelle pulled harder The hood drew in tighter showing every outline of Aprils face and the ball , leaving only a few wisps of hair visible under the collar. “you didn’t expect  that” was all Michelle said. Aprils world plunged into darkness now she was afraid.

Michelle was happy April had no way out; all she had to do now was phone up the asylum and make sure they had a nice cosy room ready for April. Michelle carefully propped April up against the wall to stop her falling over, Michelle hooked one of the straps at the back of the dress over a hook on the wall. Michelle then walked over to the phone and began to rummage through her address book. Michelle began to dial after a few seconds the phone began to ring. Michelle ignored Ashley and began to look for a pad of paper. The strap Michelle had used to make April secure was the one attached to the corset mechanism. Slowly April began to slide over and slowly she felt the corset begin to tighten. The phone rang and Michelle began to talk to the receptionist. April had gone so far over now practically all her body weight was pulling on the corset strap. April was getting a wasp waist whither she wanted it or not. Michelle continued to talk on the phone “So you have a nice cosy maximum security padded cell for my friend , with an immobiliser lock down cot, excellent and an enhanced set of discipline restraints in her size, smaller? that’s good, the ones with the locking discipline tazer butt plug, marvellous, the choke hold discipline hood and collar combo , the ratchet high torsion binding jacket and the heelless ballet boots?” Michelle waited for a few seconds “ alright goodbye”. Michelle hung up the phone and smiled. 

Michelle looked at April “You are so very lucky, I had to pull a few strings but I got you one of the new maximum security padded cells They are air conditioned with humidity control they have 4 inch thick reinforced steel doors, completely sound proof, just imagine how safe you will be in there”. Michelle smiled “You get to sleep in an immobiliser cot they are a bit of a tight fit with all the straps and padding but once you are inside it guarantees security. The straps ratchet tighter the padding inflates once your inside. You cant even twitch. It guarantees you an uninterrupted sleep, and if you’re a bad girl we can set it up to give you an interesting night without any sleep.” 

Michelle was very happy with herself she continued the one-sided conversation “You just have to try the enhanced discipline restraints. If you think that your current outfit is restrictive you have no idea. The discipline butt plug is nice tight and very large it will fill you up and lock, it wont come out until you have been cured of every single anti social impulse with its little electrical encouragements. The choke hold discipline hood detects if you are a bit excited and then it puts you down for a little nap. The heelless ballet bots will make it impossible for you to walk, you will have to crawl on your knees. But the piece de resistance is the ratchet high torsion binding jacket it’s a straight jacket reinforced with high tension steel cable. Your arms will be pulled into a hug so secure you will never want to let go. you will find any struggling causes the clever cable system to tighten, up to the point your arms are ready to dislocate every body gives up before that, at least after the first time.

Michelle looked at April, the dress did make her look really sexy almost as if she was wearing a wasp corset. “That dress really suits you, have you been dieting” Michelle innocently asked April, who could only murmur defiance in reply. Michelle thought for a few seconds she figured that April would want to start fighting as she was let out of the dress Michelle would be there to stop it. But Michelle couldn’t transport April in her current condition. Looking at the straps and buckles Michelle knew there purpose. “Don’t worry this is for your own good” Michelle reassured April, She helped April stand up again then gently but firmly forced her into a kneeling position. April had no idea what was going on. Michelle attached some of the buckles and the straps together around the skirt above the knees and from the thighs to the ankles. This locked April into a kneeling position. Michelle wasn’t finished yet she pushed April’s back down till her chest was touching her knees. With a few more straps April was locked in an inescapably strict and punishing ball tie thanks to the apparent decorative straps on the cargo dress, One particular strap connected the hood to her knees keeping Aprils head immobile. April was also as Michelle planed an appropriate size to fit in the boot of her car.

Michele took a duffle bag out from her shopping. Instead of putting April’s balled form into the bag she took the shoulder strap off the bag and approached April. Michelle took one end of the strap and attached it to a D ring just above April’s bottom she attached the other end to a d rind behind April’s shoulder blades. With some considerable effort Michelle hoisted April over her shoulder carrying her like piece of luggage. April had been turned into a fashion victim, a new level of humiliation and immobilisation, being carted around like a duffle bag by her former best friend. 

To catch a Maniac 2

The stage was set signs and posters proclaimed that the SHOCKROOM FASHIONS COLLECTION was soon going to be displayed. The signs were done in a bold black and white with blue lightning arching across the poster. The building that was housing the collection was not a glamour’s location. It was however two streets away from a glamorous location, so catered to the budget of those who hadn’t quite made it yet. The collection was going to be shown in the conference centre / hall of a hotel. The hotel the “Court House Hotel” had been built on the site of a bar called the court house that had been used by circuit Judges a long time ago. To put it politely the hotel was quaint with old world features. To put it less politely the central heating didn’t work and the pipes leaked from time to time. The hotel had been acquired by the sunny views holding company. They had gotten the place for a song, employed a competent manager and started getting money in form the under utilised area’s, such as repainting the old hall and booking it out to anyone who needed space.

The Hall had been booked two weeks ago, a stage had been slotted together from modular boxes. Lights had been put up to give the best lighting for the show. A white carpet covered the crappie stage, white curtains had been hung up to cover a section forming an entrance and exit. Seats had been laid out in the main hall. The room that the stage had been stored in had been converted to a dressing room, 12 boxes of clothes lay in wait for there recipients to model. A fashion designer and 3 assistants Michelle, Kimmy and Rachel awaited for there models to arrive so they could get on with the rehearsal for the show the next day.

The first model to arrive was Robin Farrell early 30’s she had been a professional model for several years. She was tall and slim well toned she had long wavy auburn hair, her bust was not the largest but in her line of business she could pad out to accept a different dress. Her lower body especially her trim waist was her best asset. She knew she was a coat hanger for a designer to drape there creations on. She had excepted that she would never be a super model never launch an international campaign but she did well enough. 

Robin looked over the show, some elements looked professional some looked amateurish. It looked to Robin that this show might go either way it screamed that there was a business partnership hear someone experienced meeting with someone inexperienced. Together to try and produce a show in a rush before all the buyers used up there budgets and filled there order books. The fashion designer welcomed her then one of her assistants, Michelle took her behind the stage into a small office. Robin quickly signed lots of paper work, a fire register showing she understood the exit route a health and safety briefing that she didn’t bother to scan through. A non disclosure agreement where she wouldn’t reveal anything about the designers creations a payment form to authorise money to go straight to her account a contract of employment. There must have been about 60 pages or more of paperwork all in very small print Robin continued with her assumption someone very business minded had churned all this paper work out to try to cover themselves for every eventuality. They probably had a head for business while the designer out front was the creative side of the business. 

Michelle filed the paper work, then lead robin out of the office and into the dressing room. The dressing room was set up so that each model had there own little bit of space. It would be cramped but then robin had been in tighter places. There were little name tags over different mirrors, there was make up and there was a box with there dress/ out fit under there space and a box for there clothes. The Agency that had contacted Robin had told her to wear a push up bra and a thong. Robin stripped of all of her clothes and put them in The box under the table. Along with her clothes was her hand bag in her handbag was her pistol, her father had been special forces and had brought the pistol home as a souvenir he had trained her how to use it and she kept it as protection.

On of the assistants Kimmy came in and smiled at robin “the dress is a little restrictive I am her to help you”. Robins costume was all black to begin with there was a pair of tight black pantyhose they moulded to her toned waist and washboard stomach. The heels were next they would be a pain to walk in six and a half inches stiletto points with an ankle strap. Robin had worn worse. The next item was unusual, the designer was going for shock value a canvas straight jacket modified no front or side loops and dyed black. Robin understood the designer must have some vision or comment to make but didn’t care a job was a job. Robin soon realised the reason she had Kimmy to help her she would not be able to put it on or take it off without help. The jacket had been cut down to fit her, robins exact size. The fashion agency would have given her measurements to the fashion designer obviously. Robin sat down at her stool next to her the assistant started to dress her.

The canvas jacket had 6 straps down the back of it. The assistant Kimmy held the jacket open, robin put her arms into it like she was hugging a friend. The assistant buckled the first strap at the top then proceeded to buckle the straps at the rear of the jacket. Robin’s mind was elsewhere thinking about redecorating her apartment as the assistant tightened the straps at the rear of the jacket. The assistant had all six closed and secured the lose ends of the straps. The assistant asked robin to get up. Robin complied the assistant knelt down and reached between robins legs and pulled the crotch strap through. The strap got tighter and tighter, Robin wiggled her ass a little to get the strap comfortable it sank a little deeper into place finally the assistant was happy and secured the lose strap. The jacket had been modified with a high collar. The assistant moved Robins hair out of the way and secured another strap tightening the collar.

The assistant removed another item from the box, it was black made of heavy leather reinforced with brass studs that had been black enamelled. It was a waist clincher it would pull Robins tight stomach in even further coupled with the jacket and her tight pantyhose the effect would literally be breath taking. The assistant gestured to a bar above the mirror that robin hadn’t noticed it would be like a lacing bar. Robin reached up and got a good grip on the bar it was difficult through the thick canvas. Robin spread her legs and braced herself for the crush of the clincher. The assistant wrapped the leather round robin’s waist then attached the strap from the first roller buckle there were three in total. The assistant gave the first an experimental tug. Robin almost lost her grip on the bar the first time. Robin gripped tighter and continued to think about her apartment maybe a new kitchen set? The assistant got all she could out of the top strap then she went to work on the middle strap. When she couldn’t get any move movement out of that one she went to work on the bottom strap. The assistant gave the straps three passes before she was happy that the clincher was as tight as possible. The assistant folded the ends of the straps back on themselves to ensure that they would not become lose. 

Robin would be glad when it was over this outfit was restrictive. Robin sat back down not quite realising how short of breath she would be, a little gasp escaped her lips. The assistant wasn’t finished yet she disappeared into the box one last time and removed a pair of ankle cuffs, the cuffs were 3 ½ inches wide. They were made of heavy duty leather with the burnished brass studs on the outside and thick padding on the inside. They were joined by a six inch leather strap the strap seemed to be reinforced with two layers of something Robin could not identify. Robin offered one ankle then the other for the cuffs. Soon robin was hobbled the cuffs seemed to be designed for long term wear. The wide straps covered the straps on the shoes she had no way to get the shoes off with the cuffs on. 

The assistant had one final job to do she gestured for robin to stand up. Then she passed Robins right arm through a hoop on the front of the waist clincher. Robin understood what the hoop was for and pushed her other hand through the leather. It was a tight fit but with a lot of wiggling she had her arm through the leather loop. The assistant carefully lined up the edged of the two sleeves. There were two straps a bottom and a top strap the canvas was designed to meet in an exact pattern behind robin’s back. The assistant tightened the top strap then the bottom. Robin felt the jacket getting tighter around her arms. Her arms were pulled further into the waist clincher, she tried to move them experimentally she had about 2 inches of movement at her elbows. A few more tugs on the rear strap and robin had no way to use her arms. The assistant finished up by folding the lose ends of the straps neatly away. The assistant checked everything and left robin a bottle of water with a straw. Robin sat there and idly thought about her living room set.  

The next model to arrive was Vikki Ilum She was about 23 had brown hair a far lighter shade of brown than Robin. She was curvaceous a little short but in heels no one could really tell. She was a professional model that had done a bit of everything in her short career. She had started off when she was in her teens as a contortionist at a carnival the carnival went bust. She had done a little work as a booth babe in various trade shows. She had had her assets inflated and then went on to do all sorts of modelling. Vikki liked to talk she also liked to distract. Her hair framed her breasts she would deliberately select low cut tops and stood so that her crossed arms emphasized her breasts. It was a habit from the carnival days the carnival didn’t pay much, so performers sometimes supplemented there incomes with the contents of peoples pockets. She was very careful and hadn’t been caught, but deep down she knew she was a kleptomaniac.

Vicky looked round the hall there was a good setup but “this place is nice but I have been to far bigger venues”. There were only women hear no one she could distract with her assets. Vicky greeted the designer then followed one of her assistants. The posters looked professional the personnel looked like they had some experience. They were confident Vikki looked round the little office it was very tidy everything neatly stored. Vikki looked around the room “if you think this office is bad the last show I went to they set up the office in a broom cupboard under the stairs there was room for two people and a laptop if you sat on the hover and had the door open”. Vikki was presented with a large pile of paperwork. She quickly signed it all and rose to leave. The assistant Michelle stopped her and held out her hand. Vikki reluctantly handed the pen back, the woman was good most people didn’t notice her palming items like that. Vikki was certain it would be a good idea to keep her hands in her own pockets metaphorically speaking.  

Another assistant Kimmy lead her to a changing room. There was a little surprise in there another model and she thought she would be the first. The dress the model was wearing was even more of a surprise. Vikki looked at Robin “You think that’s bad one trade show I spent eight hours folded up into a giant replica plastic bottle for the launch of a new drink”. Vikki was lead to the other side of the room there was a mirror and seat with her name on it. Vikki understood her costume was in one box and all her stuff had to go in the other. Vikki quickly stripped to just a push up bra and a thong her artificial cleavage strained against her bra. Vicki quickly put on the blue pantyhose and six ½ inch strappy heel stiletto’s, the stilettos also matched the panty hose a royal blue.

The assistant pulled out a creation in leather from the box, it was a ankle length royal blue hobble skirt. The leather had been reinforced with four external straps 2 at the top two at the bottom they had heavy ornate buckles. The skirt had laces at the sides to tighten the waist they would be completely hidden by the belts. Vikki knew from looking at the leather it would be tight, but the pantyhose would really help. Vikki carefully put one foot inside the skirt there was a kind of lining. The assistant opened the skirt up a little pooling the garment on the floor. Carefully using the assistant to help her balance Vikki put her other foot in the skirt, her heel caught against the side of the skirt but the material was so tough that she didn’t scratch it. Vikki bent down and grabbed the top of the skirt she slowly began to wiggle the garment up her legs. Vicki was flexible and limber but the skirt was just to tight, she could only pull it halfway up her thighs even then her flesh was bulging around it. The assistant helped her, the two of them gripped the edge of the garment and pulled together, still there was no movement. 

Vikki gritted her teeth the assistant helped her pull on one side of the skirt, getting the garment to rise up her legs an inch. The two of them then pulled on the other side of the skirt, the other side of the skirt rose an inch. The two of them pulled on alternating sides with a seesaw motion. The hobble skirt slowly engulfed its victim like a snake slowly swallowing its prey live and whole. Vikki raised a hand to stop for a minute the two of them stopped to get there breath back then set to work on the tight leather. As it finally approached Vikki’s waist the garment stopped, it was trapped with one of the buckles against her pelvis. Vikki was forced to squirm to roll her hips for all she was worth anything to dislodge the garment. Finally like a cork popping out of a Champaign bottle the skirt was in its right full place. And boy was it tight, the leather was stretched like the skin of a drum over every curve of Vikki’s legs and especial her round ass. Vikki’s buttocks were pressed together , every movement Vikki made rubbed everything together down there.

The assistant still wasn’t finished with the hobble skirt. The assistant bent down and did up the two straps in the bottom of the skirt. They were mostly for show but Vikki could feel a slight increase in the pressure around her ankles. The assistant gestured to a bar in front of Vikki. Vikki reached up and grabbed the bar without hesitation, the assistant went to work on the side laces, the hobble skirt clung to Vikki’s round figure with grater determination. It took the assistant a few minutes to fully lace the sides of the skirt the laces were only about 4 inches deep but they pulled her stomach in tight leather encasing her body. Vikki found her ass pushed up her body even more firmly moulded by the contours of the skirt. Finally to finish off the assistant folded flaps over the two sets of laces. then tightened two straps around Vikki’s waist over the laces and buckled them tight.  “you think that that’s a bad costume one conference I spent the entire time hanging upside down above the company mascot with a big arrow, another time I wore a costume made of sections of pipe I couldn’t even bend my arms”.

Vikki was already hot and bothered, her bravado was slowly melting away she had the other half of her costume to go. The assistant dived into the box and removed the last piece of her outfit. The top half of the outfit was a royal blue leather straight jacket, every part of it had double even triple stitching it looked a little small to Vikki. Vicki held her arms out expectantly awaiting the leather’s embrace. As the assistant helped her into it Vikki realised it had a nylon lining. There was an oval strategically placed in the front of the garment just where her cleavage would be. The edged of that section had been reinforced several times. The garment had a heavily reinforced collar there was a thick layer of rigid boiled leather between the normal flexible leather and the nylon, it would be very tough and rigid she would have to keep her head up height. 

The assistant pulled the garment over Vikki’s torso. She adjusted it at the shoulders and pulled the arms so everything lined up neatly. Vikki noticed that there were slits in the arms from about elbow to wrist. That wasn’t accurate on a second look they were heavy zips with a flap they would make the sleeves of the garment far tighter. The assistant first buckled the straps round the back of the garment, starting at shoulder level and working down. Vikki soon began to feel the tightness of the garment how it had been tailored to force her body into an arch, her shoulders pulled back her waist pulled in forcing her cleavage to provocatively thrust through the opening in the front of the jacket. Vikki had escaped from an old Posey straight jacket once when she was in the carnival she had found the jacket far to lose. This one she had no hope of escape, it was far tighter and her enhanced cleavage didn’t benefit her in any way, it would make the jacket far more difficult to get out from.

The assistant continued to tighten the straps, when she had finished the seven back straps she passed the ends back threw the ornate buckles and made sure there wasn’t a gap any where on the garment. Vikki felt the assistant move her hair out of the way then she felt the rigid posture collar bite into her neck. Vikki looked skywards the only comfortable position for her neck was practically staring at the ceiling, she would have to practice quite a lot to be able to move in the is costume, that was why the dress rehearsal Vikki guessed. The assistant buckled two smaller ornate buckles underneath Vikki’s hair removing any slack from the posture collar.

The garment had been made very well. The assistant meticulously applied it to the willing model. Vikki felt her arms becoming dead weight. The two zips pulled tight the assistant had to jiggle them a bit to get them closed around Vikki’s wrists. The sleeves of the jacket became skin tight Vikki found she couldn’t even twitch her fingers it was hard to bend her wrists. There was a leather flap over the zip then a strap with another ornate buckle. Finally Vikki’s arms were passed in front of her, there were two reinforced front loops one beneath each of her large breasts. It was a tight fit then the ends off the sleeves went through the side loops then the assistant tried to close the final strap behind Vikki. There was some form of problem the assistant disappeared for a second . Vikki waited there patiently then a second assistant Rachel returned with the original assistant. The two of them struggled and final closed the last strap trapping Vikki’s arms in place adding further pressure to her cleavage. Vikki started “this might look uncomfortable but at this one place, well I am sure I can remember another job just not right now”. Vikki figured that it was her past as a contortionist that got her this job because only someone with a rely flexible body could have worn this outfit. She wished she had seen the garment before signing the contract still it was reasonable money. The assistants left but not before they left a bottle of water with a straw in it, the bottle would be a little difficult to reach but Vikki could just about get to it.

The next two models arrived together, Carroll Faden and Chase Brooks had worked on a show before and knew each other. They walked into the hall and looked around together . They waved at the designer, Chase turned round to Carroll “Look I am just going to have a cigarette for a minute don’t wait I will be back in a minute”. Chase disappeared into the parking lot.  Carroll was a professional she was in her late twenties mocha skinned thin and toned she had a wining smile she presented a crisp appearance. She had started off getting a job as a PA using her looks, her administrative skills were substantially lacking and she was shortly fired. So she used her looks to model. 

Carroll looked around, some of the lighting needed to be changed. she thought it would get in the way of the show especially when they reached the end of the runway and turned, the model would have the spotlight in her eyes and might screw up. Carroll pointed this out to Michelle the assistant of the designer. She followed the assistant into her office exchanged a few pleasantries before she was handed the wall of paperwork. Carroll looked over the document she tried to read it in detail, but it was in small print and far two complicated for her to understand. Reluctantly Carroll signed the papers and handed them over to Michelle. The Assistant passed Carroll on to another assistant who lead her to the changing room.

Carroll put one foot into the changing room and did a double take, she saw the two models there already wrapped up like Christmas presents. Carroll took a step back. The assistant gently nudged Carroll forwards. Carroll had done a little glamour photography but had never done anything fetishistic or with a fetish over tone. The designer had a point to make and didn’t keep it subtle. After a few seconds Carroll regained her composure the assistant showed her to a spot a stool and a mirror with her name on it Carroll sat down and begun to undress.

Carroll removed her clothes down to her wonder bra and thong panties, then folded them up and put them in the box. Carroll found the pair of peach coloured pantyhose and quickly put then on, she smoothed them out and adjusted the waist. Carroll looked at the pair of peach six ½ inch strappy stiletto heels. Combined with her pantyhose they would make her ass look amazing, but they would be a pain to walk in. The shoes were tight, with a little squirming of her delicate toes Carroll strapped the shoes on tightly and went into the box for the next item. There was a complex set of Cuffs to match the shoes they looked intimidating but Carroll could see most of them were redundant. 

The Assistant helped her put the cuffs on. There were ankle cuffs that were about 2 inches wide with a thick comfortable padding on the inside. One cuff went around each ankle, they were a bit tight like someone was squeezing her ankle. The cuffs had a six inch hobble reducing her stride dramatically. There were also a set of cuffs that went around her legs just below her knees, they clamped tightly onto the tops of her calves. They were joined by a eight inch strap the right knee cuff was connected to the left ankle cuff by a redundant strap . The left knee cuff was connected to the right ankle it looked scary but did little. There were two thigh cuffs that were really applied tightly by the assistant, they had a short strap of about 3 inches. The thigh cuffs mimicked the lower set of restraints. From the right thigh cuff a strap ran to the left knee cuff. From the left thigh cuff a strap ran to the right knee cuff. All the straps and cuffs were made from the same peach coloured leather. When the assistant was happy with all the cuffs positions re-tightened every one of them. Carroll ignored the restriction and thought about a piece of designer jewellery she was going to get, was it going to be ear rings or the necklace? The tight cuffs emphasised her legs, the flesh tightly bulging around the cuffs at ankle knee and thigh. 

Carroll looked at the next item from the box. It was the last item it looked far less restrictive that the ensemble her colleagues were sporting. Carroll hesitated for a second, having a good look at the item. It was a Peach dyed Posey transport jacket, it had also been heavily modified. With canvas sheathes for the arms positioned on the inside of the jacket, they were riveted to the main garment. A collar had been added it had two straps, the crotch strap was far wider. Carroll took a deep breath and extended her arms. The jacket fitted over them snugly there was a tussle for a few seconds as the assistant helped Carroll pull the tight sheaths up her arms. The assistant checked to make sure the jacket was smooth then did up the upper most strap. Carroll felt her arms being pined tightly to her sides in the jacket, it wasn’t uncomfortable but she had little movement. The assistant loosely buckled the next two straps Carroll’s arms were drawn to her sides more securely her elbows pushed into her rib cage. Carroll accepted what was happening her mind began to wander. The assistant loosely applied the bottom two straps. Carroll’s hands were tightly pulled to her sides even without the collar the crotch strap or tightening the garment Carroll was certain she couldn’t get out, the jacket was made to contain her every helpless curve.

The assistant began the serious process of properly tightening all the back straps. Carroll found her shoulders pulled back her breathing restricted and her stomach pulled in. As the assistant slowly tightened the jacket Carroll’s arms slowly moved behind her back, it was a little worse that the original pose but not much more uncomfortable it was certainly more secure. The assistant carefully checked the edges of the jacket then pushed the ends of each strap on the back of the jacket. Folding them back into its corresponding buckle. She was meticulous not one single strap would come lose. The assistant carefully moved Carroll’s short hair out of the way she pulled the collar up. The collar was not as severer as some of the other ones. Carroll thought back to her days before her modelling career started. She had really screwed up the paperwork of her department letting a lot of money be wasted. Also she let several substantial erroneous transactions go through the accounts of the company she worked for without checking Them. Carroll had seen the writing on the wall and had embezzled quite a lot before she was fired. Finally the assistant pulled the collar firmly shut jolting Carroll back from memory lane.

The assistant bent down and retrieved the crotch strap on the transport jacket. The crotch strap was extra wide almost two inches. The assistant pulled the strap through Carroll’s legs and pushed the end through the buckle. The strap rubbed between Carroll’s legs, she let out a small gasp at the sensation. The assistant pulled the crotch strap tight. Carroll let out an unprofessional moan, as the strap rubbed against the tight panty hose right between her legs. Carroll tried to wiggle her hips to get the crotch strap more comfortable the strap only worked more deeply between her legs. “tighter” the words escaped Carroll’s lips in a hushed voice, instantly Carroll blushed with embarrassment. The assistant took Carroll at her word and meticulously tightened the crotch strap. The strap was practically cutting Carroll in half . It disappeared tightly between her round butt cheeks the emerged the other side digging deep into Carroll’s flesh. Carroll rocked backwards and forwards. The strap made the whole jacket tighter. Carroll knew if she was on her own the outfit would give her a better time than many of her dates. But Carroll wasn’t alone she was in a changing room. Carroll snapped out of her day dream. The assistant tucked the end of the crotch strap back in the buckle then left a bottle of water with a straw for Carroll.

Chase returned to the hall she had just finished her cigarettes. That Is to say she had just finished a joint in the back of the parking lot. She had sprayed herself with some perfume just to cover up the smell. Chase was a red head a little shy she had not done many modelling gigs and this would be her first real fashion show. She looked round the venue imagining it full of people all looking at her, she stopped in her tracks. She was 21 years old she had a curvaceous body, with natural perky breasts she had a nice bone structure she could go far if she didn’t put her foot in it. She greeted the designer then walked away with the assistant Michelle to the side office. 

Chase looked round the office it was small cramped and dingy. Chase let out a sign, the place was all image the industry was all image once you got underneath it all it was just like this. The office was the perfect metaphor, the view that the buyers saw against the view the people working there saw. Chase’s eyes grew as wide as saucers when she saw the pile of paper work she was expected to sign. Chase’s shoulders slumped she picked up the pen and started signing The documents. Another assistant came into the little office and lead chase to the pokey dressing room. Upon seeing the room chases jaw dropped this show was going to be a weird one. Maybe they were all weird ones the sight of three grown women wrapped up like parcels gave her pause and she hesitated but they were ignoring the outlandish costumes. Two of the women were chatting her acquaintance was talking to a woman in a black costume. Chase shook her head and sat down at the dressing table with her name above a mirror.

Chase put her bag into the empty box, she slowly pealed off her tight top, it clung to her every curve and was a little reluctant to let go. Chase removed her shoes skirt and stockings she bundled them together in a little ball and shoved it all into the box with her name on it. Chase opened up the box containing her outfit, it was a little strange to say the least. Chase put on the Red Panty hose and adjusted them. There was a little trepidation about a few of the other items in the box and a lot of trepidation about most of the rest of the items. Chase took out seven and a half inch heels, they were higher than the other girls she sighed and put them to one side she could put those on later.

The assistant went over to help her, the assistant pulled a red leather straight jacket out of the box. Chase got a good look at the jacket, the lower half seemed to be some sort of lacy burlesque corset that would be uncomfortable to wear, the top had an oval strategically placed to take best advantage of her cleavage. When it was fully laced her breast would be the only thing with any chance of escaping. There was a formidable crotch strap and extra straps and loops at the back. Chase couldn’t guess what exactly they were for. There was a high collar to the jacket that had some long straps. Chase was almost ready to run at that point.

The assistant gently moved chase around so that she was facing the mirror, the assistant moved her arms out to the front. Chase reluctantly extended her arms. The jacket was going to be tight, she worked her right arm into the jacket it seemed to be lined with cotton it took a lot of twisting but she got her right arm down to the end of the sleeve. Chase worked her left arm into the other sleeve it was also very tight she had to have help from the assistant, with the assistant gripping the jacket chase pushed against it. With her arms in the jacket Chase could feel the boning in the corset, strips of spring steel inserted into the garment to give it shape. The assistant pointed out the equivalent of a lacing bar above the dressing table. Chase tried to grip hold of it, but the leather was two tight there were however two hooks on either end. Chase found she could hook the end of the buckle on one sleeve over the hook while getting one of the fixings on the other sleeve over the hook. 

The assistant removed a pair of long sturdy leather laces from the box they were also red. The assistant began to slowly lace the jacket up from just above the shoulders. It was a slow process to begin with, the garment would slip down from chases shoulders as the assistant laced. She would have to stop reposition the garment and continue. After a while the assistant had all the laces in place that was when the fun began. Inch by inch the assistant tightened the laces, she would pull using all her weight to draw the laces through the eyelets then she would pull the excess lacing threw the eyelets above and begin again. Poor chase hung onto the bar for dear life. 

Chase found she was breathing in shallow gulps, the corset was already so tight she couldn’t take a full breath. The assistant was also panting from the effort of pulling the laces tight. The assistant paused to catch her breath, Chase had a good look in the mirror at herself. The corset section of the jacket exaggerated her hips, by pinching in her neat waist. This also had the effect of forcing chases breasts into the oval in the front of the jacket. Her cleavage was dramatically enhanced her breasts looked enormous. The assistant began the second pass of the laces. The gap at the back of the jacket began to narrow. Chase found it even more difficult to breath, she started to voice a protest but she couldn’t gulp in enough air. Chase could really feel the boning in the corset she could feel it tightly pushing her stomach in narrowing her waist. The corset forced Chase to bend her spine, to stick her ass out and pull her shoulders back into an S curve position. Finally chase could hardly breath she started seeing spots in front of her eyes. Slowly chases vision began to fade, the corners of her vision began to blur. The assistant realised that chase was having problems and stopped tightening the corset for a minute.

Slowly Chase continued to recover her breath, she was getting used to the corset she was calming down not hyperventilating any more. The assistant asked chase if she was ok before chase could answer the assistant began the third pass of laces, the two corners of the garment slowly came together at then top. Chase felt her shoulders wrenched back. The assistant continued to tighten the garment slowly the last of the gap disappeared. Chase found her waist even more tightly constricted, her muscles protested but the corset continued its crushing advance finally when chase believed she could stand no more the assistant finished. Chase looked at her self in the mirror, it took her a few seconds to absorb the full effect of garment. She was a different woman her spine as straight and rigid as an iron bar. She was a caricature of her former self. Her new narrow waist made her hips and bust look enormous, the corset had forced her breasts tightly against the oval in the jacket they looked like they were on the verge of breaking free. The assistant tied a complex knot that would ensure that the laces did not budge a millimetre. A flap went over the laces and a heavy zip closed it.

Chase tried to get herself free from the lacing bar, before she could free both hands. The assistant bent down, reached between chase’s legs and grabbed hold of the crotch strap. The assistant quickly ran the strap through the buckle and pulled. Chase rose up on her tip toes her mouth forming a wide O. The next second chase was weak in the knees as the assistant pulled the strap tighter. Chase felt that the leather strap was cutting her in half, she was trapped between the tight corset and the tight strap. The assistant gave the strap another tug. The strap was now practically disappearing between chases legs embedded tightly in her crotch and firmly between her buttocks. Finally chase herd a buckle being done up, there was no chance that the strap would be loosened any time soon. 

The assistant helped her get her arms down from the lacing bar. Quickly chase turned round to look at the effect of the corset and the strap, she had a perfect bubble butt she looked ridiculously sexy. The assistant turned chase back round gently. The assistant buckled three straps over the back of the jacket they were mostly decorative but it was impossible to get at the laces without undoing all three. The assistant moved chases red hair gently out of the way. the collar wrapped round Chase’s neck and met at the front. The assistant turned chase around and did up the two buckles just below Chase’s chin, they were tight but not uncomfortable she still had some movement in her neck, but the collar restricted it.  

The assistant reached for the straps on the arms of the jacket. Chase folded her arms in front of her and turned round so that the assistant could buckle them. The assistant unfolded chases arms. To Chase’s surprise the assistant took her right arm moved it behind her back and pushed it through a loop on the back of the jacket. The assistant continued to push and chase found her arm passed through a second parallel loop. Chase groaned the jacket was designed to accommodate her arms behind her back. Chase didn’t resist as her left arm was fed through the two loops on the back of the jacket. It took more time the loops were quite small and the assistant had to push and pull a lot to get the second arm through them. Chase believed that even without buckling the strap in front of her it would be a hard battle to get her arms free from the loops. The assistant turned chase round and passed the strap through the buckle in front of her just below her breasts. The assistant wasn’t quite finished yet she got a good grip and pulled. Chase found her arms pulled in tightly behind her back in a solid double arm lock. She had no movement whatsoever, the effect wrenched her shoulders even further back thrusting her breasts out like two pieces of ripe fruit. If she hadn’t done a lot of yoga and taekwondo Chase would have never gotten her arms into that position comfortably. The assistant buckled the last strap and neatly folded the end of the belt into the buckle where it seemed to disappear.

The assistant admired her work for a second or two, adjusting straps making sure there were no wrinkles in the fabric. Chase looked on in surprise as the assistant removed another piece of red lather, it looked like a knee length hobble skirt, it would give chase an incredibly narrow step and make her ass look even rounder. The skirt would come up to meet the jacket and would reach down to just above her knees. The assistant bent down and laid out the skirt on the floor. Reluctantly chase put first her right nylon encased foot then her left foot into the skirt. Slowly the assistant worked the skirt up her legs. Instantly Chase felt her knees pined together, the skirt was made of leather reinforced with something else. On the bottom and top the seams were triple stitched there was some sort of statement there but it was lost on Chase. the pantyhose really helped her slide the skirt on chase found herself wiggling to try and work the skirt up her legs but soon it caught on her thighs about three quarters the way up her legs. 

Regardless of how much chase squirmed and struggled and the assistant pulled the skirt just would not move the next few inches it needed to complete its journey. Chase and the assistant began to build up a rhythm the assistant would tug one side then the other while chase wiggled backwards and forwards. The skirt started to move then finally like a cork out of a bottle, it shot up over chase’s hips to rest at her tight waist. Chase was sure that if she didn’t have the corset on the skirt would have been impossible, the waist was just that narrow. The assistant smoothed and adjusted the skirt then buckled a heavy belt through loops at the top of the skirt making sure it wouldn’t slip one eight of an inch.

Chase took a few practice steps in her outfit, the whole costume was incredibly tight her ass wiggled the tight leather creaked with her every movement. Chase could feel the crotch strap with each step, she wasn’t sure how she would cope over the whole show. The assistant gestured towards the pair of heels that chase had put to one side. Chase sat down on the stool while the assistant put the pair of red seven ½ inch strappy stiletto heels on her feet. The assistant carefully did up the ankle straps, to chase the shoes seemed tight. Chase could not believe the effect the shoes where having on her when she got up. She could hardly balance at first, she had worn 5 inch heels but these monsters were in a league of there own. As chase moved about she could fell her hamstrings complaining as well as her calves and her thighs. Chase did a little stretching and the pain went away.

Chase groaned as the assistant pulled the last item out of the box. It was pair of ankle cuffs they were made from matching red leather, they seemed to be three inches wide, on top of the hobble skirt and the skyscraper heels they were over kill. The kind of over kill normally reserved for complete and utter obliteration of an objective. Chase giggled nervously at least they were going to be some good experience to add to her cv she guessed? The leather cuffs were padded on the inside and reinforced with a layer of wire mesh they had two straps with ornate buckles. Worse they were joined together with a 4 inch solid section bar also red it was not decorative and looked very sturdy. The assistant carefully cuffed Chase’s right ankles then pulled the two buckles on the cuff tight. Very reluctantly chase surrendered her last bit of freedom offering her left ankle for the same treatment. With her outfit complete chase practiced walking around the dressing room, the assistant left a bottle of water with a straw for chase.

The fact did not escape Chase that she had to get the cuffs off to remove the shoes or the skirt and she had to remove the skirt to get at the jacket to remove it. It would be a long time before she would be comfortable. The tight leather creaked she was getting hotter and hotter.   

Kim Kamite was the next model to arrive, she was a bubbly blond with a short bob hair cut. She was always smiling she had a round face with a cheeky grin, her body was in good shape she exercised very regularly she did kick boxing and karate. She wore a T shirt and lose trousers when she arrived at the show. Kim liked to be called K.K. the shortened name stuck in peoples minds. She was optimistic the show looked good she liked the venue she liked the designer even though she barely said a word to her.

KK looked at the Posters the shock room fashions, it said outrageous madness KK liked it. The assistant Michelle lead her away from the stage down a side corridor to a small office. KK smiled and signed her way threw the pile of paper work. The assistant Michelle got another assistant to take KK to the changing room a converted store room. The minute KK walked through the changing room door she began to beam. She knew the collection she felt the energy it portrayed, she liked what she saw. The assistant guided KK over to her dressing table. KK quickly striped of her top her trousers and her shoes she bundled the lot and her purse into the box under the dressing table. 

KK quickly dived into her costume box and removed the olive green Pantyhose. Quickly KK had them on and was smoothing them over her legs eliminating any hint of a wrinkle. KK removed the six ½ inch strappy stilettos also olive green from the box. KK wiggled her feet into the shoes tight embrace and did up the straps. The assistant removed a green armless top. Quickly kk put it on it was tight and displayed her curves well.  

The assistant dived into the box and removed a T shaped piece of metal with lots of straps and chains coming from it. All of them were in the same olive green. KK knew what the device was and eagerly assumed a position with her legs partially spread. The assistant Moved the bottom of the T bar parallel with KK’s ankles. A thick three inch wide cuff wrapped around her right ankle, the cuff had some form of padding backing it, a second cuff wrapped around the left. They were joined by a short rigid bar. A far longer rigid bar  spanned from just under KK’s crotch where it ended in a flattened oval to join with a pivot at the middle of the 5 inch bar holding KK’s ankles. The assistant moved two sets of cuffs, there were four cuffs in total about an inch wide each at the centre of the bar, held on by short chains. The assistant spent a minute sorting the arrangement out then applied two cuffs above KK’s knees and two cuffs below KK’s knees, they were held together by short chains. Finally the assistant strapped two cuffs about 2 inches wide around KK’s thighs just below the level of KK’s crotch, they were joined to the main bar by a short chain. 

KK walked about for a bit then looked at the assistant “You know to make it better you should tighten these cuffs, I mean they are tight, but there is a certain image were looking for I mean for the show”. The assistant looked incredulous then bent down and tightened the ankle cuffs, she moved up and tightened the cuffs below KK’s knees then the ones above her knees. The assistant tightened the two bands around KK’s upper thighs and stepped back to admire her work. The cuffs around KK‘s legs tightly clamped around her flesh the effect could be seen on her ankles tightly clamping on the flesh above and below her knees and especially around KK‘s upper thighs. KK took a few strides in the tightened cuffs then looked at the assistant again. “You still haven’t quite got it there, you should really tighten these cuffs , they are very tight now, but they lack something”. The assistant looked angry if the model wanted tight she would get tight.

The assistant bent down on her knees and grabbed hold of the right ankle cuff she un-strapped it then mercilessly pulled the buckle to the last hole then retightened it. The assistant then did same to the left cuff jerking every bit of the strap through the buckle. The assistant rose to a crouching position on one knee and began to work on the knee straps, she worked on the right leg first buckling each strap as tight as it would go she then worked on the left knee getting every cuff tightened to its last hole. The assistant finally moved up to the top most thigh cuffs. KK’s flesh was already bulging around them the assistant had to use every ounce of her strength to get the strap two more holes tighter. The assistant started panting she rested for a few seconds then finished the tightening on the right cuff and moved to the left finally closing the cuff to the last hole. 

The assistant moved back, KK’s legs were sculpted by the merciless restraints the flesh of her thighs and calves and ankles bulged from either side of the restraints. The assistant rose to look KK in the face. KK was still smiling she actually looked happier, “That’s really great but can you make them tighter”? The assistant looked at KK like she had just stepped out of a flying saucer. “Look each cuff is done up to the final hole it cant get any tighter” the assistant tried to dismiss KK‘s idea. KK’s face dropped she wouldn’t take no for an answer “look if you have a hole punch you can cut extra holes in the cuffs to get them tighter”. The assistant dismissed that idea “I don’t have a hole punch or the time or the energy”.

The assistant dived back into the box and returned with a very heavy posture collar, it was also olive green there were four heavy straps and laces, the complete device looked fearsome. KK welcomed the device she lifted her chin awaiting the restraint. The assistant took her time carefully positioning the collar around KK’s neck ,the woman was a danger to herself, she could easily strangle herself with something like this if she wasn’t careful. The assistant made sure that the collar would not pinch KK’s neck or block her airways. KK smiled the collar felt good secure like the inhibitor bar she eagerly awaited its tightening. The assistant gently laced the collar shut then adjusted it. KK could not move her neck in any direction. The assistant pulled the straps tight they were just for show but they prevented KK from getting at the laces and doing something silly.

The assistant dived back into the box and removed the final item a green leather arm binder, that had been made with an attachment of straps that would form a tight harness. KK looked at the leather her eyes sparkled. “If you want to get that just right you need to have my arms in a proper position first, get some zip ties or some tape or something”. The assistant decided to humour KK, she disappeared into another box for a second and returned with a roll of black duct tape some red electrical tape and a and hand full of zip ties. KK leaned against the dresser, she put her arms behind her back palms together. The assistant accepted the invitation she looped a zip tie around KK’s wrists and brought them close together. KK pulled against her wrists they were secure she pushed her elbows together the assistant obliged by pulling one zip tie round her elbows below the joint and one zip tie above the joint. KK’s elbows were locked together with no chance of movement. KK wiggled her shoulders The assistant sighed and used two zip ties at about mid bicep to pull the arms back further relieving KK of all movement from her arms. KK‘s shoulders were pulled back in an extremely tight position, yet the young woman seemed to be perfectly comfortable.

The assistant reached for the arm binder. KK wiggled her fingers “hey you haven’t even started yet. The assistant took some smaller zip ties and used two per set of finger to join each digit to its opposite at the base and first knuckle of each finger. when the assistant was finished KK could barely wiggle a finger. The assistant checked that each zip tie was still allowing circulation then she trimmed them all down.  KK lay bent over the dresser with her arms presented behind her The assistant got the red electrical tape and wrapped the entire roll around KK’s hands so she couldn’t even wiggle her fingers. The assistant got the duct tape and slowly wrapped it up KK’s arms, from just above her wrists to just below her shoulders. The assistant finished the wrapping but kk Turned round to look at her disappointed, “Please use up the rest of the roll”. reluctantly the assistant gave KK’s arms a second layer of duct tape which had no perceivable difference but seemed to make KK happy.  

The assistant picked up the armbinder. KK made no additional request for anything to be tightened. The assistant worked the leather over KK’s helplessly bundled arms, the leather easily slid over the duct tape completely hiding it. With a few jerks of the laces the assistant had the armbinder tightly in place. The assistant passed a thick leather strap over KK’s right shoulder over her collar bone and under her left shoulder buckling it in place. The assistant repeated the process then tightened the straps to the last notch cutting into KK’s flesh and pulling the binder as high as it would go up her arms. The assistant pulled the laces until there was no gap between the two halves of the armbinder. The assistant tied a really complex knot then pulled a zip over the laces a flap covered the zip then three tight straps covered the zip as wrist above and below the elbows. KK probably couldn’t feel a single thing from her arms at this point.

The assistant pulled KK upright from the dressing table. KK had a far off spaced look in her eyes, the assistant pulled a thick 2 ½ inch wide strap from the armbinder round KK’s tight waist then firmly buckled it. KK’s arms may as well have been welded to her back. The assistant drew a strap from the top of the armbinder to the back of the posture collar then buckled it in place. The assistant pulled a strap from the tip of the armbinder, she fitted it between KK’s legs the assistant threaded it through the oval ring at the top of the inhibitor bar. Then through a buckle on the waist strap. The assistant drew the crotch strap tight. KK let out an involuntary moan “tighter”. The assistant tightened the final strap to the final notch. The assistant left a bottle of water with a straw next to KK and left the dressing room toughly confused.

The next model to arrive was Sally Russel, she was a pretty young woman 19 years old she had curly brown hair to shoulder length, she was tall but very slim verging on anorexic. She had done a little modelling work before mostly for catalogues. Sally looked around she had never been to a show before quite like this. Mostly she had done mail order catalogue work where she tried one outfit on then positioned took photos then another. She wasn’t sure that she would be able to perform for this she wasn’t quite aware of what was expected f her. She wore a long plain skirt and a jumper. The designer greeted her and motioned for on of her assistants to help her out.

The assistant gently lead Sally by the hand into the back office, the broom cupboard of an office. Sally looked at the intimidating pile of paperwork, nervously she signed it all. The assistant gently guided her out the door, caught one of the other assistants and left them to it. The other assistant Sally didn’t get her name lead Sally to an improvised dressing room, the room was already over half full of models all of them in various states of restraint. Sally looked round the room, there were people there who were uncomfortable comfortable indifferent and one woman who looked far too comfortable. Sally realised quickly it would be one of those modelling assignments, in her mind she said one of these even though this was the first she already had a category in her head . There was a dressing table with her name above a mirror, Sally sat down and striped off her jumper t shirt long skirt black panty hose and sensible shoes. She put the entire lot in a box under the table.

Sally looked in the box that had her outfit, the first item was a pair of peach panty hose. Sally pulled the pantyhose up her long legs, she worked them over her thighs ass and hips making sure they were tight with no creases. Sally removed the high heels from the box, they were also peach and six and a ½ inch strappy stilettos. Sally had modelled shoes like this before but had never walked in them for any length of time. The assistant helped her put the shoes on, then strapped them up tightly. Sally stood up the shoes made her long slim body look like a giantess she was now well over six foot six. The assistant Produced a pair of ankle cuffs from the box they were also peach they were about 3 inches wide lined with a padded material, the two cuffs were attached by a six inch leather strap. quickly the assistant had the cuffs buckled around Sally’s ankles. 

Sally was getting nervous, it would be difficult in the heels and difficult with the hobbles it would be even harder to balance without her arms. The assistant dived into the box one final time and removed a rather intimidating item. It was a peach corset not just a simple one, sally had because of her figure worn quite constricting corsets fairly easily. This one occupied another dimension entirely it went from a high collar down to broad shoulders a heavily accentuated bust a deep plunging waist , it continued past the waist to about just over knee length. Sally swallowed nervously the Knee length corset had lots of laces and straps but no arm holes. 

Sally turned round facing away from the assistant and waited. the assistant brought the corset up to her shoulders and worked the back open, there were no laces yet but there were plenty of lacing holes. The corset was very stiff and the assistant had quite a fight getting the two halves open. Sally reluctantly let the assistant work the layers of bonded and reinforced leather over her shoulders. The assistant pulled the shoulders into position got the collar of the corset in place. the assistant gently got the two edges of the corset lined up from the knee to shoulder. The assistant gently reached inside and got hold of Sally’s right arm. She guided Sally’s limb behind her back and folded it until her fingers were practically touching her left shoulder. The assistant repeated this process with the left arm gently folding it until the fingers were touching the right shoulder. With sally’s thin limbs and the strictness of the corset Sally was sure her arms would soon for all practical purposes disappear. 

The assistant began to thread the back of the jacket, the laces were in short sections to make it easier to thread the long garment. One set of laces went from just behind the knees to mid thigh a second went from mid thigh to Sally’s ass, the third went from just under her ass to the small of her back, a fourth set went from there to just below her shoulders with a fifth and final set finishing off the shoulders and the high collar. It took the assistant 15 minutes to fully lace all the  sections without pulling them tight. Already sally could feel the pressure from the garment on her body. Her neck was held stiffly in place her shoulders were pulled back her arms were not going any where her waist was pulled in tight and her legs had little movement.

The assistant began with the lowest set of laces, she gave them a good hard pull. Sally felt her knee’s being tightly squeezed together her thighs were pulled tightly against one another. The assistant pulled the second set of laces tight, sally felt the corset mercilessly griping her hips and thighs, she gasped a little as the bottom of her ass was squeezed. The third set of laces started to pull her neat little waist in the corset was crushing, Sally found her stomach muscles protest. The assistant began to tighten the fourth set of laces. This dramatically compressed her ribs removed any movement from her arms and caused her to arch her back. The assistant pulled the fifth set of laces tight. Sally found her head pulled back sharply her shoulders were forced back and her small breasts thrust forwards.

Sally knew this item was a result of her previous photo shoots modelling corsets, it occupied a prominent place in her portfolio of work and the agency would have provided the designer with the portfolio. The corset seemed to take every curve the young woman had and exaggerate it, push her into a caricature of herself. The assistant tightened the first set of laces until there was only a half inch gap, this squeezed Sally’s legs more tightly together The second set of laces compounded this effect as they squeezed more intensely. Sally began to feel an itch where she had no way of scratching it, she clenched her teeth and tried to ignore it. The third set of laces were tightened and sally began to pant for breath the fourth set of laces were tightened and this effect was exaggerated she had to pant quite a lot to get enough air. The fifth set of laces were pulled tight. sally looked like she had never possessed arms they were almost invisible now with the strictness of the garment.

The assistant slowly turned sally round to look at the effect of the corset. It took her a few seconds. Then she was happy and turned sally back round to complete lacing the back of the garment. Quickly the assistant closed the gap and tied off the laces on the first panel Sally’s legs were even more tightly hobbled. The assistant moved to the second set of laces and pulled them closed tightly knotting them. The compression on Sally’s crotch was dramatically increased, she was all hot and bothered an there was no way she would admit it. The third set of laces quickly followed this pulled her neat waist in even further in Sally found the pressure on her diaphragm increased she had to take short little breaths. The fourth set of laces was pulled closed then knotted tightly shut sally continued to have trouble getting enough air The effect of the corset was to make her bust appear far larger and completely erased her arms. The Fifth set of laces were pulled shut and completed the back lacing sally let out a sigh of relief finally the corset was complete.

The assistant was as thought as ever she double knotted all the laces, then pulled a long leather flap all the way over the laces from the top of the high collar to the bottom of the knee length skirt section. The assistant pulled a big heavy zip from the top of the garment to the bottom. The assistant began working on a long line of heavy buckles running from the top to the bottom of the jacket, they were mostly for decoration but the assistant still tightened them with gusto. It took the assistant two or three minutes to tightly apply the straps Sally was starting to regain her composure and her breathing had levelled out. Then the assistant turned her round about 90 degrees, a section of the corset a panel pealed away to reveal side laces on the right of the waist section. Sally became nerves as the assistant revelled a matching set of side laces on the left side of the garment.

Sally tried to back away, the assistant easily grabbed one of the rear straps and pulled her back into position. The assistant tugged the laces on the right hand side, Sally felt her waist nipped in, the assistant carefully moved round to the left hand side and pulled the laces there in an equal amount. Sally was in no position to resist as the assistant checked her breathing then continued to slowly lace up the sides of the garment. Sally looked at her waist in the mirror it must have been close to 17 inches now but the assistant showed no sign of stopping. The assistant pulled the laces on the right hand side shut and tied a tight knot keeping them in place The assistant pulled the laces on the left panel shut then tightly knotted them. Sally started crying now she was a helpless caricature of a woman ridiculously shaped with a 16 inch waist. Sally could barely walk and couldn’t sit down, all she could do was stand there in the heels, her feet cramped from the uncomfortable tight footwear. 

The assistant dried her eye’s with a handkerchief, then continued to cover the side panels back up, she checked every lace and strap on the corset. Sally couldn’t feel her arms at all they were completely numb and forgotten, she hoped the rehearsal would start soon so she could get the corset off. The assistant re-applied her make up then left a bottle of water with a straw just in reach.

The next model to arrive, what would have been on time but for a flat tire was Jill Russel, Sally’s older sister. Jill was shorter than her younger sister and 5 years older she had hair that went half way down her back, her features were like Sally’s but harder. She was just as pretty but more world weary. Jill had a curvier body than her sister , she had been an escort for some time with an agency, until they had started asking her to do things which she wasn’t comfortable with.

Jill looked around the hall, her sister had taken the buss but had probably gotten there before her, she really needed to ditch her old jeep it was completely unreliable. Jill looked round the hall she hadn’t been to this place before, but then she had been to the place next door. She knew she had to be as nice as possible to the designer, a couple of positive comments could land you a second job offer one or two negative ones could cost her a job from the designer and every one else the designer talked to. Jill met the designer and gave her a couple of positive comments about the show and her dress. 

Jill moved behind the stage with an assistant, Michelle or something similar. Jill fitted into a small office with just enough room for desk 2 chairs and lots of neat paper work. The assistant pulled out a wedge of paperwork. Jill began to try to skim read, the assistant pointed to her watch, Jill realised how late she was then signed the lot. The assistant filed away the pile of paperwork, got up and moved Jill out of the room, another assistant took Jill to an improvised dressing room. Jill looked into the room her jaw dropped it was going to be a bad show or should she say a difficult show. Jill looked at the assistant “I need to speak to the designer”. Jill was taken back to the little office, the assistant Michelle looked at her questioningly. “If you want me to star in your little show I need more money before you pull this one on me”. Michelle calmly looked at her “look you signed a contract agreeing to do this you are not being paid any more”. 

Jill looked at the pile of paperwork there was method in there process the assistant looked at her “now stop wasting time and get into your outfit”. Jill groaned under her breath and quickly returned to her the dressing room. Jill got to the dressing table with her name on it she began to remove her clothes. She pulled her leather jacket off then undid her boots and pulled her socks off. next Jill unzipped and pulled down her jeans finally Jill took of her red silk shirt to leave her standing in nothing but a push up bra and a pair of thong panties. Jill picked up her bag her clothes and stuffed them into the storage box below the dresser. Jill looked into her costume box, she pulled out a strange material it looked like Darlex a cross between spandex and rubber she had worn some once. a friend that went diving had a diving suite made out of the stuff it was warm and stretchy. Jill experimented with the fabric it felt far heavier and not as stretchy as she remembered.

Jill looked over to her sister. Jill smiled her sibling was locked in an uncomfortably tight almost body length corset. Jill wandered over to get a better look. Jill ran her hand down the back of Sally’s spine. Sally almost jumped out of her skin , sally tried to turn around to see who was behind her. Jill took a firm hold of the jacket and kept sally facing forwards. Jill patted sally on the ass with her open palm. “Please don’t Sally begged“. Jill span her sister round, Sally looked at her tormenter it was her own sister. Sally looked closely at her sister. “Please release the side laces this things too tight”. Jill smiled a wicked grin.

Sally tried to move away, Jill grabbed the strap and pulled her closer. Jill’s left hand grasped Sally tightly round her waist while Jill’s right hand sealed itself over Sally’s lips. Sally tried to struggle but there was very little she could do. Jill pushed Sally over to the edge of a dressing table. Jill found a couple of handkerchiefs , two pair’s of large frilly knickers and a sock in a bag, she stuffed them into her sisters mouth between her surprised lips. Sally tried to spit them out. Jill pushed the bundle back in, then Jill took a scarf tied a knot in it and tightly gagged her sister. The leather of the corset gave an almighty creak, as Jill forced the occupant of the corset to bend as she pushed her sister down , she soon had her sister bent over the edge of the dresser. “This is what happens to stuck up skinny little boyfriend stealing witches”. Jill had a metal ruler in on hand that she had picked up from a pile of supplies used to alter the garments, she gave her sister a good hard thwack over her bent leather encased ass. The garment gave a lot of protection to Sally but she could still feel the blows as her sister rained them down. 

Jill raised the ruler for another strike only to have it plucked out of her hand. The Assistant had returned. Jill yelped and returned to her place. The assistant quickly helped Sally to her feet, un knotted the scarf and extracted the handkerchiefs and sock, Sally spat out the frilly knickers. The assistant gently led sally back to her previous position then turned round to Jill. The assistant didn’t look happy.

Jill was busy putting on the dark blue pantyhose, she suddenly had a very business like attitude, her moment of revenge quickly forgotten. Jill smoothed out the pantyhose then put on the dark blue six and a half inch stiletto heels. The assistant approached with the straight jacket top of the outfit. She took pleasure explaining it to Jill. “This jacket is made of Darlex-extra that means Four layers of spandex fused with 3 layers of rubber its going to be very tight all over your body leaving you as helpless as your little sister. 

The assistant held open the jacket. Jill walked forwards into the tight dark blue straight jacket. Quickly the assistant helped her work her arms into the jacket. Jill found that the garment was intentionally several sizes smaller than she was. Jill had to fight every inch of the way to get her arms into the tight sleeves. When she got to the tips of the sleeves Jill found there were gloves sown into the ends of the sleeves she had to work her fingers into the tight openings to get the jacket to fit. After a few minutes of squirming Jill’s fingers reached the ends of the jacket, she was sure she would need a lot of help to get her arms out of the jacket he hands were gripped tightly, as were her arms. The assistant moved the Darlex-x garment over Jill’s shoulders moved her hair out of the way. The assistant lined up every piece of the garment so that it wouldn’t pinch. There was a three inch gap between the two halves. 

The assistant retrieved a pair of large pliers lined up the zip at the bottom. The assistant told Jill to breath out. Jill breathed out completely expelling every bit of air from her lungs. The assistant gave the zip a hard firm pull. Jill felt the two halves of the jacket pull tightly together. The whole garment became tighter moulding to her every curve. Jill tried to take a breath, then she discovered just how tight the garment was. It took a tremendous effort for Jill to take a breath the material didn’t stretch without a fight. The assistant pulled a flap over the heavy zip then attached six heavy straps along the back of the jacket, they were mostly for show but the zip was impossible to get at without removing the straps.

The assistant knelt down and grabbed the crotch strap, it was short and wide ending in a pair of hooks. The assistant pulled the material between Jill’s legs, it looked far two short but there was a little stretch in the material. Slowly the strap grew longer and tighter as the assistant pulled on the strap. Jill’s mouth formed a wide O, she started to bend at the waist. The strap began to win the fight against the assistant and began to shorten. The assistant grabbed the strap with both hands and pulled with all her might, she got the strap between Jill’s butt cheeks. The hooks attached to D rings round the back of the jacket it was very tight and clung to every intimate curve that Jill possessed.

There was a vacant far off look in Jill’s eyes, The assistant took advantage of this to continue to apply the straight jacket. The front loop was different it was long more like a tube six inches long strategically below Jill’s breasts. The assistant putt her left hand thorough the tube of material grabbed the strap on Jill’s right arm and slowly pulled it through the tight tube of material. The assistant then pushed her right  hand thorough the tight tube grabbing the buckle and strap from the tip of Jill’s left arm sleeve. The assistant carefully pulled the left arm through the front tube without removing the right hand from its position. The assistant pulled Jill’s right arm though the left side loop and Jill’s left arm thorough the right side loop. Quickly the assistant buckled the strap behind Jill’s back, making the jacket as tight as possible. Jill snapped out of it she found her arms securely restrained, she tried to move them they may as well have been encased in concrete.

The assistant moved back to the box and removed an ankle length hobble skirt it looked as if it would be as tight and unforgiving as the straight jacket. Jill reluctantly stepped into the garment it was pooled around her ankles by the assistant. The assistant pulled the skirt up there were no laces or buckles, the tightness of the dress would be all the restriction needed, it had no side slits nothing. Jill felt her knees tightly clamped together then her knees and thighs, soon she was encased from tight waist to ankle in the flawless dress. Jill was glad of the pantyhose they made getting the garment on much easier. However she needed to get the skirt off to release the fiendish crotch strap that she couldn’t accomplish on her own. Jill struggled she was hugged firmly she wasn’t going anywhere. The assistant left a bottle of water with a straw for Jill. Jill muttered complaints under her breath about the skirt being to tight the whole garment being far too hot. The assistant patted Jill on the ass as she left.

Candice Candy was the last model to arrive . Candice was acutely aware that she was late. She still had a lot of work to do on her professionalism, which was why she was stuck with these jobs. She had gone by the name - Candy Kane and worked as a product model in some less classy things. She was a real beauty, her Safire blue eyes were framed by copper tinted fiery red hair. She had a pale and alluring complection a slim trim figure large breasts a neat waist a pert and provocative ass. Packaged on top of playful cute little tootsies. She was twenty-six but very experienced with some obscure aspects of modelling. 

Candice was very eager to get into the more legitimate side as she saw it part of the modelling industry. Candice had better paying job offers. But she wanted a job that didn’t make her want to scrub her skin off at night. Candice had been a product model for an adult web store, you never saw her face but the rest of her body had been photographed from every angle.

Candice was trying to shift her reputation but she still had to pay the bills once in a while she had to take a rotten job, she hoped today would not be one of them. Candice looked around the room the hotel at least didn’t look seedy, but professional could be achieved at quite a low budget. Candice saw the designer and her heart rose, hopefully she wouldn’t have to model anything degrading or exploitative. Candice smiled and greeted the designer. She met one of the designers assistants Michelle and was led away of the side of the stage. Candice signed a massive pile of paperwork and was lead to a changing room by Michelle and an assistant Kimmy. As soon as the door to the dressing room opened Candice’s hart sank, this was going to be one she didn’t want to add to her portfolio of work. But it was better than the other job offer she had, as a product model for a catalogue selling Butt plugs and anal discipline devices.

Candice settled down at the only dressing table left, she was acutely aware that she was the only model that late and everyone else was stuck in there outfits for even longer because they were waiting for her. Candice tried to move fast she stripped of her top and her 3 ½ inch platform heel boots removed her jeans and socks. Candice pushed all her belongings into a box and pulled out her outfit. The outfit was rather unsettling unfortunately Candice knew what every part of it was and where it would go and how uncomfortable it would be.

Candice pulled a pair of green pantyhose up her legs she quickly pulled them to her waist and then adjusted them. Candice smoothed everything out. The next item was a pair of knee length 8 ½ inch green leather ballet heel boots, Candice knew from experience what a pain they were to wear. She had worn them enough times to be able to wearer them and walk in them. This pair had two sets of laces zips and straps probably added for artistic reasons but they would be slow to get on and slow to take off. Michele picked up the right boot and Kimmy picked up the left boot. Candice sat on a stall while the two assistants fitted the boots. The boots felt a size or moor two small, Candice was in no position to complain as the foot wear was pushed and pulled over her slender feet and ankles. The two assistants finally had the boots on Candice’s legs up to just below her ankle. Already Candice’s feet were forced into a tight arching endpoint position. The two assistants slowly laced up the boots making them as tight as possible giving as much support to Candice’s ankles as possible. 

The leather squeezed Candice’s feet and calf’s, the muscles in her calves tightly protested as her feet were forced more tightly into the rigid position. The assistants finished the first set of laces then tightly knotted the ends, a flap was pulled over the laces and a zip pulled down the flap closing it. A second set of more decorative laces was then threaded through eyelet’s over the first. The second set of laces was drawn tight. Candice groaned the decorative laces also added to the tightness of the boots. They were securely knotted then seven half inch thick buckles were tightly applied over the top of the column of laces. Candice could not wiggle her toes bend her ankles in any way the boots were incredibly restrictive, they would mould her sexy legs and ass into an even more sculpted vision .

The assistant Michelle removed a set of ankle cuffs from the box. they looked more like shackles, Candice was not sure there were bits of silvery metal and thick green leather combined into two segmented circles. They were joined by two solid 4 inch bar that was both attached in parallel to a pivots on both cuffs. The cuffs must have been about 3 inches wide they looked like they would reduce a female body builder to a helpless kitten. Candice considered them complete over kill but wasn’t in a position to argue the point. The cuffs were very large, the assistants easily pushed Candice’s ankles into them. Kimmy worked on Candice’s right ankle while Michelle worked on Candice’s left. The two nurses inserted Allan keys into slots in the metal segments and began to turn. Slowly the diameter of the cuffs began to decrease. The assistants moved round the segmented sections of the cuffs tightening them until they bit down upon Candice’s ankles with an unyielding and inescapable force.

The assistants put away the Allen keys and recovered the main part of Candice’s costume from the box, the green dyed Posey straight jacket. Candice knew that the jacket was extra small and had been radically modified to the point where even she couldn’t quite work out how it was supposed to work. Candice held her arms out the two assistants helped her into the jacket. The sleeves had been taken apart and then narrowed Candice could feel the tightness as she pushed her arms into them. The assistants had to help her work her limbs into the jacket, the ends of the jacket wrist and mitten for the hands had been heavily padded and reinforced. Michelle moved behind Candice and did up the top strap on the jacket. Candice found her body being pulled tightly into the jacket, there was an oval in the front of the jacket where her cleavage would be the jacket had a green see-through nylon mesh over this area with a heavily reinforced seam around it.

The assistants did up two more of the back straps, it forced Candice to breath in tightly as her breasts were pushed against the oval of fabric it stretched and her breasts bulged out like two ripe melons. The assistant threaded and tightened the bottom most strap the jacket was very snug around Candice’s waist. The assistants tightened up the remaining straps down the back of the jacket. The assistants carried out a second pass meticulously retightening all the straps. Candice’s breasts were strained dramatically against the fabric ,she knew she looked amazingly hot in the jacket it was designed that way. The assistants brought out a leather posture collar, it looked more like a neck brace with a leather skin applied over it. Candice considered the item may well have been a medical brace at one point acquired and modified to fit the jacket. Candice felt her neck tightly locked into the brace three straps pulled across the back of the neck brace it wasn’t going any where, the neck brace had several loops on the sides Candice didn’t know what they were for and didn’t want to guess. The assistants re-tightened the back straps for a third and final pass then fed the straps back into the buckles and locked them shunt.

The assistants began to work on the crotch of the jacket, the jacket had three crotch straps a central one and two side ones, the central one was quite broad and the strap was reinforced with large round studs along the inside it would make it interesting. The side straps were thinner all had buckles that would tighten additionally with an Allen key. Candice bit her lip as the main crotch strap on the straight jacket was tightened. The studs rubbed her in a very intimate place. Candice caught herself leaning into the strap as it was pulled tight. The assistants worked the strap backwards and forwards to get it firmly in place between Candice’s legs. Candice felt herself gently rocking with the motion she could quite easily feel the studs between the pantyhose and her little thong panties. The assistants began on the two other straps, passing them between her legs so that they framed the inside of her thighs passed next to the central strap then framed her ass cheeks before joining the back of the jacket. The assistants pulled the secondary straps very tight. Candice’s pantyhose encased flesh bulged out between the straps.

The assistants tightened the central strap even harder driving it home. Then the assistants completed buckling all the straps folding the ends back on themselves. The assistants took Allen keys inserted them into the side straps buckle and made a final tightening. Then Michelle took a large Allen key and set to work on the buckle of the central strap tighter Michelle worked it very slowly. Candice was very sensitive by now she felt herself bending at the waist and slowly panting as the assistant played with her, teasing her with the slow compression of the restraint. Finally Michelle was finished she removed the Allen key and patted Candice on the back.

The assistants took a firm grip on Candice’s arms they folded them tightly behind her back into a lose reverse prayer position. Candice’s wrists were about 4 inches from the back of her neck. The assistants threaded the straps on the ends of the jacket through the D rings on the side of the neck brace. The assistants pulled and wrapped the straps around the neck brace. Candice knew what was coming. The neck brace pushed down on her shoulders they were already wrenched back tightly Candice’s breasts bulged forwards, her whole spine arched The gap between her hands and her neck was about 3 inches now. The assistants pulled on the straps again getting another inch out of the straps bringing Candice’s arms closer to there desired position. Candice’s shoulders protested but they had achieved that position before. The assistants pulled again there was a one inch gap remaining. Then the assistants pulled a final time when Candice’s arms were perfectly in position the straps were buckled around the neck brace and the end neatly folded away.

Candice knew how helpless she was, she also knew that the jacket had a lot more straps. The assistants tightly buckled a strap over both of her wrists it was completely redundant but it helped to enforce her predicament. A strap was firmly pulled over Candice’s doubled up arms just above her elbows as it was pulled close and tight Candice’s elbows were forced to touch this pulled her shoulders further back forcing Candice’s spine into an inhumanly sexy curve. The assistants removed a green leather sheath it was made of thick heavy gauge leather that had laces and straps all over it.

The assistants opened the leather sheath then worked the tight leather over Candice’s already helpless arms “please this is complete over kill” Candice begged. The leather creaked as they set about tightening the laces. Candice could feel the pressure over every square inch of her arms. The assistants had the leather sheath tightened but there was still an inch gap. The assistants pulled and pulled on the laces Candice began to whimper finally the laces were done, the assistants knotted them pulled a flap over the laces and applied four decorative straps. Candice was so helpless now they may as well have amputated her arms at the shoulder they no longer seemed to exist.

The assistants removed one final item from the box. It was a steel waist clincher painted with metallic green paint. It was about 16 inches in total diameter, about 2 inches deep with several very strong catches and a screw mechanism to help close it. Candice groaned under her breath, the waist clincher was soon wrapped around her waist, the assistants used the screw mechanism to get it tighter and tighter before locking it shut and adding a little green padlock through the Catch. Candice certainly looked a helpless picture and she knew it, unfortunately as far as she was concerned she was used to it by now.

The assistant Michelle surveyed the entire room . Despite a few murmurs of complaint and a few late arrivals the show’s rehearsal was on time. Michelle made a sign for one final check. Kimmy and Rachel divided the room in two Kimmy checked Robin ,Vikki , Carroll and Chase. While Rachel checked KK, Sally , Jill, and Candice. They made sure that every buckle strap lock lace and hasp was done up firmly that nothing had loosened by one millimetre. Finally The to assistants gave the thumbs up, all the Models were there in there costumes the rehearsal could begin.

There was a great deal of confusion as the models walled out, some of them had difficulty walking with the height of the heels. Some of them had difficulty keeping up the pace. Some of them had a little trouble as there hobbles were different lengths keeping the same speed. There were a few incidents where one model would bump into another and the two of them would have trouble keeping there balance without the use of there arms. But such was the reason why you have a rehearsal for a show like this. Strangely enough KK and Candice seemed to have virtually no trouble as if they were no strangers to such costumes, they both moved with a practiced ease despite the severity of the restraints.

The models noticed something when they got onto the stage. The lights had been changed somewhat so that they would not be shining in there eyes. A large camera on a tripod was set up, a young but professional looking camera woman was behind it, with various equipment on a table. She was positioned to be able to view the entire show. There were mixed reactions to her presence. Some of the models were embarrass to be seem like this ,Sally felt even more helpless with the lens pointed at her, Jill was the same as her sister especially with her sister next to her it some how made it worse. The rest of the models didn’t seem to care that much they were unconcerned. Some of them seemed to actually brighten up with the camera. Vikki began to think of one modelling assignment for a video motion capture where she had what felt like a dozen cameras pointed at her. KK just like it, she was at heart an exhibitionist.

The models were given a sequence they were meant to come out. The visual and audio cues they were to take, how the lights would change. The models rehearsed there entrances getting used to moving in the outfits. Finally the designer spoke to Michelle they needed practice to move as one for the big end to the show when they would all be on stage together. The models slowly moved round the stage to the creaking of leather canvas and rubber. After half an hour of walking around the stage the models were tired they were moving as one and there timing was fantastic but they were very tired moving against the tight restraints.

The assistants brought out several bottles of water with straws in, the models crowded in. It ended up with one assistant holding two bottles one in each hand with one or two straws per bottle pretty soon the water was gone, the designer moved to the front of the stage and indicated a silver case. Michelle collected The case, Kimmy put a stool onto the stage Michelle put the case on the stool and opened it. The models looked at the contents, there were 11 groans and one cheer. Michelle spoke to the Models “Some accessories ladies”. The case contained 8 gags each designed to go with the models outfits. Each assistant took a handful of gags for the models.

Michelle approached Robin with a black rubber panel gag, the gag would completely cover the lower portion of her face it had a very large plug. Robin sighed once and opened her jaws. Gently Michelle pushed the giant gag home. Michelle moved robins hair to one side did up the strap them made sure it was secure. Robin couldn’t utter a sound. 
Michelle turned to Vikki she held up a very large blue ball gag with a blue strap for the model. Vicki opened her jaw to its limit to accept the gag, she knew she would have a saw jaw in the morning as Michelle tightly buckled it. Michelle moved onto Carroll, the assistant held up a Hannibal lector style mask, it was feminine shaped and peach in colour but it still bore a resemblance, inside was a large rubber plug The model twitched for a second with a disgusted look on her face then she excepted the gag without a word.

At the same time Kimmy homed in on KK with a large butterfly pump gag coloured to match the rest of her outfit. KK was actually moving towards Kimmy she obediently opened her mouth to receive the gag. Kimmy began to pump until it looked like KK was trying to swallow a balloon. Kimmy stopped pumping KK let out a grunt of disappointment. “Ok” Kimmy added a few more squeezes to the gag and continued on. . Kimmy got to Sally she brought out a Peach coloured corset gag with a large deep throat plug. The corset gag laced at the back over the lower half of her face the plug went deep reducing all of her protests to nothing. Kimmy moved onto Jill she held a Darlex hood with nose and eye holes, plus another large rubber plug inside the hood was the same colour as the rest of the outfit soon it was in place with just a few adjustments and Kimmy was finished.

As Michelle worked so did Rachel. . Finally Rachel moved round to Candice , Rachel smiled she had an extra large spider gag plus an inflatable plug in a matching colour. Candice opened her jaw as far as it would go, the ring worked behind her teeth and ensured her jaw would stay put. Candice felt the strap buckle behind her head then the gag plug came towards her face. The plug was forced into the ring then it was inflated until her loudest scream would come out as the slightest whimper. Finally Rachel got round to Chase brooks, Michelle held out her last item an extra large harness ball gag with red straps. Straps buckled behind Chase’s head under her chin over her nose she had no way of getting the blasted ball out it would sit there until the end of the rehearsal.

The models had some rest between acquiring there accessorise, then the models were made to walk round the stage again. They found it much harder going as it was harder to breath with the gags and move against the restraints. After another half hour they were all very tired. They were completely exhausted. The assistants walked back onto stage and lined the models up in two rows of six. The camera woman / technician activated a switch, a bar was lowered from the ceiling until it was a head height from the bar 8 short chains with clips on the end hung. Quickly the assistants attached a chain to the collar of each outfit every single model was now held in position able to do nothing except bare witness.

The designer picked up a microphone hidden below some fabric swatches and walked to the front of the stage. The camera woman panned the camera on her. The designer pulled off a wig and a pair of dark glasses then spoke into her microphone. “I can reveal that I am not a designer but a TV presenter, my name is Christen Hansen, these ladies cant take a seat, here we present the show to catch a maniac, my assistants are actually nurse from the maximum security wing of the sunny views asylum. In this program we follow the good people at sunny views asylum as they round up dangerous women from our community, encase them in appropriately restrictive restraints so they cannot hurt themselves or others then watch as they are hauled away to receive appropriate treatments.” The presenter continued “Robin Farrell your possession of an illegal fire arm and your failure of a recent psychiatric evaluation mean you need to be committed”. “Vikki Ilum your  kleptomania is getting out of control you need to be stopped”. “Carroll Faden your history has caught up with you“. “Chase Brooks you will receive the appropriate rehabilitation for your drug addiction”.

The presenter stopped for a second “Kim Kamite you are a masochist with no limit we have to stop you before you let someone or your self hurt you. . “Sally Russel your anorexia needs to be firmly tackled”. “Jill Russel you have family and self esteem issues that need to be tackled”. “Candice Candy aka Candy Kane your past has caught up with you.” All of you ladies your medical histories and your results on the mandatory psychiatric exam have lead you to an involuntary committal.” The models helplessly restrained and physically exhausted posed little problem as they were taken away , one by one to the waiting transport ambulance. Seven of theme were terrified one of them was ecstatic.

To catch a Maniac 3

The collage building was not particularly impressive but it was new, it had a freshness to it. The place was owned by the sunny views corporation. The banner over the entrance notice board proclaimed the amazing Miss Magenta the Magician’s escapology class. The room had a few comfortable chairs and a few neat boxes of props. A changing area was set up at the back of the room, there was a table filled with restraints. There was a magician she had dark glasses a costume and long black hair she had an assistant Michelle.

The first person to arrive for the class was Ashley Preston she was a model. Her boyfriend had given her a gift voucher for the escapology class. She did not know what to make of it but she was eager. She was hungry for new experiences for life enrichment as she called it. She was a brunette with a bob cut and a wide smile plastered all over her pretty face. She wore an attractive little black dress. Her body was kept fit and trim through a series of aerobics taekwondo, jujutsu and archery. Ashley eagerly absorbed the experience of the escapology class there was a display detailing the history of various shows she drank in the history and ambience. She greeted and thanked the magician for the opportunity. She spoke to the assistant at length she continually asked questions without waiting for answers regarding anything and everything.

The next person to arrive was Catherin Crown she was a producer, she had put together a few large shows before. The magic shows she had seen were relatively small one by comparison. Catherin knew she was destined for better things than her current job. She would have a big international network, enticing ordinances with her perfect body and sultry looks, plastered all over the world. She would launch her own range of lingerie perfume and have someone write a best selling biography for her by the time she was twenty six. She would marry some rich celebrity suck out all his or her money and contacts then dump them like yesterdays trash. Catherin was in a world of her own. She often spent more time spending money than making it, she was heavily in debt to everyone, still she had credit.

The next person through the door was Catherin she was a confident woman, she knew her own tanned body and raven hair was smoking hot. She was in sales. she relied on this confidence to project herself, she lent her confidence to any project she pitched. Catherin smiled at the magician greeted her - Catherin dismissed any thought that she was some where out of the ordinary her boss had given her a voucher to thank her for all the hard work she had done, then she moved off With the assistant to sit down.

Mary Maning was the next woman to arrive, she was in her early thirty’s tall and slim she had medium length red hair pulled back in a pony tail. She was known as the man eater because of her feisty temper and her way of getting jobs, she worked in sales. Many times Mary had gotten a  jobs because she had lead a man on letting him get sweet on her then dumping him quicker than three week old leftovers, when she had what she wanted. Mary had ruined several men’s careers marriages and caused one suicide when a hart broken executive drove his Bentley of a cliff half drunk, she could be a total bitch. Her younger sister had given her the bizarre gift of a voucher for the escapology class, she thought she might as well look at it.

The fourth person to arrive a little late was Gigi Edge, she was a receptionist her girlfriend had given her a voucher. she had overslept late now she was desperate to make up for lost time. Gigi looked harried she had not gotten enough sleep the night before, her phone battery was dead everything was terrible. She adjusted her short blond hair again, she was always playing with her hair. She greeted the Magician apologised got flustered and greeted the magician again. The assistant Michelle lead Gigi away towards the rear of the room.

The four women looked around the class room there were seats for several more people. Just then a group of four women entered the room, Keily Smith, Mandy Chow, Kimmy Jones and Rachel Cooper  bringing the class size up to eight. The magician explained that they all had to sign a waiver before the class could begin confidentiality and the like. Gigi looked at the waiver like it was a tombstone, she sighed then began to sign every bit of paper. Catherin signed the small mountain of paperwork. She noticed at the back of the room there were some curtains set up as a changing area. Ashley asked Michelle dozens of questions about the show. The assistant humoured Ashley with some general comments while Ashley signed the paperwork. When Ashley had signed all of the paper work the assistant let out a sigh of relief , filed the paperwork away, Mary smiled and greeted the assistant a flunky Mary thought. She sighed a pile of pointless paper work presented by someone less important than her. The four other women signed the waiver without fuss.

The magician miss Magenta took centre stage she had a leotard with silver stars on it magenta tights and three inch Calf length boots. “first a demonstration take any restraint from that table and tight me up as tightly as you can”. Catherin stepped up she took a straight jacket of the table the magician held out her arms. Catherin pulled the jacket over the magician’s torso she buckled the six straps down the back of the jacket she did up the crotch strap. Catherin fed the magicians arms through the front loop of the jacket Catherin buckled the straps from the arms behind the magician. Gigi picked up a pair of handcuffs she worked them over the magicians ankles then ratcheted them tight. Ashley tightened the straight jacket then wove a length of chain with an ornate padlock over the jacket over Miss magentas arms. Mary picked up a second set of handcuffs rigid ones and applied them round the magicians ankles above the hinged set. 

The other four women also when up tugged the back of the jacket to make sure it was tight. When they were all satisfied the magician took up position at the front of the class. She twisted her body in a specific direction. The ornate padlock snapped lose and the chain unwound. The Magician twisted her ankles in opposite directions. The ridged cuffs came lose, so did the hinged cuffs they were trick cuffs. The magician twisted her arms the jacket suddenly became a lot loser, she worked one hand out of the sleeve then undid the buckles on the jacket letting it drop to the floor. “The jacket of course is a trick straight jackets, the strap is actually far longer than it looks there is a loop hidden in the right hand sleeve give it a pull from inside and it releases”. “Now to get into the proper frame of mind you all need to put your costumes on, you need to dress the part“. The women slowly moved to the back of the room.  

Catherin saw a space with her name on it and sat down. Catherin removed her shoes her tight low cut top her tailored pants and stockings. Catherin put them all and her back pack into the box with her name on it. Catherin pulled the box with her outfit from below the dresser. Catherin got a good look at the contents, it was bubble gum pink. Catherin pulled out a pink leotard, then put it on it was tight over her curves. Catherin removed a pair of pink pantyhose from the box. Catherin put her right foot into the tight garment, she had to struggled for a second. Catherin pulled upwards in a constant motion. The panty hose clung tightly to her ankles and calves her knees and thighs. The fabric clung to her upper thighs her hips her crotch and ass, they were all sculpted by a tight pink coating. 

The pantyhose gripped her tightly and showed of her every curve, She looked really hot. 
The assistant handed Catherin a pair of four ½ inch bubble gum pink ankle length boots with stiletto heels. Catherin’s put on the horrendous shoes and strapped them tightly in place. 

Mary sat down at the dressing table with the mirror with her name on it. Mary slowly removed her jacket her white top her pants her socks and shoes with her bag they all disappeared into a box under the desk. Mary put on a orange leotard, then took out the pair of pantyhose they were a vivid orange, they were horrible she slowly put them on. Mary pulled up the waist then smoothed the material out over her thighs. The Assistant handed Mary a pair of Orange four and ½ inch length boots with stiletto heels. Mary murmured under her breath how horrible the boots were before the tight footwear encased her feet and ankles, she fidgeted with her ankles the boots were a little tight while the assistant moved on.

Gigi could see the uniform the other students had put on they looked like a magicians assistants room, she let out  a little sigh. Gigi moved to one of the few unoccupied spots in the room she was almost the last one to put her costume on. Gigi was self conscious she , Gigi looked around the room the costumes certainly looked interesting. The assistant gestured towards an empty box. Gigi striped of her clothes her heels put them and her old bag into the box then carefully put the box away.

Gigi slowly looked into a second box the costume was violet, she figured at least it would go with her eye’s it looked better than some of the other costumes. Gigi was a slender woman she removed the leotard wiggled it over her curves, net Gigi picked up violet pantyhose she shook them out, she bent down and worked them over her legs, Gigi pulled them up her waist then straightened out the hose. Gigi looked at the heels they were the highest she had ever worn, four and ½ inch length boots with stiletto heels. Reluctantly and slowly she put the shoes on then strapped them up. 

Ashley hat to use the toilet when she got back to the room, she looked at the rest of the women the effect upon Ashley was dramatic, she still kept smiling but she stopped talking. The assistant lead Ashley to a dressing table. Ashley politely steered a woman in blue out of the way so she could sit down. Ashley stripped of her little black dress her 3 inch heels and her own pantyhose, then put them with her bag in the box with her name on it. Ashley looked around in the box that contained her outfit. The outfit was canary yellow and seemed to consist of a pair of panty hose matching shoes and a leotard  the whole lot was in the exact matching colour.

Ashley pulled on the stretchy leotard, gently Ashley guided her feet into the panty hose, she pulled them up and adjusted them so that they were tight and smooth. Ashley put on the four and ½ inch length boots with stiletto heels, she made sure they were comfortable then strapped them up. Keily Smith, and Mandy Chow had blue costumes while, Kimmy Jones and Rachel Cooper had white costumes. 

The women assembled at the front of the stage the magician spoke to them. “Ladies we have 8 regulation straight jackets modified with the release trick we will put you into them you can have a walk round get to feel the jacket the escape release. Remember half the show is acting that the jacket is far tighter than it actually is“. The group split into two one half consisting of Catherin, Gigi, Ashley and Mary being taken care of by the assistant Michelle with the rest of the class being looked after by the Magician.

Every one had a colour coded straight jacket. the assistant held up the modified posed straight jacket and Ashley pushed and pulled her way into the garment. The assistant loosely buckled the top strap on the straight jacket to stop it sliding down. The assistant pulled the jacket further up Ashley’s arms, getting it as tight as possible. The assistant pulled the top strap all the way up so that The jacket would stay in place. The assistant worked on the rear straps getting them all as tight as possible. Ashley started to talk again asking questions about the outfit. The assistant decided that the straps needed to be tightened again.

Ashley barely noticed the tightening of the garment. Ashley didn’t pay to much attention when the assistant bent down and grabbed hold of the crotch strap. When the assistant pulled the crotch strap through it cut Ashley off mid sentence. Then the assistant went about securing the main strap joining the tip of one sleeve to the other. Ashley’s arms were fed in front of her through a front loop. Ashley felt her arms tightly pulled into place. Ashley’s arms were locked in a tight hug that she would never be able to squirm out of except with the trick jacket her fingers touched the release strap She looked like a giant Twinkie with all the canary yellow. 

The assistant held up a pink straight jacket. Catherin knew it was some form of straight jacket, the name escaped her, the garment looked like it would be really tight on her it was small. Catherin held her arms forward to accept the straight jacket. The garment was made of thick heavy canvas. Catherin pushed her right arm into the sleeve, it was very tight when Catherin had her hand half way down the garments sleeve it became even tighter. Finally Catherin got her hand to the end of the sleeve there was the release handle just before the end of the sleeve. The section was just big enough to accommodate her hand.

The assistant pulled the garment over Catherin’s shoulders then smoothed the canvas out. The assistant moved Catherin’s hair out of the way and buckled a strap tightly at shoulder level. Catherin realised how tight it would be over her chest. The assistant tightened another two straps down the back of the garment Catherin’s breasts were pushed into the canvas she could feel the rough material through her bra. The assistant pulled half a dozen heavy straps down the back of the garment as tight as humanly possible until the jacket creaked with every breath Catherin took.

Catherin felt a little helpless even though she knew it was a trick. The assistant reached down between Catherin’s legs and tightly grasped the crotch strap. The assistant pulled the strap tightly between her nylon encased legs and threaded the end of the strap through a buckle at the back of the garment. The assistant pulled the crotch strap got tighter, the  look on Catherin’s face changed as the assistant continued to tighten the strap, slowly canvas was pulled over nylon. Catherin wobbled her knees, the assistant continued to pull nylon was forced tightly into places it hadn’t occupied. Catherin was left breathing in  shallow pants her lips partly open while her eyes had a far away look in them. The assistant took advantage of Catherin’s state to move her arms in front of her thought the front loop. The assistant buckled the two ends together behind her back and pulled them tight. Catherin’s arms were now locked in a tight hug the buckle behind her back, this forced her breasts to thrust out even further. Catherin could move her arms a few inches against the canvas prison that was it.

The assistant held up a modified Posey straight jacket orange dyed canvas. Slowly Mary raised her arms up. The assistant pulled the jacket over Mary’s arms, for a second Mary flinched and tried to pull back. The assistant reassured her, then slipped the canvas jacket over Mary’s arms up her shoulders and spun her round. Mary could feel the release loop she regained her composure. the assistant had partially secured the top strap and was working on the second. The assistant pulled Mary’s hair out of the way and pulled the top most strap closed. Then the next strap pulled tight, the jacket began to constrict around Mary’s chest. The assistant finished tightening the top two straps and moved to the middle strap. Mary felt the pressure on her chest the tightness over her ribs, the straight jacket was not going anywhere soon. The assistant moved onto the three lower straps the entire straight jacket was getting tighter very fast. Mary could not believe how quickly she was losing her freedom. 

The assistant grasped Mary’s right arm and pushed it through the central loop of the straight jacket, Mary felt her left arm following the same route in the opposite direction. Mary turned to the assistant “couldn’t you make it a bit loser“. The assistant shook her head “it would not look right”. Mary tugged on the sleeves to free them but found the assistant had already buckled the straps behind her back. The assistant didn’t stop or slow down . Mary felt the woman’s hand reach between her legs, it was a little to close the assistant grabbed the crotch strap pulled it between Mary’s legs and threaded it in the buckle in one practiced fluid motion. The assistant gave the strap a hard pull getting all of the slack from the crotch strap, pulling the rest of the jacket down. The assistant pulled the straps along the back of the jacket tighter starting at the bottom and working up. The jacket was getting tighter and tighter Mary couldn’t do a thing to stop it. The assistant reached round Mary hugging her tightly the assistant braced her shoulder against Mary’s and grabbed hold of the arm strap. With a few tight pulls all hint of slack was removed from the jacket. Mary looked at the assistant “if its for show why not give them a good one”, the assistant smiled “That’s the spirit”.

The assistant moved behind Mary , Mary was practically lifted of her feet by the force applied to the crotch strap. Instantly Mary regretted her bravado. The crotch strap was cutting her in half but the assistant wasn’t finished. There was another tremendous tug on the strap the strap now started to disappear into her flesh enveloped by her pantyhose covered skin. Mary let out a little whimper as the assistant gave the crotch strap another almighty pull. Mary looked down the strap was almost completely enveloped by the folds of her body. The assistant gave the crotch strap another pull for good measure and buckled it tight. Mary’s eyes were spinning from the sensation every movement she made rubber her raw The strap was so tight it might as well have been trying to saw her in half.
The assistant was finally happy with the jacket. Mary thought if she struggled against it for a month she wouldn’t get a millimetres worth of slack, that is without the release handle. 

The assistant pulled the final outfit from the box, a violet dyed modified Posey straight jacket extra small. Gigi opened her arms out the assistant pulled the jacket over them. The assistant worked the tight little straight jacket over Gigi’s tight little body. The assistant tugged six straps down the back of the jacket. The assistant pulled Gigi’s arms in font of her through a central loop in the jacket then pulled the strap tight behind her. The crotch strap on the jacket was threaded through between Gigi’s legs and through a buckle at the  back if the jacket. The assistant encouraged Gigi to walk she quickly found each step pulled the crotch strap tighter. 

The women were encouraged to walk around they felt the tightness of the straight jackets the Magician gave them pointers for putting on a show to contort there legs arch there backs to thrash around to distract an ordinance from seeing the trick by making lots of complex and erratic actions they would not see the important ones. The assistant and the magician laid eight mats out on the floor. The magician explained she would time it to see who could get out first. The eight women began to struggle against there jackets. Mandy Chow was able to get her jacket off in about 30 seconds, After about a minute Kimmy Jones was also free after a minute and a half Keily Smith and Rachel Cooper were free. Mary spoke to the magician “the release handle isn’t working I cant get out” The magician looked at Mary “four of your class mates have already escaped you probably need to pull the handle with more force”. After ten minutes of struggling and pulling on the handle Catherin Crown, Gigi Edge, Ashley Preston and Mary Maning were exhausted and gave up. The magician looked at them, “you girls obviously need an incentive to try harder lets give you a time penalty”. The magician clapped her hands.

Mandy Chow approached Ashley Preston she had a set of leather cuffs and a big fat rubber ball gag. Mandy flipped Ashley onto her back. Quick as a flash one cuff was applied to her right ankle her foot was brought up the strap from cuff was threaded round the strap joining Ashley’s arms behind her back. Ashley’s other ankle was quickly trapped in the other cuff. she was hogtied in such a way if she pulled on her legs she made her arms tighter and if she pulled on her arms it pulled her legs further up behind her it was simple and effective a Massive ball was wedged in between he lips. Kimmy Jones restrained Gigi Edge the same way. Keily Smith quickly hogtied Mary Maning and Rachel Cooper dealt with Catherin Crown

The students were positioned in the front of the class room they were confused the new position was merciless. They waited to be shown the trick to escape there restraints. The Magician picked up a microphone hidden below some coloured scarves and walked to the front of the class. The assistant Michelle picked up a camera from inside a box painted with stars, she  panned the camera on the magician. The Magician pulled off a wig and a pair of dark glasses then spoke into her microphone. “I can now reveal that I am not a magician, but a TV presenter, my name is Christen Hansen, these ladies cant possibly take a seat, The trick is there is no trick these are real restraints. here we present the show to catch a maniac, my assistant is actually nurse from the maximum security wing of the sunny views asylum, your class mates that did escape consist of 2 police officers and two more psychiatric nurses they are not hear by coincidence. In this program we follow the good people at sunny views asylum as they round up dangerous women from our community, encase them in appropriately restrictive restraints so they cannot hurt themselves or others then watch as they are hauled away to receive appropriate treatments.” 

The presenter stopped for a second for dramatic pause “Mary Maning - aka the man eater your hospital record reports deep physiological issues that need to be dealt with”. “Catherin Crown you will not accept reality,  you will be forced to accept reality“. “Gigi Edge you will get help for your depression”. “Ashley Preston you again have deep seated physiological issues that require a though investigation”. The women helplessly restrained and posed little problem as more nurses arrived to take them away , one by one to the waiting transport ambulance. Four silent women were hauled away thinking about the friends and relatives that had sold them out.