Wished for

Emma was a college student 19 years old in her first year of college doing a degree in media studies. She had not got good grades ,she had not got bad grades she had gotten average grades. she could have pushed herself a bit harder but she couldn’t be bothered to put in the extra effort. So she had taken a soft option a media studies course she wasn’t artistic or interested in the subject matter it was just a easy option for her. She was meant to be in class or studying but she just drifted by barely showing up for class barely paying any interest. she was tall very tall over 6 foot blond with very long legs they were her best feature. However she didn’t bother to show them off. she wore trainers jeans and a cardigan most of the time.

That particular day she had been looking in junk shops for materials for a photographic study. A rare departure but she had to start getting some assignments done or she would be kicked out of the course. Emma had spent a lot of money on rubbish, she got offered credit cards as a student and she didn’t say no to them. She was spending money she didn’t have, but at least this time it was working towards college. She purchased an old battered brass lamp and a few odds and ends. Emma took her purchases home and began to arrange them,  as a composition.

The lamp was not very good for her composition, she reckoned if it was cleaned up she would have an interesting contrast with the other items. She rubbed the lamp with the edged of her cardigan sleeve. The lamp didn’t get any cleaner but a grey stain appeared on the edge of her cardigan and it was one of her favourites. Emma threw the lamp against the wall it hit the edge of a shelf with a satisfy in clang. Creating a large dent in the surface of the lamp.

Emma looked at her room the pile of over priced rubbish she had purchased from the shops, the pile of papers on her desk. Overdue rent demands credit card statements reports and projects returned with an f grade the utility bills phone bills. Emma stood up and began ranting “I wish I had my own place my own room somewhere exclusive where every need was taken care of for me and I didn’t have to do anything ever again somewhere far from hear”.

Smoke came out of the dented brass lamp it seemed to glow red for a second the dent faded away. The smoke filled the room it began to wrap around Emma her vision began to turn grey and blur. Emma began to spin desperately trying to keep her balance. For a second Emma thought she lost her footing then the smoke cleared. Emma’s vision began to clear she was standing in a padded white room, she looked around the room was about 6 foot by 6 foot square on the floor and about 8 foot high. There was no visible door or window, a light fitting on ceiling provided all illumination. Emma looked around frantically, nervously she spoke “hello is anyone there why am I hear?”

A small puff of smoke started in one corner of the room, it grew larger it began to wrap around Emma. The smoke grew darker and began to swirl around her Emma felt a force pulling at her clothes. Emma found her clothes disintegrating they turned into dust. Then evaporated into little puffs of smoke as the dust hit the floor. The swirling cloud of smoke speeded up and moved up her body, in seconds it was gone and so were all her clothes.

Emma was terrified, she was naked in a padded cell in some un-known place she instinctively covered herself up. A puff of smoke rose from the floor it formed a little ball. The ball turned pink and grew darker the ball grew in size and rose into the air, it turned red and solidified into a hard ball in front of Emma’s face. Emma tried to speak, but as soon as she opened her lips the ball darted into her mouth. Wedging itself between her teeth Emma began to panic, she tried to pull the ball out but it was already to late. Emma found the ball expanding in her mouth it got larger and larger her tongue was pressed to the floor of her mouth. Emma’s jaw was stretched as far as it would go, Emma couldn’t even get a finger tip in the gap between her jaw and the ball. Yet the ball continued to grow she found her jaw ached as it was stretched further the gag touching the back of her throat. A broad black strap extended from either side of the front of the ball and met behind her head. There was a silent click Emma reached behind her head and found a little lock attached to a buckle on the strap. She tugged at the lock but it wouldn’t move.

Another little ball of smoke formed at the floor of the cell Emma backed away into a corner. She tried to wave it away it became a shade of pink and wafted around her ankles. The ball of smoke rose to her knees then to her crotch it formed a pair of pink rubber panties with two equally sized and very large plugs. Emma tried to hold the edge of the rubber underwear. But it moved up her legs with a mind of its own the two plugs were at least lubricated. Emma had never had anything that large inside her or any thing in her rear but inch by inch the garment rose. The plugs invaded Emma until finally the edge of the underwear was at her waist.

The waistband immediately tightened and a small strap with a locked buckle formed. Emma could not get a finger under the edge of the garment it was uncomfortably tight pinching around her waist. She could feel the lock in the small of her back. It wasn’t finished by a long shot. The underwear began to get tighter and tighter. Emma felt like she was being cut in half, the plugs were driven in deeper. The plugs themselves began to expand and elongate the plug in her pussy was uncomfortable but the one in her rear was a little painful finally when she thought she could take no more the plugs stopped expanding.

Emma realised she had fallen against the side of the cell. She was weeping into her gag she stood up. The tight rubber underwear emphasised her long legs and tight little rear. A new ball of smoke rose from the floor it was larger than the others and moved with purpose. Emma held her arms out to ward of the smoke but it just engulfed them. Suddenly Emma felt feel the weight of a heavy canvas jacket over her torso. The jacket was practically alive with a will of its own. The two edges of the garment tried to meet behind her, a set of laces began to work up and down the jacket. It was like the two edges were being sown together by an invisible merciless sowing machine, it grew tighter and tighter.

The garment started just above the tight underwear and ended in a high reinforced collar, there were laces from the top to the bottom. The sleeves of the jacket also began to tighten. There were straps at wrist and elbow designed to keep a limb in the sleeve. The laces finally finished bringing the two haves of the jacket together like a corset. Emma found her nipples rubbing against the rough canvas every time she struggled or moved. Her jacket was so tight she had to constantly pant just to get enough air. This rubbed her nipples against the canvas which began to have an effect which only increased her panting.

A flap went over the laces and a zip secured the flat. Ten heavy straps worked into the canvas began to tighten and lock. The last was the crotch strap which was extra wide and extra heavy. The strap went from front to back and tightened slowly driving the dam plugs in even deeper. A tube of fabric was positioned under Emma’s breasts at the front of the jacket rather than a single strap or loop of fabric. Her arms would be passed through the tube to help restrain them. Her right arm was forced through the tube of fabric, the fabric was not canvas. It was quite stretchy even though the diameter of the tube could barely take one arm it stretched as the other arm was forced through. With both her arms secured in the tube in front of her, the straps met behind Emma and began to tighten. Within moments there was no slack whatsoever. Emma felt as if both her arms were being wrenched out of there sockets at this extra stress Emma sank to her knees. When the jacket had finished there was a clicking sound, as small padlocks appeared on each buckle along the back of the jacket.

Emma stood from a kneeling position needing a little bit of time and effort to balance without the use of her arms. She was quite a sight her long legs and tight butt were really framed by the jacket. It forced her to arch her back thrusting her chest forward and her ass out. The corset like nature of the garment also helped enhance her figure a fact that she neither observed or appreciated. Emma began to struggle but couldn’t get any where with the jacket. The smoke began to rise again she frantically struggled the smoke turned a brown colour and wrapped around Emma’s legs. She felt movement as if the floor was shifting rising. 

In a second it was gone ,two brown leather boots enveloped her legs from her toes to the top of her thighs. The boots were ridiculously high and forced her feet into a impossible arch. There were laces down the side of each boot they tightened making the footwear impossible to remove. A flap moved over the laces then a zip sealed the flat obscured the laces. The boots must have made her overall six foot 7. Trying to balance on them and the padded floor made life almost impossible. Emma had to spend all her concentration just to balance. Now Emma was truly a vision the boots sculpted every curve of her legs thighs and ass to perfection.

The boots began to move themselves. rows of eyelets formed down each side of the boots. The eyelets were arranged in two strips one from the top of the boot to the knee and one running from just below the knee to the ankle. More laces appeared, starting at the knee the laces along the side of the boots began to join the two strips of eyelets together. They progressed far more slowly Emma was forced into a crouching position. It added extra stress to her legs and made balancing all that much harder. The lacing continued, it drew Emma into a tighter position. The laces worked there way up from her knees to her ankles drawing her ankles up to her thighs. Welding her legs together in squatting position. The laces tightened and Emma found herself stumble forward from just able to balance on her feet to resting on her knees. The padding cushioned the short fall. Something got hold of the heels on the boots and pulled them back. Emma felt them secured and lost all movement in her ankles. She was now locked in a kneeling position. Flaps covered over the laces and zips came into palace. In a few seconds you could hardly see the join in the boots where the laces were.  heavy straps wrapped around from her ankles to her thighs then locked.

A ball of smoke rose from the floor it grew darker and approached Emma’s face. She tried to pull back but could barely move. The ball of black smoke hovered over her head. The smoke condensed and formed a black rubber ball the ball expanded to form a thick rubber hood. The hood began to unfold then slowly moved over Emma’s head. The rubber must have been half an inch thick or more, inch by inch an invisible force pulled the hood over her head. For the face Its only opening were two small holes for her nostrils. The hood stopped for a second working its way over the padlock from the ball gag. At one point Emma thought she would suffocate as the rubber covered her nose. But after what seemed like a minute the holes lined up again and she could breath. The hood was reinforced over the mouth pressing the ball gag in deeper similar reinforcements existed over her ears so she couldn’t hear much and over her eyes . Finally a strap formed over the neck of the hood and a small lock clicked shut, there was no way to remove anything.

Emma herd a faint echo in her ears “Wish granted”.

Emma panicked and thrashed about as much as she could. She looked de humanised almost all significant features removed. The rubber hood only showed the shape of her nose and the bulge from the enormous ball gag. Her arms were gone wrapped away in canvas and leather, her legs were folded away. She looked less like a person and more like a sculpture made of rubber , canvas and leather. A sculpture that captured the essence of a woman her shape and form but more as an abstract concept. Emma began to accept this was what she was now and began to find a degree of peace she began to calm down.

A part of the wall opened to reveal a door. Two nurses walked into the room there uniforms had badges that indicated they worked at sunny view asylum. One nurse had a name badge with Kimmy the other had a name badge Michelle she had a clipboard. Michelle turned to her colleague “This patient is a lifer according to her notes. The doctors have deemed that she cant be rehabilitated. so all we do is keep her restrained at all times. Her mouth tightly gagged so she cant bite or spit or swear. Her Arms tightly restrained so she cant punch or scratch. Her legs tightly secured so she cant kick or run. According to her notes she is to be kept in DOUBLE ULTRA LOCK DOWN as tightly restrained as possible to stop her from hurting her self. Also in the notes if we have to remove the restraints for any reason she should be sedated first”. 

Kimmy looked at Michelle “you know what this means we can do anything we like to her”. The two nurses shared a mischievous look Kimmy held a cloth and a bottle “ I have the chloroform hear” Emma herd this conversation and tried to back away into a corner. She felt the pad pushed into her face where the breathing holes in the mask were a hand on the back of her head. The sweet odour filled her lungs and she began to fall asleep.

Wished for 2

Wanda was Emma’s flat mate, she was also a college student. .She had a completely different outlook to Emma, she studied accountancy and she studied hard. She was always busy and held down a part-time job. doing data entry for some logistics company. Wanda was feed up that Emma hadn’t put in her half of the rent this month. This would be the 3rd month in a row she would have to pay it, with vague promises of payment later from Emma. Wanda was 5 foot 4 inches she was of African American decent she had deep brown eyes wore her hair in a pony tail. Wanda’s best feature was her chest. She had been an early developer and now had extremely large breasts embarrassingly large. The rest of her body was petite, which increased the emphasis on her chest. Wanda was nervous and shy she hid her endowments beneath heavy sweaters, she wore flat plain shoes and lose skirts. She hid her eyes behind thick rimed glasses even though she needed glasses only if she was spending long periods on the computer. She hid her smile as she was always face down in a book. 

Wanda went into Emma’s room looking for her, to try and get some money towards the rent. Wanda noticed the lamp shining on the ground, it was just typical Emma had no money for the rent, but she could go out and purchase this junk. Wanda vaguely wondered if she could get some money for it somewhere. The lamp glinted, for some reason Wanda kept hold of it. Wanda headed back to her room she was exhausted from long hours of work and study. Wanda put the lamp down on her bedside table Wanda got ready for bed. She changed into sweat socks a heavily under wired bra and panties that were comfortable and a large t shirt that was lose and baggy Wanda turned in for the night. Her sleep was interrupted she forgot she left the alarm set. Out of the pile of blankets one slender hand reached out it brushed over the lamp, then knocked the alarm of the table. Wanda cursed and sat upright she picked up the lamp and threw it at the beeping alarm, there was a satisfying crunch and the alarm stopped beeping. Wanda rolled over muttering “I wish I never had to get out of bed again”.

Wanda found her head rolling she couldn’t quite get to sleep. She sat up the room around the bed began to shimmer and fade she thought she was finally dozing off again but then the room came back into focus. She was lying on her bed but her bed was in the middle of a white room. The room was large enough to accommodate the bed and the about twice as much room left over. Wanda was sure she was dreaming it had to be there was no other explanation. Looking around the floor and ceiling Wanda noticed that the white walls were padded. She was dreaming she was in a padded room how strange.

There appeared to be a trail of mist coming up rising from her covers. Wanda looked at it the mist seemed to rise from her covers and disappear after it rose about 3 feet into the air. Wanda passed her hand over it through it. Then Wanda noticed her covers had become lighter. Wanda mused what a strange dream, the cover continued to disintegrate. Wanda pondered what it meant she wished at that point it was a psychiatry course not an accounting course she had taken. The cover became a thin layer of cloth outlining her form then it became a thin layer of mist covering the bead the mist rose up towards the ceiling where it completely dissipated.

Wanda looked around the room for a minute the ceiling was padded so was the floor. The floor had spots on it where equipment could be recessed. The bed beneath her began to feel strange Wanda sat up. “This is a dream, this is a dream” She told herself she hugged her self. The bed beneath her began to move and shift soon it began to blur. The head board changed into a metal rack the mattress changed, the beg sprang up side rails, it moved further off the ground with a jolt. Wanda tipped back and landed on her back. When she got back up into a sitting position she was certain her bead had Changed into some type of hospital bed it felt medical it had that smell, the look with the head board the side rails.

Wanda looked at herself she was wearing her normal bed clothes it didn’t feel like a dream. Mist began to rise up in front of her it took Wanda a few seconds to realise where it was coming from. The fabric of her top was getting thinner soon Wanda could almost see through the fabric. Wanda reached out grabbing hold of the disappearing fabric she was soon clutching nothing, slowly a cloud of mist dissipated. With it so did much of Wanda’s dignity. She was embarrassed in a strange place in only her underwear and socks. After a few seconds more mist began to rise Wanda looked at her feet her socks were disintegrating. There was an unpleasant tickling sensation holes appeared in the heel and the toe. Wanda kicked her feet out trying to shake of the feeling. in a few seconds the feeling was gone, her petite little feet were barefoot and free. Wanda particularly hated having her feet bear because she was very ticklish. Wanda found herself dreading the next sensation. Slowly very slowly mist rose from her around her breasts her bra was dissipating disappearing into white nothingness. Wanda held her arms up to cover her chest in a few moments her bra was gone she was left covering up her breasts they hung there like two cannon balls. Wanda covered herself up her crossed arms just barely keeping her bust in check. The next sensation made Wanda shriek her panties disappeared in a puff of mist leaving her naked and vulnerable Wanda immediately clamped her legs together to hide her embarrassment.

“This is just a nightmare” Wanda told herself , she pinched herself then pinched herself again until it hurt. “Wake up wake up” Wanda muttered to herself  Shock and horror filled her system. She looked around the room there did not appear to be an exit of any sort she was sitting on a hospital bed in a padded room. Wanda hugged herself tight a small whimper escaped her lips, with the realisation she was not dreaming.

Wanda watched as the mist began to return. The mist was barely a presence to begin with it could just be seen out of the corner of her eye. It began to get thicker and thicker a swirling circle of mist began to form around the corners of the room. More mist  appeared it grew thicker and stronger more solid. The mist rose and swirled round the ceiling. Wanda had to crane her neck up to see it, it was getting thicker and more solid. Soon it had formed into a ball the mist seemed to move as if it had weight then it began to look more like fabric and less like mist. A ball of fabric with distinct features was Materialising. When it was complete it dropped from the top of the room and landed next to Wanda. The shock from the impact made Wanda jump. She moved back a few inches but the ball of cloth did nothing. Wanda cautiously reached out and picked up the ball of cloth. It unwound from the ball to form a jacket. Wanda looked at the garment it was about her size but smaller it had straps and was made of white canvas reinforced with brown leather. Worse about the jacket there were holes for her breasts and no crotch to the garment. It was some perverts idea of a straight jacket there was no way she was going to put it on let alone hold it. Wanda threw the jacket of the bed away from her. 

The jacket lay on the floor for a second, then it began to move. It slowly rose from the floor Wanda watched it rise her jaw dropped. Inch by inch it rose until it was off the floor and at the same height as the bed. Wanda had a good long chance to look at the jacket there were straps that went from front to back and would frame either side of her crotch. There was a high collar a narrow waist two openings for her breasts that would be a real squeeze. There was a loop beneath her breasts. The jacket began to turn in mid air slowly the back of the garment was revealed. a series of straps and laces went up the back of the jacket it would be totally impossible to escape from. The jackets two halves slowly spread wider and wider like a yawning jaw.

Wanda was not prepared for the speed of the jacket, for almost a minute it had moved an inch at a time now it became a blur. Wanda found herself pinned to the bed by the canvas it was pushing and pulling at her trying to embrace her. Wanda tried to push it away straightening her arms out against it. This proved to be a mistake. Wanda found both her arms disappearing down the sleeves of the jacket. Wanda tried to pull her arms back out but the jacket griped her tight. Wanda struggled against the inanimate object but it slowly consolidated its victory. The jacket moved closer the straps buckled behind her and it had a firm grip on her waist. The tips of Wanda’s breasts began to peek out of the two leather lined holes. The jacket got closer another strap buckled one of the two straps framing her crotch secured itself. Wanda thrashed against the jacket but it didn’t halt its advance. More flesh bulged out of the two holes, Another strap secured itself behind her the second strap framing her crotch secured itself Wanda felt her finger tips guided further into the jacket sleeves. Two more straps down the back of the jacket secured themselves Wanda’s chest was forced forwards into the bindings, it was very uncomfortable and made her struggle more. Two more straps secured themselves behind Wanda’s back she knew she wasn’t going to win this fight but she continued to struggle any way. 

Wanda’s finger tips brushed the end of the sleeves they were very tight and allowed little movement. Two more straps buckled behind Wanda her assets were pushed further into the two openings. A critical mass was built up enough force was now applied to push Wanda’s poor breasts fully through the two holes. Wanda’s breasts bounced about like two beach balls as the jacket continued to tighten another two straps secured themselves and Wanda’s arms were pushed fully into the sleeves the her hands restrained in in built mittens a strap seemed to tighten around her wrist. The collar of the jacket also seemed to tighten. Wanda stopped fighting and started panting. The jacket had not continued to tighten or do anything Wanda was wearing the jacket it was secure but not tight. There was still a gap at the back and it was not uncomfortable her arms were not restrained completely and she still had some movement.

Wanda tried to get out of the jacket it was completely dormant now. The tried to pull her arms out of the sleeves. There was no way with the strap around her wrist she tried to pull the jacket over her head it wouldn’t go any where. Wanda tried chewing on the arm of the jacket her teeth couldn’t make a dent in the canvas. She tried to unbuckle the jacket behind her but with her hands in the internal mittens she couldn’t get a good grip on the buckles. Wanda tried to contort herself around to try and undo the jacket straps with her toes but she couldn’t reach. Finally panting Wanda lent back into the bed and thought maybe she could use part of the hospital bed to get the jacket lose.

Wanda tried to get of the bed immediately the jacket sprang to life. The buckle on the end of one sleeve wrapped around the frame of the bed and pulled Wanda in the opposite direction. Wanda landed back in the middle of the bed. Wanda looked on in amazement as the buckle unwound itself. Wanda tried to move in the opposite direction but the jacket strap did the same thing. Wander held her hands out to try and keep the straps away from the sides of the bed. The straps aimed for the loop in the centre of the jacket below her bulging breasts. Wanda pulled her arms away and held them out at full length. The straps seemed to reach then they seemed to stretch. Wanda tried to stretch to but she couldn’t go any further. Her arms were at there limit but the straps seemed as if they could go on forever. The straps met the central loop then went through it in opposite directions. Slowly Wanda felt them move behind her the straps met behind her back. There was the terrible sound of leather and brass buckle meeting a soft but permanent sound. Wanda felt the straps shrinking back to there original form. Slowly her straight arms were bent in an arch. Wanda resisted every moment pulling frantically the tips of the sleeves got closer and closer to the central loop. finally Wanda felt he mittened hands pass each other through the central loop. The strap continued to get tighter until Wanda’s right elbow was next to left her wrist and visa versa it was secure but not uncomfortable. 

Wanda sat up she was on her back as the jacket had tightened. She sat there not believing it the jacket removed  a lot of her ability to move. she felt like an equation that was slowly being broken down parts being removed until only one variable was left fully defined naked with no hiding place. Wanda mused what would be left of her when it was over and by no means did it seem to be over. 

The next part of her ordeal began, the straps either side of her crotch got tighter they began to dig into her flesh it was unwelcome and embarrassing. For all the fabric and straps of the jacket it hid absolutely nothing. The strap at the base of her spine just above her ass Tightened then the next one above it and so on running up the jacket till it reached the collar. The gap between the two halves of the jacket was less but by no means gone. The straps began to move again the same run of tightening happened again, the jacket was beginning to become snug. Wanda tipped forwards and was rewarded with a face full off mat she struggled desperately but all she managed was to wiggle her framed ass in the air. The straps on the jacket continued another run the collar strap barely moved. but there was still a slight gap on the rest of them. The jacket was now tight firm, another wave of tightening and the two halves of the jacket  met making the jacket tight but not uncomfortably so. 

It was far from over finally the laces on the back of the jacket sprang into life. Two flaps of fabric met, between them were eyelets. the laces began to thread between them. The straps began to disappear under the lacing over the back of the jacket. The laces created a corset effect puling the jacket in such a way to emphasise Wanda’s waist, it made it look smaller and made her ass look bigger. Wanda stopped struggling and started panting. The laces finally tightened themselves to the point where they couldn’t go any more Wanda now had a very tight jacket and extra sexy curves. The way the jacket had tightened had pulled her shoulders back and made her arch her back into an s curve her breasts thrust out further. Wanda felt the strap between her arms shorten, she was forced into a tighter hug her elbows meeting. Wanda found the internal mittens getting tighter she couldn’t move her fingers at all. The central loop also grew tighter further trapping her arms. Finally the leather around the base of each breast grew tighter. Panting from the exertion of resisting the jacket tooth and nail Wanda twisted and rolled over backwards onto the mattress.

Wanda regained her composure after a minute, she was trapped in the horribly tight jacket but at least it wasn’t getting any worse. Wanda was past scared and had moved into angry from angry into frustration. She began her own internal musing . She had wished that she never had to get out of bed again, by the look of this straight jacket she was never going to be able to get out of bed again. She looked at her self she was dressed like some fetishists wet dream some malevolent and sadistic force had put her in this position. It came to her she was not trapped on the bed yet if she could get off  maybe this wish spell would end. Whatever was behind it had played cat and mouse too long she was getting of the ride. Wanda carefully got onto her feet took up a crouching position and tried to leap over the side of the bed.

She nearly made it out of the bed she was just over the rail ,when the black strap appeared it seemed to be made of rubber and it moved very fast. The belt darted out from the side of the bed and attached itself to a point in the ceiling. Wanda hit it, it stretched then bounced her back onto the bed. Wanda landed face down on the bed with her ass in the air her ample chest providing some cushioning to her landing. The rubber belt moved with a life of its own it moved under Wanda and wrapped round the mattress and bed tightening to form a death grip on the bed. The mattress was now practically welded to the bed. A loop or 2 inch black rubber wrapped around Wanda’s waist and pulled tight. she was trapped on the bed and also practically welded to the bed mattress and frame. One end of the belt seemed to move of its own accord it hovered over Wanda’s ass it moved away then landed with a loud smack.

Wanda screamed at the top of her voice the dam bed was giving her a spanking for trying to get away. The heavy rubber strap landed a second time on the other buttock. Wanda screamed again. Wanda threw her head back and screamed again as the third blow landed on top of the first the pain was even worse. Wanda kicked her legs scissoring them achieving nothing a fourth and fifth blow landed. Wanda started thrashing about all it did was grind her large breasts into the mattress and make her ass a moving target none of witch made any difference to the strap. The sixth and seventh blow landed and Wanda gave up thrashing about not getting any where, she started to cry. Wanda continued to scream her lungs out as the eight and ninth blows landed. Finally a tenth blow completed the discipline and the strap moved. Wanda found her self turned over with her weight coming back down on her poor abused ass. The strap became dormant, simply a restraint again.

Wanda lay on the bed for a few seconds. A second rubber strap about 2 inches wide and a half inch thick appeared from nowhere it also moved under Wanda. The strap wrapped round the bed frame and mattress, but it didn’t do anything. The strap would have been at a height just above her breasts as she lay there. A third strap appeared it also passed under her and wrapped around the bed. Wanda didn’t know what was going on she lent forward and sat up as best she could the waist strap digging into her. Wanda looked over the bed nothing was happening then the two other straps struck. One went above her breasts one went below her breasts they pulled tight and wrestled her back to the bed they then tightened. Wanda pulled against them she could get a little movement, but was then pulled back into place. It was a cruel joke that only served to make her chest bounce, enough room to jiggle but not enough to go anywhere. Wanda started screaming in frustration and didn’t stop.

Wanda saw something in the corner of her eye the mist began to return. The mist was a subtle presence darker this time. It began to get thicker and thicker a swirling circle of it began to form around the bed it grew thicker and more solid. The mist  and swirled round the ceiling. Wanda had to turn her head to see it, it was getting thicker the mist seemed to move as if it had weight. Then it began to look darker more like thick rubber and less like mist. A ball of black shiny material with distinct features condensed when it was complete it dropped from the top of the room and landed next to Wanda’s head, she tried to pull away. 

The mass of rubber unfolded it looked like the combination of a strange giant plug and a dogs muzzle. Wanda eyed up the gag, it took the form of part of her face it would cover her mouth from under her nose and completely cover her jaw. It had two sets of thick rubber straps that would go behind her head. A large plug was in the centre of the muzzle, the plug was very thick and pear shaped. Wanda looked at the gag the surface must be ½ inch thick rubber. She doubted she could open her jaws large enough to accept the plug it was so large. The straps from the gag moved and the entire thing began to move towards her head. Wanda clamped her mouth shut. The gag rose using the straps, like legs dragging the plug behind it like an abdomen. The entire image freaked Wanda out. but she wouldn’t scream or open her mouth she had seen how quickly the jacket had moved and wouldn’t underestimate the gag. 

The attack came but not from the gag but from the straps above and below her breasts. All of a sudden Wanda let out a gasp as the straps gave her a squeeze. With her mouth open a little the gag moved. Wanda felt it on top of her face it reminded her of the film aliens. She was very afraid her jaw was pushed to its normal limit, but only the very tip of the fat plug on gag was inside her mouth. Wanda could taste the thick rubber with the tip of her tongue. She could feel the pressure her jaw was pushed further apart and the gag plug slid in a little deeper. Wanda felt her lips pulled into a wide O around the intruder she couldn’t do a single thing about it her tong was pushed to the bottom of her mouth rubber grated against her teeth she was over whelmed with the unpleasant taste. Her jaw was at its limit but still the plug pushed and still it moved. 

Wanda was terrified the plug was so large so fat she was convinced it wouldn’t physically fit into her mouth. Finally when Wanda thought her jaw was going to be broken, the largest part of the gag was inside her mouth past her jaw and the rest simply slid in. For a second Wanda was relieved that her jaw wasn’t broken. It dawned on her the immense size of the gag was uncomfortable and wouldn’t get any better it would keep her tong at the bottom of her mouth. She could bite down on it with all her strength, scream at the top of her lungs and it would make no difference. The gag was designed well it filled every crevice of her mouth with rubber. There were even groves where her upper and lower teeth fitted into the rubber. Even if she had both hands free and no bondage she doubted that she would be able to pull the pear gag out of her mouth. The half inch rubber over the top was over kill but served to cove her bulging lips the straps locked tight but were completely redundant. The only means of expression left to Wanda was her eyes, she did all she could and glowered at the far wall.

The mist began to form again, it was dark like the last time Wanda watched it swirl about over head. The mist began to condense Wanda saw streaks of silver she didn’t know what it meant but she could guess something made of rubber and metal. The mist condensed into a ball of rubber with a few metal components. Wanda watched it as it dropped this item landed and had no intensions of pretending to be something benign. It looked like a cross between a rubber sports bra and a milking machine. Wanda began to struggle as the device moved towards her chest, she didn’t want her large breasts at the mercy of whatever had just applied the horrible gag. All Wanda’s struggling did was wave her breasts about . The bondage bra advanced on Wanda it settled over her struggling chest, a strap fed itself over the top of her arms behind her back and locked. The device used this anchor point to pull itself over both breast. 

The rubber covering Wanda’s breasts was thick and tight it slowly advanced over them Wanda felt as if a balloon was stretching over each of her breasts it was tight and uncomfortable and made her struggle more. Wanda’s struggle only helped the horrible device. Bit by bit her flesh disappeared covered in rubber. As the majority of her flesh was covered with rubber Wanda’s nipples brushed against something cold and metallic built into the bra. Finally the bra completely engulfed the two jiggling mounds of flesh. Wanda felt many sensations the extra pressure all over the surface of her breasts. Straps at the base of each breast tightened considerably locking the bra and making it more difficult to remove. Further 4 straps  per breast ran from the apparatus at the nipple to the base strap then tightened. The action felt like kneading dough Wanda’s breasts bulged outwards her nipples were pushed into waiting metal tubes Wanda felt two internal clamps lock at the base of her nipples. Wanda exploded she had very sensitive nipples and she didn’t like them being touched in this manner. She struggled for several minutes then calmed down, no further pressure was applied to her breasts. she wasn’t in any distress it wasn’t painful it was embarrassing and Wanda admitted it to herself turning her on a little.

The bed began to rock and creek. Wanda tilted her head forward then hooked her feet under the sides of the bed. She used that as leverage against the stretchy rubber straps to sit up and look over her own cleavage. Along the bed at About level with her mid thigh two metal and rubber contraptions sprang over the side of the bed and extended to form metal stirrups. The stirrups had rubber covered sections. They were shiny chrome with rubber pads in two sections if a women was resting on them there would be support from mid thigh to knee and from calf to ankle. They had straps at the ankle the straps were open, inviting. Wanda didn’t want to have her legs trapped in them and pulled her feet back towards her chest crossing her ankles.

First the right stirrup moved it slid a little closer. The strap at the end of the stirrup where the ankle would be slowly extended. It moved a little like a snake backwards and forwards, then the same thing happened with the left stirrup. Wanda pulled her ankles a bit further back. The straps Pulled back then lunged forwards striking. Each strap wrapped round its corresponding ankle. The battle was not over yet Wanda pulled against the straps with all the force in her legs. She held them at bay for a few minutes. Swear began to form over Wanda’s body then inch by inch the straps began to win. Wanda’s bent legs were slowly straightened out inch by inch she was spread open as the stirrups forced her to assume an embarrassing position. Almost as soon as her legs touched the stirrups more straps were deployed. Two inch thick rubber straps wrapped around both her legs at mid thigh they were tight and unforgiving. additional one inch straps wrapped around her legs above and below her knees the original ankle strap returned to its original form as a mundane 2 inch wide strap .Wanda now had very little movement in her legs she was naked and exposed and dreading what would come next.

Nothing happened for about 15 seconds, then the straps tightened again ankle thigh and at knee. Wanda felt her legs may as well have been welded to the stirrups. A strange mechanism moved next to Wanda’s foot. A frame extended from the stirrup it swung out Wanda didn’t want any thing next to her feet she tried to move her toes out of the way but it didn’t do her much good. Wanda felt a rubber loop over her big toe’s then a rubber plate was under her toes. Additional rubber clasps attached over each individual toe. Soon Wanda found her petite little feet were tightly clamped and she could barely wiggle them, all ten toes had a tight loop of rubber over the base. Then the metal apparatus moved again, her toes were forced back her feet were forced to arch it was as if Wanda was wearing extremely high heels. Wanda felt a strange bumpy rubber cylinder come to rest under the arch of her foot. It didn’t do anything but she didn’t like anything so close to her poor feet.

The bed made a terrible creaking sound then very slowly a sound like a motor started. Wanda felt the force on her legs building up, it was slow but irresistible they were being forced further apart. Wanda was already embarrassed by her current position to be this treatment furthered her embarrassment. Wanda felt every click as bit by bit her legs spread wide. Wanda tried to resist it but it was quite futile at this point. She was spread wide until her thighs were at there limit and her knees were touching the sides of the bed. Wanda’s legs were separated in a wide V it was quite uncomfortable. The stirrups then bent slowly at the knee bringing Wanda’s legs into a slightly more comfortable position. Wanda with her spread legs felt incredibly vulnerable. She was unable to control any part of her body, bit by bit any ability she had, to move or act was being taken from her.

The rubber cylinders beneath her feet began to turn, they moved very slowly. They were covered by lots of little bumps and ridges. The effect on Wanda’s poor feet was very ticklish. Wanda’s feet were locked in such a way that she could not pull away from the rollers. No matter how hard she was trying and she was trying very hard. The stimulation was unwelcome soon the cylinders began to pick up the pace. Wanda giggled into her gag, tears were running down her cheeks she was struggling against the straps and the jacket for all she was worth but she couldn’t get her feet a millimetre further from the rollers. Wanda was very ticklish soon she collapsed onto the bed exhausted. The rollers stopped but they would start again at random.

More mist began to enter the room to swirl around it was in far greater quantities than Wanda had ever seen before. This worried Wanda something large was forming how much more was there left to do to her, she didn’t want to find out. The mist swirled around then began to form a solid mass. This time the mist formed at a point to the side of the hospital bed. The mist formed into a machine very quickly. The machine had a large base it had a set of pumps a large hose reel along the side were several canisters. Wanda looked at the canisters carefully there were four in total. One read concentrated soap solution. the next had concentrated ginger extract the next was ladled up as low temperature cleaning solution and the last cistern was red and ladled concentrated chilli sauce. The entire device looked very ominous. Wanda looked over at the device a large black plug about 8 ½ inches with a complex arrangement of cables trailing behind it extended from the machine it acted like a snake. Slowly it approached the bed. Wanda screamed into the gag and struggled against the straps. This achieved barely any noise and negligible movement. The plug inched closer.

The plug began to approach the cleft of her butt cheeks. Wanda struggled but she couldn’t get any leverage the horrible device got closer. Wanda could not see the plug over her own cleavage but she soon felt it. The tip of the plug was not small Wanda clenched her muscles for all she was worth. This slowed down the plug but didn’t stop it. bit by bit the lubricated tip forced its way inside her. After the first bit of the plug was home it didn’t take long for the rest of the plug to make itself comfortable. When the plug was all the way in it began to inflate. Wanda thrashed about against her restraints jiggling about. The plug in her ass continued growing inflating ,it finally stopping after what seemed an age - by this point it had become very uncomfortable. When the plug inside her had finished it felt enormous, a balloon the other side of her ass also inflated this trapping the plug in firmly, she was locked in a double seal.

Wanda lay there for a few seconds panting she was getting tired of struggling, any time she resisted it just made it worse for her. The mist began to form again this time it meant business. A lot of mist practically flooded into the room from unseen gaps the mist swirled then condensed into another device this device looked a lot like a vacuum cleaner crossed with a coat stand.

A Y shaped tube snaked out from the new machine. The tube ended in two connectors these moved closer to Wanda. In an instant Wanda knew what these were for she began to jiggle her chest moving her breasts out of the way of the tubes. This did not help her for long soon the tube emulated her movements than moved downwards, there were two clicking sounds as the tubes connected to the strange bra. The machine began to power up. For a few seconds it hummed then a motor started. Wanda felt the suction start, a vacuum pulled and tweaked at her nipples and massaged her poor breasts. The stimulation soon had an effect, Wanda felt her nipples getting hard that was bad worse she could feel herself getting aroused with desire she was completely embarrassed as there was no way to cover herself up.

There was a click from the first machine. Wanda looked back at the device a very large black plug about 10 ½ inches with a bundle of cables trailing behind it. Snaked out from the machine. This plug had two straps at the base and was ribbed along its length. The plug homed in on her pussy Wanda was already lubricated after being stimulated by the breast pump. Wanda made a half hearted effort to move her hips out of the way and clamp her legs shut. The tip of the plug pushed against her lips. The two straps at the base of the plug connected to either side of the waist of the straight jacket then they began to shorten. Inch by inch the plug disappeared into Wanda. She was at the point of welcoming it, soon the plug was drawn in all the way it had completely disappeared into her. A few seconds after that Wanda felt the plug expand stretching the accommodating woman. Wanda could feel herself close to coming, she was just on the point of relief, when the plug in her ass gave her a little electric shock deep down inside her. Wanda practically jumped out of her skin, she bit down hard on the gag pulled at her arm straps thrashed around as much as she could the mood was broken and she couldn’t get any relief.  

Wanda heard the sound of flowing water and a the enema machine sprang into life. The double seal was completely water tight. The tube that delivered the cleaning solution was clear. Wanda could see every bit of the warm soapy solution being delivered. Wanda was utterly humiliated as the solution was applied. Wanda struggled against the restraints like the proverbial mad woman but it did nothing. Then she was made to hold the solution for 10 minutes. Mercifully the tube that removed the results was opaque. Wanda thought it was over but a few seconds later the machine sprang to life again. Wanda watched the ginger extract travel down the pipe it was a florescent orange colour. Soon Wanda was full of ginger it began to itch she began to squirm she could feel her belly cramping the second solution was of a far larger volume than the first. The machine made Wanda hold the solution for 15 minutes before it finally gave her some relief , Wanda was panting into her gag when it was over.

Wanda suspected that she would have to endure all the different canisters before the machine would stop . She was correct, The machine began to do something strange first it began to hum like a fridge or an air conditioning unit. Then there was the sound of something dropping like a block of ice cracking. Next the machine made a sound like a blender. A strange blue solution was then pumped into Wanda. She could see it travel down the tube but was not prepared for what hit her. The solution was a mix of a powerful cleaning agent that worked at low temperature, ice cold water and crushed ice. The same technology that was used to poor an extra cold pint of beer was used by the machine to devastating effect. Wanda felt the cold spread through her belly through her flesh and muscles she definitely didn’t like it. She was well past the point of struggling. It didn’t stop until Wanda’s belly bulged, the straight jacket seemed designed to stretch in this way. The machine made her hold the solution for 20 minutes. Wanda was shivering when the machine began its last cycle. 

The last cycle was by far the worst. Wanda had eaten hot curries before she hadn’t liked them. The effect of the machine was far worse Wanda watched as inch by inch the thick syrupy solution made its way down the clear tube. It took about a minute for the concentrated chilli sauce to kick in. Wanda felt the burn and it didn’t go away. She began to sweat she began to itch she began to twitch her breathing was soon panting. she struggled for all she was worth propelled by adrenalin. The burn just got worse and worse. Wanda’s belly bulged larger than before she looked like she had an early pregnancy. The machine finally stopped the flow and let Wanda stew in her own juices. Finally after 30 minutes the machine allowed her some release.

Wanda was in a haze, the last assault on her mind and body had really drained her she had little left. The mist began to gather again it took its time. Wanda began to focus and snapped back into awareness. The mist seemed to react to this, it quickly moved it wrapped itself into a tube of black rubber and dropped next to Wanda’s head. The black rubber was a high necked posture collar. Wanda had been able to move her head. With a little bit of struggling she had been able to see what was going on around her. In a few short seconds that would be taken away. The collar moved quickly and efficiently soon closing around her neck. It was tall and ridged made of thick rubber it was tight but didn’t strangle, Wanda’s head was held arched back.

Wanda couldn’t move her neck she could only stare straight in front of her she could move her eye’s. Just out of the corner of her eyes Wanda could see the mist moving it was back to full strength and speed no nonsense. Something formed it looked like a large pump on a stand it had several canisters. The new machine extended a tube which attached to the centre of Wanda’s jaw breaking gag, the gags centre was hollow. Soon Wanda found it was a force feeding machine. She was given some cod liver oil some puréed broccoli then some mushy peas. Wanda hated everything but had to swallow the entire lot or choke as it hit the back of her mouth.

The mist appeared for the last time. It circled Wanda’s head for a second then twisted into a knot above her. In a second it had formed and a very basic Blind fold. The blind fold was a single rubber strap over two large rubber pads. Wanda couldn’t move her head out of the way as it dropped. The pads fitted exactly into Wanda’s eye sockets for a second she could see the edge of light around them then the strap tightened. The strap drove the pads deep into her eye sockets removing any view that Wanda had further isolating her. Wanda felt a presence for just a second then she felt the words whispered into her brain “wish granted” then it was gone. Wanda was alone she would never have to get out of bed again, the machines would ensure that.

The machines had stopped there assault on Wanda she began to drift off to sleep. Then she herd the click and felt the gust of air some one had walked into the room. There were Two nurses , there uniforms were short and tight they wore stiletto heels. One had a clip board which had sunny view asylum stencilled on the back. Michelle turned to her colleague Rachel. “This patient has been committed for life, she must have pissed someone off, she’s been proscribed the full treatment, absolutely everything on the books”.

Rachel looked at Wanda eyeing her chest “look at the padding on her, whoever secured her did a top notch job DOUBLE ULTRA LOCK DOWN with full feeding and waste cycles with sensory stimulus to prevent atrophy of limbs. They even set up the tazer plug to shock her if she ever comes close to climaxing, which will be a lot of the time with her set up.”

Michelle continued to look at Wanda “That’s a jaw breaker gag we got Kimmy the junior nurse to try one a week ago she’s still wearing it.” Both nurses giggled Michelle continued “Kimmy hasn’t been able to get it out you have to practically break someone’s jaw to remove one of those”. 

Michelle looked over the machines controls. “the feeding machine is set for every 8 hours every four is better , it is better on the quick delivery cycle”. Michelle continued “The rear plug isn’t inflated large enough” , soon it was. Michelle looked at the enema machine “a cycle every 12 hours that should be every 8 hours and the first cycle should be a higher volume”. Michelle looked at the sensory stimulator for the feet “it needs to be on twice as long and twice as fast a random program is best”. Michelle continued “lets work on that chest stimulator the intervals need to be higher longer and random also the clamps are a little lose”. Wanda could hear the two nurses she decided she wouldn’t get any sleep. Finally Michelle knelt down one hand griped Wanda’s breast the other griped her hair. Michelle whispered in Wanda’s ear “if you are a very good patient once every 3 or four months I will switch of the discipline plug and let you come once, maybe, now we are going to have some fun”. 

Wished for 3

It was a genie a girl dressed just like the one out of the old TV series, floating cross legged in front of her. Actually floating at least six inches of the floor no wire no stool no support. Jessica stared then shut her mouth she didn’t even realise it was open she tried not to look so surprised it did look like a prank but how would they pull it  off. one surprise puff of smoke and then the woman was there? Jessica’s mind reeled The Genie was blond with shoulder length straight fine hair, She had dainty little feet in cute red slippers that ended in a curled toe. She wore a pair of harem pants pink and silky that did nothing to hide a pair of shapely legs. She had a tight red belt that was wrapped around an impossibly small mid section the belt looked like it was reinforced in some way to be really tight. She wore a pink bra-jacket combo that barley hid any of her large cleavage as the woman breathed in and out Jessica had a hard time not to sit there and simply stare. The Genie’s hair was held in place by a gold clip ending in a not inconsiderable ruby, around her wrists were two almost ornamental gold bracers though the d rings handing from them and the little key holes left no doubt in her mind that they were the physical manifestation of the genie‘s bond to the old lamp. Her cute face was topped off by a mischievous grin, pale pink smoke wafted up from the lamp to just below where she floated. Jessica had knocked over the old lamp the then boom the genie was there.  Jessica saw the monthly rend demand on the table. Things were hard now that neither of her two friends had been around in a while in fact there stuff had been thrown out by the landlord if she had been a bit smarter she would have picked up where she got the lamp from, she said the first thing that came into her head “I wish I never had to pay rent again”. The genie smiled a mischievous grin, in fact it could be described as down right evil yet still very cute. 

Jessica heard “yes mistress I will put somewhere you never have to pay rent” Jessica, was a brunet pushing 6ft without shoes she had long legs she was very flexible. She spent a lot of time down at the gym both in yoga sessions and on the machines her body was toned especially her legs, she found herself standing in a white room. Padding beneath her feet she was only wearing a pair of pink panties no bra no socks nothing, she looked around the room was very intimidating each wall was like the last white clean but there was no escape, Jessica muttered under her breath dam Genie when I see her again.

A wide thick leather belt appeared around her middle it was made of a cream-colored leather which seemed to be reinforced with some kind of heavy stitching at the sides, with a locking hasp in her back.  This Belt was made exceedingly tight, and she heard the lock click shut. Jessica tugged on the belt it didn’t move that was ominous. If anything it reminded her of the belt that the genie wore. Then a wide cuff appeared on her right wrist it pulled itself tight against her wrist. The cuff was connected to her belt by a short strap, giving her hand some mobility, but not much. Scratching her nose was not an option. Jessica pulled for all she was worth and cursed quite loudly neither action had any positive affect. With a few seconds, her left wrist was similarly cuffed, then her ankles, connected to each other by another short strap. She was restrained tightly but not uncomfortably. “Ok genie not funny let me out now”.

She was surprised at how comfortable, the leather restraints were. Possibly because these were hospital restraints, and it stood to reason that patients needed restraining but needed to be comfortable they were padded on the inside lined with a soft thick fabric. Another belt-and-cuff set appeared, positioned on Jessica above the other one with the belt lock in front, and the cuffs in the back. A minute and three clicks later, her elbows were tightly cuffed to the belt in her back, tightening the straps connecting her wrists, which no longer had any slack at all. “You can’t be serious this is not a funny joke” she screamed at a blank wall. Before she realized how much tighter her restraints had become, Jessica felt her hands locked in mitts that made her fingers useless, one second she involuntarily flexed her hands then she found she was gripping a soft rubber ball in each hand then she found she could not release her hands as they were sheathed in tight leather that seemed to simply appear. All she could do was wave them like some kind of short wing stumps. She gritted her teeth and pulled there was even less give in her bondage.

But the restraints were not done. An oversize canvas jacket appeared like a straight jacket, except it had no arms. Instead of draping it around her like a regular jacket with the opening in front, it landed on her with the opening in the back, where multiple straps hung, obviously to close itself tightly down on her. Which is what it did, and very, very tightly before Jessica had a chance to protest or react. Here torso, arms and hands were now totally contained in this sort of over jacket, which was made even tighter as the crotch strap buckled in her back that would prevent Jessica from slipping out of its bottom opening the crotch strap was very wide and very tight. Jessica found herself folding into and dropping to her knees “curse the dam lamp and the dam genie” she muttered as she tried to find a more comfortable position with the jacket crotch strap.

Soon Jessica's legs were wrapped in two pieces of thick tight cream coloured textile, one above the knees, and one below. She saw the restraints and tried to evade them but by the time her mind registered they were already wrapping tightly about her. And, although they “only” closed with Velcro, there was so much of it along the 20-inch height of either wrap that, when Jessica tried to pull her legs apart, she found them to be immovably held together which didn’t help with the crotch strap. Wrapped she was, and wrapped she would remain any struggle futile any further wish unfulfilled! Yet she wasn't worried, because though she was completely immobilized, neither bonds nor the position were uncomfortable, she was sure that this was just a joke a hazing prank the genie had pulled on her new master but then where were her two friends it had been there apartment where this lamp must have come from had they made similar wishes about accommodation were they in cells adjacent to hers?

She saw two strange-looking objects float towards her, not only was she now immobilized to such a degree that she couldn't lift a limb in protest or avoidance, but strangely she didn't want to resist something was temporarily dampening her will to resist she realised that by the time she worked it out it would be gone. She let the first object fit around her throat, and tighten behind her, which prevented any further head movement. It was obviously some kind of posture collar again a cream colour. Next to her face, the second object positioned its self, a leather-looking contraption with lots of straps dangling from it, in front of her mouth.

She felt a strange reflex, she opened her mouth as wide as she could far wider than she thought possible, into her open mouth was promptly inserted what felt like the mouthpiece of a snorkel diving kit only far fatter. Her mind and reasoning instantly returned as it hit the back of her throat. Before she could try to spit it out, a strap behind the back of her head fastened keeping the mouthpiece in place. More straps fastened, with a leather panel covering the whole lower half of her face, and held the gag in place by a strap under her chin and two Y-shaped ones on either side of her nose the straps going over the top of her head to buckle to the one in the back. She tried to talk, but her mouth was now held closed and her lips sealed, the inside filled with the rubber snorkel. All she could do was growl into her Hannibal-Lecter device there was no way she could make any sort of wish in this sort of apparatus that would be in any way understandable. Something was inserted under the straps of her face gag and slipped down to cover her eyes. She had just been blindfolded Jessica fumed and chewed on her gag in frustration. She felt a force on her shoulders no one was there but she was being manpowered all the same, it almost felt like a woman’s hand forcing her on the floor mat, until she was lying down, as helpless as some piece of meat, and strangely liking it quite a bit she shook her head something was being done to her she did not enjoy this no matter what her body was feeling.

Just as she was trying to adjust to her new position, she heard a loud noise that startled her, and a series of noises that she couldn't make sense of. Before she could fully understand she felt something slipped over her head, which gradually tightened around it like a vice. This was a thick leather hood, and Jessica wasn't liking it one bit. The hood was applied without any regard for the underlying panel gag, which was pushed against Jessica's face much tighter than before; closing off any breathing other than through the nose holes. Jessica was struggling for all she was worth. but with her torso and arms inside the transport jacket and the two wraps around her legs, there wasn't much she could do except writhe and grunt and curse unintelligibly into the gag, which didn't get her very far when it came to stopping the onslaught which continued. Suddenly Jessica felt a spark between her legs suddenly she wanted the hood tighter and tighter it obliged at once lacing and tightening the hood all the way down her head to her neck had been completed, she felt the area between her legs warm up.

Jessica tried to shake the sensation out of her head there was something being forced onto her body to make her like it. Wasn’t there she could be turned on by this could she. Then she felt something slipped over her legs, then pelvis, then torso. Could she be put some kind of device, or garment? What was it called a sleep sack? She felt it go all the way up to her shoulders, then a zip from feet to neck, then a click. Well, it was maybe not so bad after all. As Before the same sensation she had endured over her head being gradually caught in vice when the hood was applied returned, but this time for her whole body. What she couldn't know, but only feel, was that the sack was lacing her tightly inside the restraint itself, removing any slack from the laces and applying tension to cover her body like a second skin. It took a while, maybe a couple of minutes, and Jessica could feel the extra layer of restriction, of tightness, of weight and heat. She was farther than ever from any kind of freedom or even movement of her own free will, she was getting more and more excited but had less and less she could do about it her mind was only offering up token thoughts of resistance. 7 leather straps were threaded through matching wide D-rings at various points of the sleep sack and buckled tightly, encircling her body in as many oppressive bonds. Feeling this sadistic overkill that further restricted her already highly constrained breathing, Jessica screamed in her gag in frustration she needed moor movement to be able to scratch that itch, but only a mild sound came from under her hood.

There was a creak of the padding as something settled next to her. Jessica heard the genie’s voice “poor poor mistress so tight and helpless and horny it’s just like being stuck in that little old lamp, Do you wish those restraints were just a little bit tighter?” Jessica tried to say something, the genie continued “I will take that as a yes”.

The wide leather belt around her middle became wider and tighter. The cuffs on her wrists got tighter and seemed to get wider, and then the cuffs on her ankles changed getting tighter but also pushing her feet into an end point position by some sort of protrusion. The belt-and-cuff around her elbows became tighter until her elbows touched. Jessica felt the mittens over her hands contract squeezing her fingers.
The transport jacket got so much tightly. Her torso was squeezed so tight her erect nipples being forced against the rough canvas further exciting them, the crotch strap pulled in tighter between her legs.

The wraps over Jessica's legs got tighter her legs they were squeezed together. The jackets crotch strap continued to get tighter. The posture collar got tighter and longer. The gag in her mouth expanded dramatically swelling, the straps holding it in place got tighter the blindfolded seemed to get thicker and tighter. The crotch strap got tighter still, she was still liking the stimulation quite a lot, she screamed into her gag what was wrong with her?

The leather hood was getting tighter she felt the area between her legs warming up she just needed a little more stimulation. She felt the sleep sack get tighter over her whole body. It took its sweet time she was still getting more and more excited. The crotch strap was still working its way deeper between her legs. The seven leather straps around her cocoon were also getting tighter and wider. Jessica moaned into her mouth stuffing gag in frustration she couldn’t physically move at all her limbs were held tightly in place. The crotch strap suddenly started to become wider and pull deeper between her legs there was an explosion Jessica had never had an experience like it in her life she felt herself exhausted and exhilarated at the same time she was blacking out going to sleep.

Jessica awoke from the blackness she found herself to be as tightly restrained as before. She heard the genie’s voice “mistress is so tightly bound and helpless she needs to be taken care of” Jessica tried to say get me the hell out of this thing, then I wish I was free and you were in this restraint but it couldn’t be heard, the genie ran a hand along the sleep sack The laces, zip and the seam at the back of the sleep sack disappeared leaving an unbroken stretch of leather. The laces at the back of the hood disappeared as well as the seam. 

The wide leather belt around her middle became one continues circle of leather no way to release it the same became true of the cuffs around her wrists. A few seconds later the same thing happened to the straps holding her elbows together. The mittens on her hands became permanent fixtures. The transport jacket changed the straps at the back disappeared it was one continues sheet of canvas. The buckle on the crotch strap disappeared leaving a tight band of fabric joined on the jacket front to back. The wraps around her legs became continues sheets no Velcro no openings. The opening on the posture collar disappeared leaving it as a tight circle of leather. The buckles on the straps on the gag under the hood disappeared keeping the stuffing gag in place. The 7 leather straps that were threaded through matching D-rings at various points of the sleep sack, became continues tight circles of leather. “Poor mistress no poor misguided soul can accidentally let you out of your tight imprisonment you get to stay nice and snug”.

The genie clicked her fingers her harem outfit changed becoming a very sexy nurse’s uniform. She had a very short white skirt that barely covered anything it seemed to be made of rubber and moulded to her wiggling bottom. The genie balanced effortlessly on, 5 1/2 inch white strappy stilettos her little feet arching up making her legs look longer she was practically on tip toe, yet balanced easily on the springy padding on the floor of the cell. She had white stockings that seemed to have an unnatural sensual sheen to them they attached to a suspender belt that went up to just below the skirt. The genie had a very tight white top on it was seemingly also made of rubber her cleavage struggled against the fabric for release her body screamed sensuality. She wore a tight pair of elbow length white rubber gloves over her dainty hands. The genie wore a tight wide black belt that was four inches high and closer to a waist clincher to emphasise her curves. Her hair was pulled back and she was topped off with a little rubber nurses cap. She had a name badge proclaiming her as nurse Genie. 

Nurse genie ran one rubber covered finger down the side of Jessica’s hood Jessica whimpered into her gag “Poor mistress made a silly wish now she’s all tied up, it looks like Genie will have to take care of her from now on”. “Genie will have to keep mistress tightly gagged at all times to make sure she cant make any more silly wishes and make things worse for herself”. The genie clicked her fingers, the gag in Jessica’s mouth expanded further muting her whimpering. The genie continued “Genie will take care of mistress, when she is hungry genie will force feed her. When mistress is Horney genie will make her come, when mistress is bad and thinks of escape genie will spank her and cane her till she stops thinking such naughty thoughts.” The genie continued “It is for mistress‘s own good she has to be tied down tightly at all times so she cant get into trouble”. The genie began to slowly stroke Jessica’s cocoon thinking of all the little games she would play with her mistress. 

“Poor mistress Genie sealed you away in that nice tight sheath but you have needs” Jessica thought she might have a bit of a reprieve. The nurse Genie continued “you need a nice deep cleansing enema. A few hours with some nice hot soapy water should have mistress nice and clean on the inside wont that be lovely” the Genie whispered with an evil grin clicking her fingers. Jessica felt an expanding rubber plug suddenly form between her buttocks wedging uncomfortably into her ass. Hot soapy water began to flow into her body she started to struggle feverishly against the cocoon on the outside a minimal amount of shaking could be seen as well as a faint muffled noise slowly the cocoon changed shape to show Jessica’s round belly bulging threw. The genie began to stroke her stomach “a few hours of gentle massage should have mistress nice and relaxed won’t that be lovely”? Jessica screamed muffled protests into her gag as the massage commenced.