"The Outfit"

The civilization had died over 3000 years ago. They were a very exotic and erotic people. The artifacts

that were
discovered were incredible, and Lori couldn't help but be a little curious. No one was allowed to handle

any of the
artifacts until they could be inspected, but she just had to examine something which had been on her mind

all day. She
entered the cargo area and immediately found what she was looking for, since she had placed it there

earlier. It was
late, and nobody saw her take the box back to her quarters.

The box was a mystery to the others, but not to Lori. They spent hours trying to open the box, and used

every device
available to do so, but had no luck. It was made of a strong material that wasn't in the least bit damaged,

even after all
the attempts to break it open. Lori slid a complex looking key out of her pocket and inserted it into a

hidden slot on the
box.

She found the key 2 weeks ago, and kept it as a souvenir -- not even knowing it was a key. As she was

inspecting the
box earlier today, she accidentally discovered a hidden opening. A small plate slid to expose a keyhole

when the
proper pressure was applied to other areas of the box. The chances were incredibly slim that she found the

keyhole, but
it had happened. She knew now that she had found a key 2 weeks ago, and that it belonged to this box,

because its
shape matched that of he keyhole. The key was about 5" long, and slid smoothly into the slot. It clicked,

and Lori turned
the key. The box clicked again, but still wouldn't open. She turned the key further, and after the 3rd

click the key
wouldn't turn any further. She then tried to lift the top of the box, and it opened. It was heavy, and she

had to use both
hands to lift it off. She couldn't believe what she found. Clothing! Why someone went through so much

trouble to lock
up clothing was beyond her. It was made of a silvery black, very shiny material. The clothing was

appropriate for the
people; it was very erotic.

There was a long corset which went from the hips all the way up over the breasts, with a wide corset choker

attached to
it from the back, a pair of shoulder length gloves with heavy boning, and a pair of thigh length boots with

heels around
5 inches high. She had never seen anything quite like this, and spent an hour inspecting every inch of the

clothing. It
looked as if it were made from the inside, because what very few seams there were existed only on the

inside. It was
smooth and slick on the inside as well as the outside, and very heavy. She slid her hand down into one of

the boots, and
it was smooth and slick as far as she could reach -- to the tip of the very short pointed toe. The outfit

looked as if it had
never been worn, since the bottoms of the boots were not even scratched.

Finally, she couldn't control herself and had to try the clothing on. She stripped completely and picked up

the corset. It
was shaped like an hourglass, so small in the middle that she knew she would never be able to get into it.

To make it
more difficult, it needed to be closed from behind. She placed it on herself where it should be, and the

attached choker
around her neck, but couldn't come close to getting the opening around her waist to close shut. The corset

was at least
6 inches too small for her to close, even when she used all her strength trying to pull it shut. She sat

down and slid one
of the boots onto her foot. To her surprise, her bare foot slid easily into the boot. It was a little snug,

and the toes were
extremely tight and pointed. She slid the other boot on and stood up. The heels were quite high for her

size, 6 feet, but
she was able to stand. They were snug, heavily boned inside, and felt very well built. She then slid the

gloves on, and
they went up to her shoulders. The clothing was pretty restrictive, and she couldn't imagine what it would

be like if the
corset were closed. It must have been made for someone with her similar size, except for the waist. The

corset was very
small. She could walk, to her surprise, but the high heels made it difficult. The material squeaked

slightly like leather,
and the stiletto heels clicked when she walked, but they weren't slick on the floor like other high heels.

She stood and
looked at herself in the mirror, shocked. Never had she worn anything like this. It made her look

incredibly erotic, and
the heels were higher than any she had ever worn. They made her legs look incredible, and her feet look

small. She
tried to stand higher on her toes, but the heels lifted only a fraction. These were as high as she could

possibly ever
wear.

As she stood and looked in the mirror, she noticed that there was something remaining in the corner of the

box. It was a
small disk about the size and shape of a dime. She picked it up and held it in her gloved hand, and noticed

a barely
visible button on one side. She squeezed the disk, and upon doing so it clicked and the corset contracted

around her
waist and locked shut. The choker did the same around her neck. The boots tightened around her ankles, and

also
above and below her knees. The toes of the boots tightened as well. The gloves tightened around her wrists,

as well as
above and below her elbows, and became snug around her hands. She almost fell down with the shock.

After she regained her balance, she walked back to the mirror and noticed how small her waist was. The

corset was so
tight that she could hardly breathe, and walking was a whole new experience. The tops of the boots and

gloves were
now very snug against her skin. The corset felt like a second skin, as did the boots and gloves near the

top. She reached
around her tiny waist and tried pulling the corset open, but it was locked shut, and very tight. Lori

frantically pushed the
button again and the clothing released to its original position. The corset made a loud pop, similar to a

balloon
exploding, and nearly flew off with all the tension suddenly being released. She sighed with relief and

held the silver
disk closer to looked it over carefully, noticing it was very flat and very slick. She noticed how slippery

the disk felt in
her gloved hand, and was almost difficult to hold. It was obviously a locking mechanism for the clothes.

Lori wondered
why it was necessary to lock the clothing on to the wearer, but remembered that the people were very

erotic. A push of
the button and the clothes locked tight again. She walked back to the mirror and couldn't help but be

aroused by her
own appearance. It was a very provocative outfit, and the designers definitely had that in mind. In the

very top of the
corset in the middle was a barely visible pocket, and must be intended for the disk. She slid it into the

pocket, and it fit
perfectly. The outfit thrilled her, and Lori knew she had to have it. She walked over to the table and

removed the disk.
The box would have to be returned, but she would keep the outfit. She placed the disk on the table and

walked back to
the box. When she was about 10 feet away from the disk, the clothing unlocked. The corset loudly snapped

open and
made Lori jump. A safety measure, she thought. If the disk were lost, the wearer would be able to remove

the outfit.
Logical, since it was probably made of that indestructible material -- similar to the box, and if the

wearer were to lose
the disk, it would be impossible to remove the clothing. Even the people who made these items couldn't

damage the
material, Lori thought. How interesting. Lori sat down and removed the corset. Then the gloves, which were

fairly snug.
She then pulled the boots off with difficulty. The clothing was intoxicating, and she didn't want to remove

it, but she had
to return the box to the cargo area. She picked up the lid and placed it back on the box, and turned the

key in the
opposite direction. The box clicked 3 times, and the key slid back out. Nobody would know the contents were

missing.

The halls were still empty and she no difficulty carrying the box back to the cargo area. She returned the

box to its
original position and quickly returned to her quarters. It was getting late, and she needed to be getting

some sleep.

The night seemed to last forever, and Lori didn't sleep well. When the morning finally arrived, she packed

her
belongings. The mission was complete, and she was finally heading home. She left her quarters and was met

by Roger,
one of the other archaeologists. "You look nice today! Heading home?", he asked. "Yes. It was exciting, and

I'm glad I
was chosen to go, but I'm glad to be back. How's it going with the stuff we recovered?" "Well, we've been

trying to
analyze the material that everything we have found is made of, but haven't had any luck. It's completely

indestructible.
Even a plasma torch wouldn't do anything. If getting it the same temperature as the sun doesn't work,

nothing will. I just
wish I knew how they made it. All the stuff seems to be made of the same material, too. There's even a tarp

of some
kind that has the same characteristics, but it's flexible. I wonder how they did it? There is absolutely

nothing that can
damage it." "That's interesting. I wouldn't mind having a few things made out of that material!", Lori

replied. She had a
few things now, she thought. "Me, too. Everything would last forever, which explains why it's the only

thing remaining of
the people." "Well, good luck with everything! I need to be going. I'll be keeping an eye on the media for

the results of
the find.", Lori said as she walked to the exit, full of excitement. "Ok. Thanks for everything! Take

care.", he replied as
he continued on his way.

Lori returned to her apartment 4 hours later and unpacked. She was tired from the drive, and from not

getting much
sleep last night, so she relaxed on the bed and fell asleep for a few hours.

There were a few things she needed to get done that day, and she felt much better after the nap. Shopping

needed to
be done, so she got up and made a list. The outfit was on her mind, and a crazy idea entered her head. She

opened the
bottom drawer of her dresser where she had put the outfit earlier and removed it from the drawer. It was

calling to her,
and she couldn't refuse. She removed her clothes and was about ready to put on the outfit when an idea

occurred to
her. A pair of nylons would sure be nice to wear under the boots to help them slide off easier, so she got

a black pair
out of another drawer and pulled them on her legs. The boots slid on easily and felt much less

uncomfortable in the
toes. Lori placed the corset around her waist and neck. The gloves she could do without, Lori thought. She

slid the disk
out of the corset and pushed the button, but nothing happened. She pushed it again, but the clothing didn't

lock shut.
"What's the matter?", she said, and looked at the gloves still lying on the bed. She slid her hands into

the gloves, and
pulled them up to her shoulders, and pushed the button. The clothes locked on. The locking mechanism

obviously
wouldn't work unless the entire outfit was worn. She became more intrigued, and aroused. A pair of jeans

and a
long-sleeved shirt left only the bottom of her boots, her gloved hands and the top of her choker showing.

Her jeans were
way too big, since the corset took at least 6 inches from her waist, so she found her tightest pair and a

belt. They were
still a little baggy, but the belt made them look acceptable. "This is going to be fun!", she said as she

put the disk into
her corset and walked out the door.

The malls and stores were crowded, but she still had fun in her new outfit. The tightness of her corset

caused her to
walk with a sway, and the 5 inch heels compounded her difficulty walking, but she felt wonderful. She

wanted to shop
all day, but her feet were killing her. The corset was very tight and hurt her waist and back as well, so

she decided to go
home. Upon entering her apartment, she set her bags down and went into her bedroom. The disk was safe in

her corset,
and slid out when she reached for it. She pressed the button and the corset exploded open loudly, causing

her to fall
back onto her bed. Her entire mid-section hurt for a few minutes, then passed. She had been wearing the

outfit for over
5 hours. The gloves were snug but slid off after struggling with them for a few minutes. The boots slid off

easily, and she
sighed with relief when her feet were finally free of the tight pointed toes and stiletto heels. She sat

and rubbed her feet
for about 10 minutes, wondering how anyone could possibly stand wearing the boots for any period of time.

They forced
her toes into a short point, and she wanted to slide her feet out of them earlier, but it was impossible

without unlocking
the entire outfit. Although she had walked miles on pavement, the bottoms of the boots weren't even

scratched. The
clothing was obviously made of the same indestructible material. When she stood up, she had to get used to

not being
in the stilettos and the corset -- and the forced sway. After about an hour, she felt normal again.

Every time she left her apartment, Lori wore the outfit. She devised many cover-up outfits to disguise the

outfit, and she
found herself getting out and doing things a lot more often now. Even going out and taking long walks for

hours at a
time. Lori tried to wear the boots alone many times, but she found that her feet would hurt immediately if

the boots
weren't locked. The balls of her feet would hurt a lot, so she bought some gel cushion inserts designed to

relieve high
heel pain which helped considerably. They fit in the toe box of the boots, but not very well since the toes

of these boots
were so short and pointed. When she used the gel inserts, they would squeeze tightly against the balls of

her feet when
the clothing was locked. Walking felt soft. Her toes still hurt all the time though, since nothing could

change the short
and pointed toes of the boots. The gloves could be worn alone with no problems. Amazingly, the gloves and

boots were
warm and kept out all water, but Lori never got too hot while wearing the outfit. She wanted to wear the

outfit always,
but after long periods of time her feet and waist would begin to hurt -- intensely if she ignored it -- so

she was forced to
remove the outfit upon returning home. Many times she tested the strength of the outfit. She tried removing

the gloves
and the boots without unlocking them, but never had any luck no matter how hard she tried. The same was

true for the
corset. No matter how hard she pulled at the corset to open, it wouldn't open. Lori was convinced that

there was nothing
anywhere which could unlock the outfit from her body except for the disk.

Lori returned home one evening after being out most of the day, and the outfit wasn't bothering her too

much, so she
left it on after taking off her cover-up clothes. Never had she gone so long in the outfit; 10 hours had

passed since she
put it on. She later got ready for bed, and was still wearing the outfit, so she crawled into bed, still

wearing it. It had
never crossed her mind to wear it to bed, and the idea excited her for some reason. She turned out the

lights and
immediately fell asleep.

Lori woke up around 3am with severe pain in her chest. She knew she would have to remove the corset, so she

turned
on the light and got out of bed. When she stood up, the pain lessened. She rubbed her waist with her gloved

hands for a
few minutes as the material squeaked like leather. The pain faded and her chest felt much better. As she

began walking
around the apartment, her back cracked a few times, then she felt fine. Upon returning to her room, she

felt very little
pain, so she turned off the light and crawled back into bed and fell asleep.

The next morning she woke and got out of bed. The outfit was still on her body, and she had forgotten that

she was
even wearing it until she rolled out of bed and her stiletto heels met the floor. It thrilled her that she

went so long
without removing the outfit, and she became extremely aroused. She felt the corset with her hand and rubbed

her
chest. It excited her immensely. She placed her hand below the corset and began rubbing herself, and fell

back onto
the bed. The excitement was incredible. She breathed heavily and rubbed herself between her legs, harder

and harder.
Her gloved hand slid smoothly on her nylons, and an orgasm exploded -- lasting 20 minutes as she continued

to rub
herself. She lied on her bed for an hour, recovering, and thinking about what just happened. Nothing like

this ever
turned her on so much, and she was in heaven.

The day passed, and the outfit was still locked onto her body. She was tempted to wear it to bed again, but

thought she
had better remove it since she had been wearing it for over a day and a half. The disk was still in the

corset, and she
slid it out and pressed the button. The corset loudly snapped open, and everything unlocked from her body.

This time,
the pain in her chest was unbearable, and she wrapped her arms around her chest and waist trying to relieve

the pain,
but it wouldn't stop. She squeezed the disk again and the clothing locked shut. The pain slowly faded away.

Lori sat on
her bed, breathing heavily, rubbing her waist, and wondering what she was going to do. She knew that she

couldn't
leave it on. After rubbing her waist and chest for about 20 minutes, she tried again, and pushed the

button. The corset
snapped open and her chest exploded with pain. She screamed and tried to relieve the pain, but it got

worse. The disk
fell out of her hand and onto the floor. She tried to bend down, but the pain was unbearable. She lifted

her foot and
used the high heel on her boot to push the button. She stood on the disk and it clicked. The corset locked

shut, and the
pain slowly faded away once again. Lori picked up the disk and put it into her corset pocket. Her chest was

still a little
sore, so she rubbed it for a while before crawling into bed. She lied there, thinking about the outfit on

her body, and
what she was going to do, and finally fell asleep.

The morning arrived, and Lori crawled out of bed. Nothing woke her up last night, and the corset was still

locked tightly
around her waist. She placed her gloved hands on her waist, and realized that she could almost close her

thumb and
middle finger completely around her waist. It had gotten tighter over night. The distance between her

fingers around
the corset was at least an inch smaller. This began to frighten her, and she knew she had to get the corset

off. Her feet
hurt, so she rubbed them through the boots, and the pain faded. She had to try again, and had an idea. She

walked into
the living room and removed the disk from her corset, placing it on the table. Then she quickly ran towards

her
bedroom as fast as her stilettos would take her, and the corset snapped open loudly as she fell onto her

bed.

She lay there squeezing her chest, rolling around on her bed screaming, as the pain exploded through her.

The disk
was in the other room, and it was impossible to get to it in her state of pain. All she could do was stay

on her bed and
fight the pain. After about 10 minutes, it slowly started to fade, but she was still in a lot of pain. She

continued rubbing
her chest, and after about an hour she could sit up. Even thought she still hurt, she was relieved to

finally be free and
pulled the corset from her body. Lori pulled the gloves and managed to work them off her arms. Then she

slid the boots
off her feet, and they immediately began to hurt, but it was nothing compared to the pain earlier, and it

faded in a few
minutes. She rubbed her feet for a while then stood up. Her calves were stiff from being in the stiletto

boots for so long,
so she had to walk on her toes until she could stretch her calves better. Her back cracked every few steps

for about an
hour, and she sighed with relief with each crack. She returned to her room, sat down and peeled off her

nylons. They
were damp from being sealed between her legs and the boots. She fell back on her bed and fell asleep,

relaxed.

The outfit and the people who designed it were on Lori's mind. She decided to make a call to Roger at the

lab to see if
he had any news. In her purse she found the number of the lab, and made the call.

"Hello Roger! It's Lori. How's everything?", she asked. "Hello there! Everything's going well. We're slowly

figuring out a
few things, but most of it is still a mystery. We've been working nonstop trying to analyze that material,

but have pretty
much given up on it. A friend of mine in the nuclear testing area tried a few things with it as well. He

placed one of the
smaller artifacts in a reaction chamber and exposed it to both a fission and a fusion reaction. The

artifact wasn't
damaged at all. It's incredible. Also, the material has some other strange characteristics. The tarp we

found was
unintentionally left covering a fallen leaf from a plant in one of the labs. When we discovered the leaf

under the tarp,
we found that the leaf didn't age. The other fallen leaves were all old and dried up, but this leaf looked

as if it had just
fallen. With further testing, it was discovered that the material prevents aging and growth of new cells.

This stuff is
incredible. And remember that box that we couldn't open? Well, one of the guys found some sort of keyhole

in a well
hidden compartment. We can't find any key, but a small section of the lid to the box slid off when he tried

to pick the
lock. It exposed some strange pictures and writing. The pictures are of a beautiful woman holding a coin.

Quite strange,
really."

Lori swallowed hard. "What does the woman look like? What is she wearing?", she tried to ask calmly. "I'm

not sure
what she's wearing really. Her waist is very small though, and she's wearing really high heels. We're

trying to figure out
the writing and have had pretty good luck with it. We think it's about the coin, and being in total

control. It mentions that
something is completely impossible without the coin, and the word `impossible' is heavily stressed. It

seems pretty
meaningless really. It probably means that you can't have women if you don't have money.", he chuckled.

Lori took a deep breath. She knew what it all meant. "Wow. That is bizarre. I'd like to know what else you

find out.
Maybe I'll call back in a few weeks." "That would be great. We should have more answers by then. It was

great hearing
from you. I'll talk to you in a few weeks then. Bye!", he replied. "Goodbye.", she said as she hung up the

phone.

Lori sat and thought about the conversation she just had. Being locked into the outfit, and at the mercy of

another
person to remove it. At least they designed the outfit such that it couldn't be accidentally locked on for

life. And the
material prevented anything from aging. That explained why there was no odor when she wore the outfit for

long
periods of time, and her nylons never wore out. Her fingernails weren't growing much lately, either. It

must be the
gloves which are responsible, since they were being worn so much. Her waist was beginning to take the shape

of the
corset. Since the corset was getting smaller, it must be automatically maintaining a constant tightness

around her waist
since her waist was getting smaller. She thought of how terrible it would be to be unable to remove the

outfit. The
words 'impossible' stuck in her mind. It meant that the people created the outfit such that is was

completely impossible
to remove without the disk. Lori shuddered at the thought.

Lori didn't want to think about the outfit; it scared her. All she could imagine was how powerful it was.

They were a
strange people, and probably destroyed themselves.

She went 2 weeks without wearing it, but was getting anxious. She almost felt naked without it, and even

felt
uncomfortable without the heels. Her feet had already began taking the shape of the boots -- the short

pointed toe and
the high arch. She had to see the outfit and feel it again. The more she thought about it, the more excited

she became.
Feelings of arousal were stirring within her, and the pleasure it had brought her. She couldn't resist any

longer.

It was in the bottom drawer of her dresser, as gorgeous as the day she first had seen it. She removed the

outfit from the
drawer and set it on her bed. There still wasn't any sign of wear. The locking mechanism was such a

mystery, and she
looked at the opening on the corset trying to see how it locked shut, but had no clue. She rubbed her hand

across the
corset, along the outside, then the inside, and held it against her chest. Her breathing became heavy, and

she
unbuttoned her shirt and jeans. She removed her shirt and slid her jeans off, and held the corset against

her bare chest.
It felt intoxicating, and she sighed loudly. In the top drawer were a pair of new black nylons, and she

quickly grabbed
them and pulled them up her legs. She slid the boots on and up to her thighs, and rubbed her hands down the

shaft of
the boots, stopping at the stiletto heels. She stood up and took a few steps in the boots. At first, she

used to have
difficulty walking in the high heels, but after hours and hours, day after day, and with the help from the

inserts she got
used to it. The corset was next, as she picked it up and put it around her chest. She was getting so

excited that she had
forgotten about the fear and pain it had caused. The gloves slid up her arms up to her shoulders, and her

breathing and
heart rate were racing. She slid her hand down the front of her corset, and slowly rubbed herself between

her legs. Her
breathing increased as she began losing control of herself. She worked the disk out of her corset and

pressed it, and the
outfit instantly locked tightly onto her body. She screamed with excitement when the outfit locked shut and

rubbed
herself faster. She dropped the disk and fell onto her bed, climaxing, rubbing herself faster. The

contractions lasted
about a half hour as she continued rubbing herself, then slowly stopped.

Lori lay there relaxing, fully content. She would wear the outfit again, but would remove it at the end of

each day. The
same mistake wouldn't be made again. The disk was on the floor somewhere, so she began searching for it. It

was near
the dresser, and she picked it up and put it into her corset.

Lori spent the entire day in the outfit, and had a wonderful time. The forced sway of her walk, the sound

the outfit made
as she walked, the sound of her high heels -- just the feel of the outfit excited her. Her waist was so

small -- smaller than
ever before -- and she looked gorgeous. She felt the tight corset with her hands, coming to realize how

strong it really
was, and how it felt to have an indestructible device locked so tightly around her waist. It was getting

tighter. The outfit
would never wear out.

Her feet hurt that evening, as did her chest, so she would definitely take the outfit off. She slid the

disk from her corset
and squeezed it. The corset exploded open, and the gloves and boots loosened. The shock of the corset

exploding open
was something she would never get used to. She rubbed her chest a little, noticing the shape of the corset

that it was
taking, as she sat to remove her boots. Just as she was about to pull them off the phone rang. She stood up

and ran to
the phone, dropping the disk on the way, but the phone stopped after 1 ring. She turned around and bent

down to pick
up the disk in the middle of the floor. As she walked back to her room, she stumbled slightly and the disk

slid between
her gloved fingers. She grabbed for the disk as it fell, and knocked it into her right boot. Her hand went

after the disk,
but she could feel the disk slide down between her nylon'd leg and the boot. It slid smoothly past her

calf, down her
ankle, and hit the surface of the boot where the heel of her foot rested. Then it slid down under her arch

and stopped
under the ball of her foot, between her foot and the gel insert. She carefully lifted her foot and the disk

slid further into
the pointed toe of the boot. The tip of her toe was barely touching the disk, and it was stuck in front of

the gel insert.
Standing only on 1 foot, she lost her balance and used her right foot to regain stability. Her toe pressed

harder against
the disk, and it clicked. The toe tightened and pulled the disk away from her toe and into the front of the

boot, and the
clothing locked onto her body.

"No!", she screamed as she fell to the ground and pulled on the right boot to remove it, but it was locked

tight onto her
foot. She pulled harder, with all her strength, but it didn't budge. Her heart was racing as she continued

pulling,
screaming with fear. Many times in the past she tried removing the boots without the disk, but gave up

because she
knew it couldn't be done. The boots could never be removed without the disk, and Lori knew that. She stood

up and
tried shifting her weight to activate the disk, but couldn't even feel the disk anymore. Next she began

kicking her heel
downward to knock the disk loose, but she still couldn't feel the disk. It was tightly locked into the

pointed toe of the
boot where it would stay. She tried pulling the gloves off, but they were locked on tight as well. She

reached around
her back with both hands and tried to pull the corset open, but she could hardly get her gloved fingers

between the
corset and her skin. After working her fingers under the corset, she pulled as hard as she could. It didn't

move at all. She
tried to peel the gloves from her arms again, but they were locked around her elbows and couldn't be slid

off.

She sat down and shook. She was terrified. There was nothing that could remove the outfit from her body

except for the
disk, and it was locked tightly in the boot where it could never be activated. The distance between the

disk and the
outfit would never exceed a few feet -- not nearly the 10 foot required for the safety to unlock the

outfit. She tried again
to move her toes and feel the disk, but it was no use. It was too tight to feel anything, and the disk was

gone.

Lori sat for over an hour, trying to accept what had just happened. Fear ran through her body, and she was

in a state of
total shock. She ran her gloved hands across her tight corset, then down her boots. Her body shook because

she knew
she was locked into the outfit for life.

Lori didn't get much sleep that evening. Most of the night she was awake, trying to accept what had just

happened. It
was still hard to believe, and to accept -- she could never remove the outfit. She moved her toes and felt

the slick
surface of the gel insert, but no disk. Finally, she fell asleep.

The next few nights went the same way, and she was getting sore. Her back, chest and feet all hurt. The

corset never
felt loose; it was constantly tightening as her waist became smaller. It sounded and felt like pavement

when she
knocked on the corset with her knuckles, and was just as hard since it was so tight.

A few months passed, and Lori was beginning to adjust to the outfit. Her waist was now only 22" around.

Living in 5"
heels was easier, but her feet still hurt a lot, though the gel inserts made it less painful. There was

still no visible wear
on the boots, and the bottoms were still not scratched.

When she took showers, the water ran off the material of the clothing leaving it completely dry at all

times. She cut her
nylons off where they met the top of the boots. The boots were slowly getting smaller as well. The whole

outfit was
designed to maintain a constant tightness, and when the wearer adjusted, the outfit adjusted as well. The

toes were
getting shorter and more pointed, and the whole front of the foot was being forced back towards the heel so

the heels
felt as if they were getting higher. The only things that weren't getting smaller were the gloves, but they

were still quite
snug.

Many months passed, and Lori opened an erotic clothing store. It was necessary to explain why she dressed

the way
she did. She would add a few items to give the impression that her outfit changed.

Over 3 years had passed since Lori was locked into the outfit, and there was still not a single indication

of wear. It was
part of her life now, and she accepted it. The corset finally stopped contracting when her waist reached

20", but it was
still always tight.

It had been a long day, and Lori didn't get much sleep the past few nights due to working late and getting

up early. She
was getting ready for bed and entering her bedroom when her heel caught the carpet, causing her to fall

hard onto the
floor. Her foot hit hard against the dresser. She stood up and stumbled to her bed, and rubbed her foot. It

felt sore, but
she was able to walk. After she crawled into bed, she moved her toes and felt something strange in her

boot. It was
something loose in the toe. It was the disk! The fall against the dresser must have knocked it loose. Since

the toes of the
boots were getting smaller over the years, the disk must have become loosened and the jolt was enough to

set it free.
Lori lifted her legs out of bed and sat on the edge of her bed. She tapped her heel on the floor as she

raised the front of
the boot, and the disk slid below her toes. She slowly forced her toes against the disk and it clicked. The

corset popped
open loudly, and the clothing unlocked from her body. Lori fell back on her bed as excruciating pain filled

her chest
and feet. After 5 minutes, she passed out.

Lori woke up, 4 hours later, with intense pain in her chest and feet, but not like earlier. She lay there,

rubbing her chest
and felt the opening in the back of the corset. It wasn't a dream! It was unlocked! She sat up and removed

the corset
slowly, as the pain shot through her body. Her waist was so small it scared her, but she was free of the

corset. She slid
the boots off and her feet throbbed. They were a lot smaller, and her toes were pointed towards the middle

of her foot.
The gloves took about 10 minutes to remove, and her hands looked unchanged. Her fingernails hadn't grown.

The disk
fell out of the right boot onto the floor.

After an hour of trying to relieve her pain, she stood up and found herself unable to flatten her foot. The

stilettos
changed her ankles and calves such that she couldn't walk. She found a box of 5" heels from the store and

slid them on
her feet. Size 6 didn't fit; they were too big, so she found the smallest size -- size 5 -- and found them

to fit perfectly.

Lori picked up the disk and held it for a few minutes. Never did she think she would be holding the disk

again, as she
slid it back into the corset and placed the outfit back into the bottom drawer. She knew it would come back

to haunt her
again.

It had been 5 months since she was free of the outfit, but was still unable to walk without 5" heels. She

was quite used
to the heels, so they didn't bother her anymore. At least she could take them off now, and that was enough.

Her waist
was 22", and would stay at that measurement. She thought about the outfit a lot, and was getting very

anxious about it.
One day, she gave in to temptation. Lori opened the bottom drawer and removed the outfit. She had no

control of
herself. She undressed down to a pair of nylons, and held the outfit to her body. For over 3 years she was

locked into
the outfit, and still it excited her. She brought the outfit with her to her bed and sat down. The boots

were first to go on.
They slid up her legs smoothly over the nylons, and were still snug in the toe. The gel inserts were still

in the boots.
Then the gloves. They were always more difficult to wear, but she managed to work them up to her shoulders

where
they belonged. She held the heavy corset in her arms for a while then stood up, placing it around her waist

and neck.
There was still around 4" of space between the openings at her waist. She slid the disk out of her corset

and held it in
her gloved hand, teasing with the button, not sure if she would press it or not, applying a little more

pressure each time.
The disk clicked and the outfit locked tightly on her body. She could feel the boots tighten all over, the

gloves becoming
snug, and the corset squeezing her waist tighter and tighter. Her waist was smaller than ever, and she

could feel it. She
took a few steps, bringing back memories of when she wore the outfit -- how it forced her to walk a certain

way with a
certain sway. It felt wonderful, and she knew she wouldn't be able to ignore the outfit. She held the disk

for a few
minutes, then began to slide it into the pocket in her corset. As soon as she inserted the tip of the disk

in the pocket,
something seemed to grab hold of the disk and quickly pulled it into the pocket, making a sharp snapping

sound. Lori
quickly forced her finger into the pocket, but the disk wasn't there. It was drawn into the corset

somewhere. She
screamed, and pushed on the corset with her gloved hands trying to find the disk, but it wasn't anywhere.

"NO! NO!", she screamed as she tried pulling at the corset. It was locked. This time, the disk was locked

somewhere
intentionally. The outfit was designed to lock on permanently to the wearer when the time was right, and

that time was
now.