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This is my first attempt at writing a story. I have borrowed ideas from many stories that I have read on the net, but the overall idea is one that came from the gray matter between my ears. Ghost Mistress By xyzpdqus Chapter 1 Once upon a time... not really. I bought an old Victorian fixer-upper house. It was in an older part of town. The place was a firetrap. The attic and basement were filled with old newspapers and unsalvageable junk. As soon as I moved in, I started having dreams about a beautiful lady with auburn hair. She wore a tight-fitting leather corset and thigh-length boot. She was sitting in a high-backed chair like a queen. She had a riding crop in her hand. She would say to me, "Give yourself to me?" In the dream, I was completely naked and kneeling in front of her with my head down. I never answered her. This dream repeated almost every night. More than once, I woke up with stained sheets. That had not happened since I was in high school. After unpacking, the first thing I did was to start cleaning out all of the old junk in the attic and basement. There was a lot of it. At the back of the attic I found a very large old chest buried under a mountain of newspapers. The chest had a built in lock. It was too heavy to move by myself. I tried to pry the hasp of the lock open with the claw on my hammer, but it wouldn't budge. I eventually gave up on opening it. When I went to sleep that night, I had the same dream. This time she said, "Give yourself to me and I will tell you where the key is." To my surprise I said, "I give myself to you Mistress." "The key is on a nail in the rafters above the chest. Remember, you are now mine," she said. Her smile made me nervous. The dream ended there. I woke up the next morning, and remembered the dream. I was uncomfortable with the agreement I had given my Dream Mistress. I got up and made myself breakfast. I planned to spend the day cleaning out the basement and attic. I was nervous about finding the key and opening the chest. Instead of going straight to the chest, I went to work in the basement. I worked there until it was time for lunch. After lunch I thought that I was acting foolishly. I went up to the attic and started cleaning things out. I stayed out of the corner with the chest. As my stomach started to grumble about dinner, I finally got up the nerve to approach the chest. Sure enough, I found a key almost directly above the chest. I unlocked the chest, and it contained what looked like well preserved old clothes. The clothes were all neatly folded. I dug through the chest and found what looked like Victorian era dresses and under garments. There were quite a few cardboard boxes containing corsets, gloves, shoes and other miscellaneous items. At the bottom I found a large wooden box. I pulled the box out and found it contained a strange black dress, stockings, knee length high-heeled boots and a small black garment that was shaped like a ball-stretcher and penis sheath built into one. At the bottom of the box was a bottle that was labeled "Dr. Sym's Permanent Hair Removal Balm." The bottle looked like it came from the late 1800's, but the cork that capped it still held the contents securely. Upon closer examination, I discovered that the dress actually had a built-in corset, tight-fitting hood and what looked like a posture collar. The boots had laces that ran up the back instead of the front and the heels were very high. All of the garments seemed to be made out of a material that was part rubber and part leather, although they did not have a smell that would identify them as either. There were no tags or labels to indicate who had made then or how they were made. Since it was nearly dinnertime, I decided that I had done all of the work that I could for the day. I put all of the strange garments back into the small box and carried it downstairs so that I could take a closer look at the contents in better light. After sweating in the attic and basement all day, I decided to take a shower before I got some dinner and looked in the box again. For some reason though, I decided to see if the hair remover really worked. I shook the bottle and then uncorked it. I was surprised to see that the contents of the bottle were still liquid. I put some on a small part of my leg, and it gave my leg a warm sensation that felt good. Before I really thought about it, my hands were spreading it all over my legs, chest, back, beard line and the rest of my body. My whole body felt warm and tingly. After a few minutes I decided to go wash up. I jumped in the shower and to my surprise all of my body hair went down the drain. 'I guess I won't be wearing shorts outside any time soon,' I thought. After I got out of the shower, I decided that it might be fun to try on the clothes that I found. I have always had a fascination with corsets. It didn't seem very likely that they would fit. In the back of my mind I remember my Dream Mistress saying, "You are now mine." Since there was no underwear, I decided to put on the cock ring/sheath. I picked it up. The material was smooth and pliable. The sheath slid over my penis easily enough. There was a loop like a thin ball-stretcher that could only be made to loop around the base of my balls. The loop was sort of stretchy and went on easily. It was very comfortable but snug. It seemed to give off a gentle warmth that felt good. Next I thought that I would try on the boots. Since they were made for a lady, I did not think that there was any way they would fit me. I put the stockings on my hairless legs. The feeling was out of this world. I immediately started to get hard. The sheath seemed to pulse... or was that me pulsing? It was hard to tell, but it felt good. I put my right foot into the boot, and it slid easily down to the pointy toe. My foot was forced to arch at an unnatural angle, but was not uncomfortable. I sat on the bed and laced the boot all of the way up. I put on the second boot and laced it up too. It didn't seem likely that I would be able to walk in them. I spent a few minutes trying to get used to the height and angle. The boots seemed to be made with incredibly good quality. They were comfortable, and snug. It was like they were custom-made for me. The snugness made them easier to walk in. The only problem was that the stockings kept trying to fall down. I had to hold them up with my hands. By this time I was getting hungry. I decided to try to walk to the kitchen and make something to eat for dinner. As I started to leave my bedroom, the strap around my balls seemed to tighten and caused me to stop and wince in pain. As suddenly as it started, it stopped. Had I imagined it? Maybe I should try on the dress. It might be fun to make dinner dressed in it. I could pretend to be a maid making dinner for my Dream Mistress, and maybe I could figure out how to hold the stockings up. The sheath seemed to agree with me and felt as though it was stroking me very lightly. It was just enough to give me a little pleasure. I wasn't sure if it was because I was hungry and was imagining it, or was I excited by the new game? The dress looked like it would come down to my knees. It had a built-in corset with a metal bust in front and laces in the back. The internal corset seemed to have a lot of boning that ran from the underarms to the bottom of the hips. It would certainly keep me from slouching! I noticed that there seemed to be gloves built into the ends of the sleeves. They looked like separate pieces, but there was almost no seam where the gloves entered the sleeves. Under the skirt and at the base of the internal corset were 10 garter straps that would hold up my stockings. The dress had buttons that closed the front over the bust. The back had a similar arrangement to cover the laces. However, the corset would have to be laced completely closed before the flap could be buttoned up. The dress went all the way up to a high collar that buttoned. Attached to the top of the dress was something that looked like a wet suit hood. The face was open like a diver's mask and the bottom fit neatly under the high neckline of the dress. At the base of the hood was a thick collar that would hold my head up straight and prevent me from moving it much. The collar had a hidden closure between the two ends. I closed it and saw that there were two little metal tabs that came out when it closed. By pushing on both tabs at the same time, the collar would release. Once the hood was put on and the collar was closed, the wearer would have trouble hearing and turning his/her head. My heart started racing as I made the decision to put the dress on. I opened the laces as much as I could and opened the bust. I pulled the dress over my head and down my body. It felt very soft and comfortable next to my hairless skin. I pulled my head through the dress collar and into the attached hood. My hands found the gloves at the ends of the sleeves. The gloves fit well and were soft, smooth and skin-tight. The dress fit me very well. I thought it would at least be tight in the shoulders. I figured that I better do up the garters before I laced the corset. I pulled up the stockings and tried to fasten the garter tabs. It took me a while to get all 10 attached and adjusted while wearing the gloves. There was an erotic tension between the garters and the stockings. I closed the front bust of the corset and buttoned the flap at the front of the dress. The buttons were on the inside and made to be hidden from the casual viewer. They were difficult to manage with the gloves, but I didn't see any way around it. The remaining tasks were to lace the corset and close the posture collar. I figured it would be impossible to lace the corset with the posture collar closed. There were two loops in the laces of the corset. I pulled on them, and I could feel myself being squeezed in. The sheath seemed to be urging me on. As I pulled on the laces, I noticed that the corset did not open back up when the laces slipped in the gloves. It was as if the laces only worked one way, like a cable tie. I laced it as tightly as I could and tied it off. The corset backs were too far apart for me to close the flap in back. Even if I had, there was no way that I could reach around and do it with the gloves on. Putting this dress on properly was a two-person job. I stood in front of the mirror. The image before me was startling. I was shocked to discover that the mask mostly hid the masculine features of my face. I could almost pass for a woman. For some reason this really turned me on. I wanted to masturbate right then and there. I reached under the skirt and tried to stroke my menisci found that the sheath had turned as hard as steel. I was unable to give myself any pleasure. When I tried to remove it, I found that my gloved hands kept slipping. This did not concern me for some reason. I decided to face the next task at hand. The collar was the only thing remaining. For some reason it seemed like a final step toward something, but what? I lifted my head high and pulled the collar around my neck. I held the two ends in my gloved hands. The sheath started to pleasure me. As I fit the collar around my neck, the tempo and pressure of the sheath increased. It also felt wet, like the best blowjob I had ever had. I could feel my body rushing to cum. I had to hold my head high to get the collar ready to be closed. I still had the collar in my hands. I put the ends together, but did not give them the final push home. The sheath kept sucking and rubbing. I couldn't resist it. As my knees buckled, my hands trembled and my body spasmed. In the back of my mind, I heard the click of the collar as I involuntarily pushed it closed. There was a sound of finality in the click. It seemed to echo through my brain. My head was swimming as I recovered from the sheath's pleasant assault. I pulled up the skirt and looked at the sheath. I could not tell where the cum had gone. Suddenly, the corset seemed to start closing in on me. It felt as though someone was pulling the laces tight. The force was so strong that it almost pulled me backward. I grabbed onto the post at the end of my bed and held on for dear life. It didn't take long for the unseen force to lace the corset all the way closed. I stood there trying to catch my breath while the flap at the back of the dress was buttoned closed. The posture collar prevented me from moving my head, so I turned my entire body around to see who had "helped" me lace the corset. I used a handheld mirror and my full-length mirror to look at the back of the dress. The corset had been tightened enough that the flap could be closed. I reached my free hand behind my back and could not find the flap! I was unable to take deep breaths because of the height and tightness of the corset. It held me rigidly from my hips to my underarms. It was not unpleasant, but it restricted my movement a great deal. I tried to bend over, but could only move my torso forward a little bit. The bottom of the bust dug into my groin just above my penis. My mind started to race. How the hell did that happen? None of this made sense. I put the handheld mirror down and felt for the flap with both hands. CLICK!! I felt it more than heard it, but both of my hands were pinned behind my back. Because of the posture collar, I could not look behind me to see what was holding my hands. I struggled, but was unable to free myself. The sheath began to squeeze my penis and pull me toward the bedroom door. I resisted it and was rewarded by the ring around my balls being squeezed. I meekly complied allowing myself to be led by the sheath. "Mistress, is that you?" I cried. I received no answer other than being led out of my room and down into the basement. It was not easy going down the stairs in high- heeled boots and no way to hang onto the banister with my hands. There was an opening in the basement wall that I had not noticed before. I was scared and intrigued. I was lead through the opening into a previously unknown hallway. At the end of the hallway was a thick wooden door. As I walked down the hallway, the door opened to welcome me. I did not have a choice; I was pulled through the door. The door closed and locked behind me. I called out to see who was there, but no one replied. I yelled for help, but knew that was not going to do any good. I tried to look and see who had closed it, but the posture collar and corset kept me from turning around to see. The room looked like a medieval torture chamber. Standing prominently in a corner was the high-backed chair that my Dream Mistress sat in. The walls were lined with whips, restraints and all kinds of things. Around the floor were tables, racks, stocks and several iron cages. Before things could sink in, I was pulled forward and bent over a table. A cloth hood was pulled over my head and tied to my collar. My hands were freed one at a time and secured to shackles suspended from the ceiling. The shackles were attached together. They were pulled up behind my back, which forced my arms up uncomfortably. I was forced to bend over as far as I could. The corset prevented me from bending too far. I cried out in pain. I begged Mistress to let me go, but received no response. Iron shackles were placed around my ankles. The chain was so short that I had to stand with my feet very close together I was left trying to balance in the high-heeled boots and my new outfit for what seemed like an eternity. I could not tell how long I was left there. I struggled to try to release the shackles that held my hands and ankles, but they were strong and tight. My legs, back, feet, arms and shoulders ached terribly. Just when I thought I could not take it any more, I felt a cool hand lift up the back of my skirt and rub my butt cheeks. "Please let me go," I pleaded. The cool hands lifted my skirt and placed it in my hands. I held onto the skirt. SMACK!! I felt more than heard the first blow. I knew better than to drop the skirt. I held onto it as tightly as possible. It felt like my butt was on fire. I cried out. Five seconds later. SMACK! A different part of my bottom was on fire. The blows came faster and faster until I lost track of the number of blows I received. My body was on fire as I strained against my bonds. Strangely, I could feel my penis grow very hard. The sheath began to rub it and the cock ring seemed to massage my balls. The assault was so intense that I shuddered to an orgasm. That was the last thing I remembered. I woke up lying on top of my bed. I looked at the clock and it showed 4 AM. It seemed like I must have dreamt the whole thing. Was that possible? I was still wearing the dress, boots, hood and collar, but my hands were not fastened behind me and the corset had been loosened. Had it all been a dream? My body was sore all over. I reached up and unfastened the collar. I unbuttoned the front of the dress, unhooked the bust and removed the dress. The boots and stockings were next. I stood there naked, well sort of. The sheath was still on my penis. I tried pulling on it, but it was very tight. The ring around my balls was so tight that I could not remove it. I tried pulling on it again, but it was no good. It could not be removed. The sheath was very hard. I still was not sure if I had dreamt the whole thing until I looked behind me and saw that my butt was red and there was more than one angry welt. "How the hell could this happen?" I said out loud. I was extremely tired, but felt safe despite my earlier assault. I climbed under the covers and was soon fast asleep. I dreamt about my Mistress again. She was in her usual spot and said, "sleep well my slave, I have more fun planned for you." Chapter 2 I woke up on Sunday morning and felt well rested, although I was a little sore. When I got out of bed, I realized that I had slept naked, well almost. My body looked strange with all of the hair removed. I felt around and could not feel any stubble yet. I still had the sheath on my penis and the ring around my balls. I tried to remove the sheath, but it still would not budge. I went to the bathroom to do my morning business. As I stood there, I tried to urinate, but the device seemed to prevent me. I looked at the tip, and there did not seem to be any hole in it. I sat down on the toilet to try and figure this out. The sudden urge to urinate overcame me, and I found that I was able to take care of business while sitting down. Maybe it was a coincidence? I couldn't figure it out. I decided to go downstairs and make myself some breakfast. After breakfast, I took a shower, got dressed and headed back up to the attic to continue cleaning things out. I went directly to the trunk and opened it up. I decided to pull the clothes out and bring them downstairs. They looked very old, but seemed to be in very good condition. Perhaps I could sell them on Ebay and make a few extra bucks. I found out why the chest was too heavy to move. It was nailed to the floor. Instead I carried several armloads of clothes down to the spare bedroom. It took me quite a few trips. I carried down cardboard boxes containing corsets, gloves, stockings and shoes. I was amazed to see that everything seemed to be in almost new condition. Nothing smelled musty, dusty or dirty. There wasn't any evidence of moth damage either. I hung up the dresses, petticoats and under dresses in the closet. I put the bloomers, camisoles, gloves, stockings and other frillies in the dresser. I put the corset boxes on the shelf of the closet and the shoeboxes on the closet floor. As I attempted to leave the spare bedroom, the sheath and cock ring had other ideas. The ball buster, that's what I decided to call the part of the sheath that circled around my testicles, squeezed me painfully. I realized that I needed to do something else before I left. The sheath seemed to lead me toward the closet. The ball-buster started to squeeze in. I put my hand up, unsure of what to take out of the closet. As I moved my hand from along the dresses, the ball-buster continued to squeeze. I reached up to the shelf where the corset boxes were located. I put my hand on each box. When I touched a particularly long box, the ball-buster released its pressure a little. I pulled it off of the shelf. I started to turn, but the ball-buster squeezed again. I reached down toward the shoes, and it eased the pressure when I had selected the correct box. Next I was lead to the dresser where the same procedure took place. I pulled out some bloomers, gloves, slip, camisole and stockings. I placed everything on the bed. The sheath and ball-buster helped me decide which items to put on first. I felt a little like Pavlov's dog, but I was definitely under some sort of spell and unable to escape. The slip was plain white silk. It was very long and ran down to mid-thigh. Next I put on the white silk stockings. The shoes were white leather high-heeled boots with approximately three-inch heels. They extended up to mid calf. I laced them tightly, and they were relatively comfortable, although they restricted the amount I could bend my ankle. The corset was next. It looked to be very feminine and delicate on the outside. It had a white silk covering with little pink roses embroidered on it. Even the bust and closures had little flowers etched into the metal. It was absolutely beautiful. However I knew from my experience in the corset last night, that this was not a delicate piece of clothing. It was a form of almost complete control and bondage. At the top of the corset was a lace up collar. It looked like a corset designed for the neck. The collar was made out of very thin but strong white leather. It laced in back. I noticed there were several small rings on the left and right side of the collar. The collar was attached to the corset by several strips of leather. The corset was extremely long. It would extend from my armpits all the way to the middle of my thighs. There were wide shoulder straps at the top to keep it from sliding down. The boning ran the entire length of the garment. There is no way I would be able to bend over or sit down once it was tightened. After examining the garment thoroughly, I knew that I had no choice about putting it on. I figured the sooner I put it on, the sooner I could take it off, or at least that is what I hoped. I opened the bust and let all of the laces out as much as I could. The back laced with one long lace. There were loops in the laces that I could use to tighten it. I pulled the corset over my head and worked my arms and head between the straps. I adjusted the shoulder straps to what I hoped would be a comfortable position. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. The corset had a dozen garters attached to it. It was almost impossible to hook them all up with the corset on, even with it fully opened. I delayed as long as I could, but soon the ball-buster grew impatient and started to close in on me. The corset was tightened at the bottom with laces in the front that ran from mid-thigh all the way up to just below my crotch area. I was able to tighten these completely, but I noticed it significantly reduced the amount of movement in my thighs. I closed the bust that ran from the top of my chest all the way down to my crotch. I knew the lacing was going to take a while. The back laces ran from my shoulder blades all the way down to the middle of my butt. I grabbed the loops in back and began to pull. Like last night, the laces did not pull backwards through the holes. There must have been something in them that only allowed the laces to move one way. After a few minutes I had to stop and take a breather. I rested for about ten minutes before I was prompted to continue. It took me close to an hour to get the corset as tight as I could. With the corset drawn in as tightly as I could get it, there was quite a bit of lacing. There was a pile of it on the floor. I doubled it up and left a big bow in back. The corseting effect was dramatic. I looked at myself in the mirror. From the neck down, I could have passed for a woman. The corset gave me a very distinct female shape. I even had a little cleavage. Next, I fit the small corset around my neck. It was almost as strict as the posture collar that I had worn last night. It had small hook closures at the front. I closed the front and tightened the laces at the back as tightly as I could, but not so tight that I was being choked. The ball-buster was not satisfied. I pulled my head up a little higher and was able to tighten the neck collar a little more. This must have been enough, because the ball-buster relaxed. I was then prompted to put on the gloves. I opened the glove box, and they were made of the same material as the corset cover. In fact, they matched the corset exactly. They had the same silk material and had little pink roses embroidered on the back of the hands and up the arms. The material was very soft and inviting. There was something wrong though. There appeared to be boning along the length of the gloves and along the fingers. Curiously there were two leather straps sewn at the armholes of each glove. The end of each strap held a small metal spring-loaded hook. I pushed my right hand tentatively into the appropriate glove and was rewarded by the feel of the smooth silk insides. It was very tight, but the boning did not appear to restrict my movement. I did the same for my left hand and began to touch what little exposed skin I could reach. The gloves felt fabulous against my skin. Before I got too carried away, the ball-buster started to squeeze again. I knew what was next. I hooked each of the glove straps to the neck corset. Once I put on something over the corset, I would be unable to remove the gloves. The layers of bondage were very exciting. I only wish I could see the person who was slowly ensnaring me. I tried to walk around the bedroom. The tightness of the boots and the length of the corset hampered my movements. I attempted to bend over, but the corset held me rigidly upright. My head was held high and straight by the neck corset. Soon the sheath led me back to the closet. I pulled out two sets of heavy white petticoats. Together they had a substantial volume. The rustling sound they made was very loud and strangely sensual. The first one had a form fitting inside skirt, and it reached almost to my ankles. I opened up the top of the petticoat, held onto the ties and let it fall to the floor. I leaned up against the bedpost and carefully stepped into the petticoat opening. I gently pulled it up and laced it tightly around my closely corseted waist. I wouldn't have to worry about it falling down!! The inside skirt forced me to take even smaller steps. If this kept up, I wouldn't be able to walk at all!! The second petticoat was much easier to put on. I opened the waist and was able to throw it over my head and tie off the waist. The hardest part was trying to get the petticoats to lie down properly. I had to keep shaking them, since I could not bend over. Once they were situated, I was able to look in the mirror and see that they almost reached the floor. The under dress and dress were next. I was directed to take them out. The under dress was white silk with the same lace trimming. The dress was also made of white silk. It had the same pink rose and green vine pattern on it. It had long tight sleeves and the bottom of it looked as if it would extend to my ankles. I put the under dress on and fastened up the buttons in front. The dress was going to be difficult since it was meant to fit tightly. Since everything so far seemed to have been tailored to fit me or more likely, someone my size, I figured I would get it on somehow. I pulled it on over my head. My silk-covered hands eventually found their way through the sleeves. I was able to get it all the way on. I had some difficulty getting the dress to cover the petticoats. The collar was tight and buttoned in back. I tried to fasten it, but it was no use. The dress had many tiny pearl buttons at the back. There was no way that I was going to be able to fasten it. Without warning, I was thrown face down on the bed. Because of the restrictions of the corset, slip and boots, I was unable to put up much of a fight against my assailant. The neck corset prevented me from turning to see what was happening. I could feel the weight of someone sitting on my back. I felt the hands untie the corset and begin to tighten it some more. My assailant would tug on the laces for a few minutes, wait a few minutes and then begin again. I was certain that I would be squeezed to death, or suffocate. I tried to talk, but my face was pressed into the bedspread. I asked the person to help me, but I received no response from the person. They just kept tightening my corset. When they were finally satisfied, they tied off the laces and stated to button the back of the dress. I must have passed out, because I remember waking up and feeling confused. It took my brain a few cycles to remember my predicament. My assailant was not on top of me anymore. I tried to roll over and sit up, but that was impossible. The only way I could get off the bed was to slide my feet over and point my toes at the ground. Eventually my toes touched. I was able to pull myself to a standing position with the help of the bedpost. I looked at the clock and realized that it had taken me approximately ninety minutes to get dressed in this outfit. I tried to walk around, and found out how restricted my movements were. I could only take small steps. I tried to bend my arms and fingers, but the boning in the gloves seemed to have tightened. The sheath led me around the house. I was "walked" for about an hour. The sound of the petticoats was really turning me on. I was unable to reach myself to get some relief. Even if I could have reached under the layers of clothing, I'm sure the sheath would have blocked me. My feet were starting to get sore. My movements were so restricted that I was completely at the mercy of the person who put me into this predicament. I suddenly had the urge to brew some hot tea. This was strange since I only drink hot tea at Asian restaurants. The boning in the gloves relaxed. I very carefully made my way into the kitchen and made tea. I got a tray down and put a cup, saucer, milk, sugar and teapot on a tray. I picked up the tray and the sheath led me down into the basement. I knew I was in trouble then. I walked very carefully down the stairs. As expected, there was an opening in the wall that led down the hallway to the dungeon. I was brought to a small rolling cart in the middle of the room. I put the tea down on the cart and rolled it over to my Dream Mistress' chair. It seemed more like a throne. The sheath led me to a tall but narrow iron cage that had a chain running to the ceiling. I opened the door and carefully stepped in. It was a tight fit. If the door were to close, I would not even be able to bring my hands from my sides up to my face. BANG!! The door slammed shut behind me and locked. I tried everything that I could, but I was locked in tight. My arms were pinned by my side. The boning in the gloves became rigid again. I could not even move my fingers. As if that wasn't bad enough, I could hear a chain hoist start to turn. The cage was lifted into the air and suspended about 10 feet off the floor. I was starting to feel claustrophobic, but I knew there was nothing I could do but hang out. Excuse the pun. As I hung there I could here someone in high heels walking around, but they never came into my line of sight. I decided that it would be better to stay quiet. If my captor wanted to hear from me, I believed she would ask. I hung out there for a very long time. Whenever I started to nod off to sleep, the ball- buster or the sheath would do something to wake me up. My feet were really starting to ache from standing so long in one place wearing the high-heeled boots. The sheath slowly began to give me pleasure. It would slowly work me up into a frenzy. Just before I was ready to cum, it would shut off. This went on an uncountable number of times. It was extremely frustrating. I tried to rub my penis on the bars of the cage, but was stopped by the layers of clothing, corset and sheath. I could feel the pre-cum dripping down the inside of my thigh. I was incredibly frustrated. Finally I yelled out, "Mistress, I'll do anything you want, please just let me cum." The chain hoist started to turn again, and I was slowly lowered to the ground. I could hear the sounds of high-heels approaching from behind me. The cage was opened, and I was pulled out backward. My hands were drawn together behind my back and quickly tied. I could barely struggle because my blood flow had not returned to normal, and the boning in the gloves prevented me from moving my elbows, wrists and fingers. As constricted as I was, it would have been pointless to struggle. A cloth bag was put over my head and tied at my neck. I was completely blind. I could hear and sense that my Mistress was walking around me and sizing me up. I had a raging hard on. She stood behind me and began to unbutton the back of the dress. She opened it from the collar down to the middle of my back so that my shoulders were bared. The sheath began to work its magic. I was already close to cuming. My mistress began kissing, nibbling and licking the tops of my shoulders and the bottom of my neck. Her fingers and tongue were strangely cold. I figured it was because my skin was hot under the countless layers of clothing. She loosened and removed the neck corset. She began licking and biting my neck. The sheath was rubbing and sucking me. Mistress' touch was overwhelming. She said, "Do not be frightened." With that, she bit into my neck and I started to cum. I felt like I must have cum a bucket load. My head started to spin. When I woke up, I was on the couch in the living room. I was still dressed, but the dress was open at the back. I gathered my strength and pushed my way up to a standing position. I worked my way upstairs to see if I would be allowed to remove all of these clothes. I passed a clock and realized that it was almost 5 o'clock in the afternoon. I was very hungry and wanted to get out of these clothes. The sheath didn't seem to mind that I was getting undressed. I returned the dress and under dress to the closet. I couldn't believe that the dress was not soiled from the iron cage. Next came the two petticoats. I couldn't believe how nice it felt to be able to move my legs. It seemed a strange thought since I was still wearing the incredibly restrictive corset. I had been wearing it for at least eight hours. I realized that the neck corset had been replaced. I unhooked the gloves and returned them to their box. When I took off the neck corset, I realized that there was a small bandage on my neck. I removed it and discovered two small wounds. I remembered being bitten. Could she be a vampire? I began to loosen the corset. It was tied very tightly. It took a great deal of effort to undo the laces in back. Once they were undone, I unhooked the bust, and undid the laces in front. It was a great deal of relief to take it off. My body felt like it was expanding. My hunger pains also started to grow. I thought it best to hang the corset up to let it air out. The stockings immediately began to droop around my boots. I took off the camisole and put it aside to be washed. I knew that I had to go grocery shopping, and needed to get something to eat. I was really hungry for some red meat. Chapter 3 I removed the boots, but as I bent down to remove the stockings, the ball-buster came alive with a warning. I was led back to the closet to pick out a new corset and then back to the dresser to pick out two more camisoles and a pair of bloomers. I was starting to get pretty good at this. Before long, I had put one camisole under the corset, laced myself into the new corset, and finished off by putting the second camisole over the top and the bloomers on the bottom. This corset ran from my underarms to the top of my hips. It would make sitting down possible, but it would still prevent me from bending my torso. I went to my bedroom closet and picked out a pair of jeans and a large long-sleeved shirt. I tried to put socks over the stockings, but was prevented from doing so. I hoped nobody would notice. My jeans kept trying to slide up to where my new smaller waist was. I had to keep pulling then down. I left the shirt un- tucked. This seemed to break up my shape and prevent people from noticing my corseted waist. I looked in the mirror to see how noticeable the corset was. I realized the laces were hanging out the back of my jeans. I had to carefully tuck them in. I hoped nobody would notice the corset shape or the stockings. In addition, the corset had ten wide garter straps, five for each leg. When my jeans tightened against my leg, they were plainly visible. Well, it wasn't like I had much choice. Perhaps once I was out of the house, my Mistress' power would be weakened or removed. I got into my car carefully. I had to move slowly and with more care when wearing the corset because it dug into my skin if I moved incorrectly or tried to bend. It made me sit up straight. I decided to forego the restaurant and go directly to the grocery store. I went into the bathroom to see if I would be able to remove the corset and other garments. I went into a stall and hoped that there were no surveillance cameras. It would be awfully embarrassing to be caught wearing this underwear. Fortunately nobody was in the bathroom. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and pants and started to loosen the laces. The ball-buster tightened so much that I thought I had been kicked in the balls by a horse. The pain brought me to my knees. It didn't let up either. It must have squeezed for half a minute. When it was done, I was crying, sweating and sick to my stomach. I vomited the remaining contents of my stomach. One of the store employees had heard the commotion and came in to check on me. I told him that I must have had food poisoning. I told him I was OK, but he refused to leave. I cleaned myself up, buttoned up my shirt and pants and went outside. I looked like hell. I washed my face and tried to remove all evidence of the vomit. The employee patted me on the back to reassure me. He was startled to feel the corset. "Hey man, what the hell do you have on under there?" "A back brace," I lied unconvincingly. He looked suspicious and left the restroom. I figured he was going to go tell his co-workers. I wanted to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible. I left the restroom and headed for the door. As I went through the door, the ball-buster tightened on me again. Fortunately this time it wasn't too bad, but my balls were already sore from the previous abuse. I knew that I was going to have to undergo the humiliation of shopping while word spread to all of the employees about the weirdo. I grabbed a cart and decided that I would do the fastest shopping trip in history. My plans were thwarted by the ball-buster. I was forced to stop and look at all kinds of things. In particular, I was forced to squat down and look at things on the lower shelves. This caused my pants legs to rise up and expose my stockings. I was obliged to do this next to a college-aged girl re-stocking the lower shelf. She had already been eyeballing me when I turned my cart onto her aisle. When I squatted down, she reached over and touched the exposed stockings between my shoes and pants leg. She got a big smile on her face. She put her hand on my thigh to feel the garter straps. I stood up and tried to move, but the ball-buster convinced me to keep my feet planted solidly. She ran her hands up my hips to where the corset started. She put her hands under my shirt and felt the front of the corset and the camisole. Her big blue eyes were wide open in amazement. She was a little bit taller than me, and was quite attractive. She ran one of her hands around to the back where the laces were. "That's kinky," she said. I was absolutely humiliated. I must have been as red as a tomato. "Why do you wear that? Are you some kind of pervert?" she asked. "No, my Mistress requires me to wear it." I said softly out. I tried to move but was still prevented by the ball-buster. I could not look her in the eyes. "Wow, I would really like to meet her." "I don't think that is possible. Besides, she might force you to wear the same thing." "I think that would be a real turn-on." Fortunately, her boss walked up and asked if he could help me. I said "no thanks," and was finally allowed to continue my prolonged shopping experience. When I was finally ready to check out, the stock girl I met before bagged my groceries. She didn't say anything to me, but she kept looking at my body and my legs. I think she had the heart of a Dominatrix. She insisted on helping me to my car with my groceries since I had a "bad back." She was adamant about helping me into my car. She made sure that she touched me all over when she helped me into the car. Once I was seated, she leaned in to fasten my seatbelt. She put her hand right on my crotch and felt the sheath. She looked me in the eye and said, "Your Mistress is full of surprises. I have to meet her." I quickly told her that would not be possible. "If you don't agree, I'll go back into the store and say that you tried to pull me into your car and rape me. The surveillance cameras will see me lean into the car. Your goose is cooked if you don't do what I say." She had me over a barrel. I had to agree to her demands. She forced me to give her my home phone number so that she could try to talk to Mistress. She leaned in again and kissed me. She rammed her tongue down my throat. Then she jerked back and forth as if struggling to get away from me. She stood up, smiled, winked and then walked away quickly. Damn my life had gotten awfully complicated in a hurry. I had bought a haunted house; the ghost might be a vampire who had effectively enslaved me. On top of that, I was being forced to wear women's clothes and underwear. As if that wasn't bad enough, I had a college-aged girl wanting to dominate me too. I was either the luckiest guy in the world, or I was in big trouble. Chapter 4 I drove home carefully. When I got there, I unloaded and put away the groceries. I was very hungry since I had not eaten anything since breakfast. In fact I had not eaten much all weekend. Unfortunately, I was led down into the basement by the sheath as soon as I was done with the groceries. The hole in the basement wall was there again. I was led down it into the dungeon and stopped at a spot in the middle of the floor. The ball-buster started to squeeze as if it wanted me to do something. I put my hands on my shirt and the ball-buster released a little bit. I removed my shirt, shoes, pants and bloomers. I stood there in the lingerie: corset from my underarms to my hips, stockings, and camisoles. I was led to one side of the room where there was a wooden X with metal shackles for the ankles and hands. I stood facing the X. I spread my legs so that the shackles could be closed. With much trepidation I closed and locked the ankle shackles. I reached up as high as I could and put my wrists into the two remaining shackles. They must have been spring-loaded because they closed and locked as soon as my wrists touched them. I was completely helpless. I felt the now familiar cloth sack being brought over my head and tied at the neck. I knew I was in for a beating, and that is what I got. If felt like She whipped my bottom and legs with everything in her arsenal. I was crying and begging her to stop. This only proved to make her hit harder. I just hoped that I would pass out soon. She would stop periodically and listen to me cry and whimper, but then She would start up again. It felt like this must have gone on forever. After what seemed like hours, She stopped. My bottom and legs burned. She left me there for another eternity. Finally, I felt her cool hands remove the tattered stockings from my legs. Then I could feel her put some kind of ointment on my legs and backside. The ointment seemed to cool my skin and reduced the pain a little bit. She released my wrists and ankles from the shackles. I slumped down because the blood had drained from my legs. I felt here place a metal collar around my neck and lock it. She must have attached a leash to it, because I felt her pulling me forward by the neck. I could tell I was being led out of the dungeon and back up to the spare bedroom. She removed the outside camisole, and then raised my hands above my head and tied them up so that I had to stand on the tips of my toes. She removed the corset next. It felt good to let my body expand back to its normal proportions. I heard her booted feet leave the room. I knew better than to try to escape. I stood there as my legs started to ache from standing on my toes. I heard her walking above me in the attic. A few minutes later she was back down stairs and behind me. She lifted my legs one at a time and put silk stocking on them. Her cool hands felt wonderful on what were surely welts rising on my poor abused legs. She had me lift my feet one at a time again as she put them into a pair of very long boots. They had very high heels and ran all the way up to the top of my thighs. They were incredibly stiff, and would keep my legs completely straight, but at least I didn't have to put all the weight on my toes. The boots prevented me from bending my knees or ankles. She untied my hands again pulled off the under camisole. It was quickly replaced by a longer one, which reached at least as far as the top of the boots. Next I felt what could only be a very long corset being pulled down my arms and over my head. It took her a few minutes to position this one in place. In almost no time I was laced into this new more devious corset. It had wide straps that went over my shoulders. The corset went from the very top of my chest down below my knees. I only knew the entire length of it when she tightened the lower section. This corset was extremely strong and crushed my chest and innards. It was so tight that it was difficult to breathe. I thought about pleading with her to loosen it, but I knew that would be a mistake. Next she removed the metal collar and leash. This was immediately replaced with a posture collar that was tight and completely immobilized my head. I heard the snap of a lock as it was secured. She loosened my hands and I started to relax. Instead of leading me somewhere else, She guided me toward the bed and pushed me onto if face down. I started to roll over, but she landed on top of me. She put her weight on my shoulders crushing my face into the bed. It was really getting hard for me to breathe. Surprisingly, I felt her untie the laces at the back of the corset. Thank goodness, she must have known it was too tight. I was sorely disappointed when she immediately started tightening them even more. I felt like I was being crushed in a vice. When she was finally satisfied, she stopped and I thought I could feel her pull a flap over the laces. Snap, snap, snap I heard as she fastened locks to keep the flap in place. Next she stood me up. I felt like a piece of lumber. My hips were the only joints I could move besides my arms and hands. This was quickly remedied as she pulled long gloves over my arms and hands. The gloves ran all the way up to my shoulder. I could feel her attach the tops of the gloves to the posture collar. The gloves were thick and heavily boned. The fingers were sewn together so that I could not move them. Then they were attached to the corset at the wrists, and elbows. Now, I couldn't move my arms or hands at all. She put a leash on the posture collar and led me into my bedroom. I was forced to take tiny steps because of the boots and the length of the corset. She placed me on top of the bed on my back. I was almost completely immobile and unable to roll onto my side. Lying flat seemed to ease the pressure on my body from the corset. Surprisingly she pulled the cloth sack off of my head. I tried to look at her, but she put one cool hand over my eyes. She began kissing and biting my neck and rubbing my corset-clad body with the other. She placed her weight on top of me. I could feel her rubbing her body along mine. All of this caused me to become very aroused. After the abuse she had inflicted, I was surprised at how gentle she could be. I could tell from her breathing that she was becoming aroused. The sheath was starting to work its magic on me too. She would build me up and then stop just before I could release. This was an exquisite form of torture. Finally she had worked herself up to an orgasm. As she did, she bit into my neck. I must have passed out because I remember waking up and being alone. This time she did not release me from my bondage. I was still encased in the boots, collar, corset and gloves. I had an erection, but there was nothing I could do to relieve the pressure. I had no idea what time it was since I could not see the clock, but it was dark outside still. I stared at the ceiling trying to figure out a way out of this situation. I realized that I was trapped. All I could do was accept my fate and make the best out of it. I had learned one thing for sure, don't ever try to escape. Eventually I drifted back to sleep. This time I dreamed about Mistress. In my dream She said, "You seem to have learned your lesson. Remember that you gave yourself to me freely. You are mine until I decide to release you. Do not displease me again. The next time you try to escape, you will be very, very sorry. Sleep well my little slave, there is much more training in store for you. You have much to learn still." Chapter 5 When I woke up again, the gloves had been removed, but everything else was still on. I reached behind me to try and remove the collar or corset, but they were locked firmly in place. Since it was Monday, I knew that I should go to work, but there was no way I could go dressed as I was. I called my boss and told him I was not feeling well and that my back was hurting, which it was from the beatings of the last couple of days. I needed to go to the bathroom, but knew I would be unable due to the length and severity of the corset. I was able to stand up by holding onto the bedpost and sliding my feet off the bed until they reached the floor. I stood upright by pulling myself up the bedpost. I wanted to walk down to the basement to see my Mistress. Maybe she would have mercy on me. When I got to the top of the stairs, I realized that I was unable to walk down them. The boots and corset were too restrictive. I grabbed the railing on both sides and used my hands to grab the railings to support me while I hopped down the stairs. It took a while, but eventually, I made it from the upstairs down to the basement. When I got to the section where the wall opened and led to the dungeon, there was no opening. I searched the wall and tried to figure out a way to open the section of wall, but I could not find it. I went back upstairs. The pressure on my bladder had eased a little bit. I hopped my way from the basement to the main floor. Going upstairs was much tougher than going downstairs. I started to fix some breakfast when the phone rang. Without thinking, I answered the phone. The voice on the other side said, "Hello, this is Jessica. I met you at the grocery store last night. Do you remember?" "Of course I remember," I answered in an annoyed tone. I knew what was coming next. "Is your Mistress there today?" "No, she isn't here. I haven't seen her at all today." "That's okay, I'm on my way over. I want to talk to you anyway. What's your street address?" I hesitated a few moments and she said, "Remember I can still tell them that you tried to rape me." She still had me over a barrel, I gave her my street address and some directions." Great, I'll be there in twenty minutes." "That's not possible, I'm tied up with other things this morning." "I'll bet," she said and hung up the phone. Damn, now I'm really in trouble. I made myself a small breakfast that I was barely able to eat with the constriction of the corset. I cleaned up the dishes and I heard the doorbell ring. I walked slowly to the front door and peeked out a window. It was Jessica. I unlocked and opened the door. I stood behind it so that my neighbors would not see me. She was dressed very nicely. She wore a black silk shirt, black leather mini skirt and black pumps. She even had seams running up the back of here stockings. She walked in and put her hands over her mouth to muffle a startled cry. "You are all tied up." She walked around me and looked at the back of the corset and collar." Your Mistress has the keys to those locks," she stated rather than asked. She took me by the hand and led me into the parlor. She sat down on a chair and said that she had been having dreams about an auburn-haired woman who dressed in black. Jessica said that the dreams were strangely erotic. She continued by saying, "last night she came to me in a dream, but this time she asked me to give myself to her. She promised that if I did, I would experience many incredible things. It was so intensely erotic that I agreed. She told me to come here in the morning to begin my journey. So here I am." I wanted to tell her that she was in trouble, but I knew it was too late for that. "Mistress told me where the keys are to release you. If you are nice to me, I'll unlock you and let you out." She reached under the cushion of the chair where she was sitting and pulled out a set of keys. "Let's go upstairs and I'll unlock you." She helped me up the stairs, and then led me into the guest bedroom. She secured my hands to the lacing bar, and then left the room. "I thought you were going to unlock me" I called after her. She did not bother to reply. I could hear her walking around in the attic. In a few moments, she came back downstairs with a big wooden box that strongly resembled the one I had found a few nights before. I started to warn her, but the ball-buster came alive and gave me a firm squeeze. She probably wouldn't listen to me any way I thought. She put the box down on the bed in front of me. She opened the box and found an outfit that was very similar to the one I had worn the first night. It contained a black dress, stockings, knee length high-heeled boots, bra and a pair of long black panties. All of the garments seemed to be made out of the same material that was part rubber and part leather. I watched as she examined the garments. The dress had a built-in corset and what looked like a posture collar built into the top. Her dress did not have the same strange hood that mine had that first night. She took off her blouse and skirt. I was intrigued to see that she had been wearing a garter belt under her clothes. She looked at me and said, "I love the feeling of silk and satin. I think garter belts are extremely sexy. What do you think?" I was still tied to the lacing bar. I just stood there with my mouth open unable to answer. She was very sexy. Her black bra, garter belt and stockings contrasted nicely with her smooth white skin. Her blonde hair fell to the middle of her back. She took off all of her lingerie, and picked up the strange panties and held them up for a better look. They had a narrow oval-shaped opening in the back that would allow her to get rid of her solid waste without removing the panties. The front appeared to be solid. As she examined them, I could tell that they were soft and pliable. She sat on the bed and pulled up the panties. They came all the way up over her hips. She picked up the bra and put it on. She fastened it in back. "How do I look?" She asked. I managed to sputter, "You look great." I wanted to touch her, I struggled against the lacing bar, but I was stuck. She started to come over to tease me when she suddenly stopped and winced in pain. "Ow, something is pinching my nipples." She tried to remove the bra, but it was stuck. I told her, "You better finished getting dressed Jessica." As soon as she turned back to the clothes she relaxed. "The pinching has stopped." She picked up the stockings and put them on. She smoothed them up her legs and turned to me to smile. I was really getting turned on. The sheath had come alive and was stroking me too. She put on the boots and laced them up. The dress was next. She loosened the laces in back as much as she could. It was a struggle, but eventually, she got it situated. Her dress had gloves sewn into the sleeves of the dress. She pulled up the skirt and fastened the garter tabs to the tops of her stockings. It was a very erotic sight. She knew she was having an effect on me. I noticed that her face was starting to become flush. She was starting to breathe a little heavier. She fastened the bust in front and then reached behind her and started to tighten the laces. She worked at it for a while, and then would stop and rest a bit. When she had the laces as tight as she could get them, she tied them off. She looked at me and said, "These panties and bra have come alive. It feels like someone is inside them teasing me." She ran her hands over her body. I could tell she was nearing an orgasm. She put her hands up to the collar. She brought the two ends together, but did not push them together. I could see her starting to sway. She let out a gasp and I heard the click as she pushed the posture collar shut. She collapsed onto the bed and continued gasping for breath for a while. "Thank you Mistress, that was incredible," she said. Jessica rested for a few minutes and then stood up. Her face was still flushed. "Mistress told me that I could release you from your punishment corset now." She stood behind me and unlocked the posture collar and the corset. She removed the collar and then started on the corset. It took a while for her to unlace it. Although we were both in heels, she was still a couple of inches taller than me. She reached over my head and released me from the lacing bar. As she did this, she nibbled on my ears. She pulled the corset up over my head. "Wow this thing is heavy. Mistress wants you to go take a shower, but first you must tighten my corset." She reached her hands over her head so that she could be fastened to the lacing bar. I had to press up against her to reach high enough to fasten the straps. The sheath was still stroking me slowly and had allowed me to become erect. As I leaned up against her, I could actually feel myself pressing against her backside. I really wanted to bend her over and impale her doggie style, but I knew that would be a big mistake. Instead, I tried to relax. I untied her laces and went to work on them. Before long, she was grunting and asking me to stop, but I wasn't about to. I ignored her pleas and laced her in as tightly as I could. The sides were still about an inch away from being all the way closed. I tied the laces off and figured I should let her body get used to the new restriction. "I can barely breathe. Please loosen the laces," she pleaded. "Sorry, if I do that, we will both be punished. Believe me, you don't want to find out how much pain Mistress can inflict. I'm going to go take a shower. Don't go away," I joked. She tried to look at me and give me a dirty look, but the posture collar and corset held her rigidly in place. I removed the long camisole that I had been wearing under the punishment corset. At last I removed the boots and stockings. This took a while since the boots laced all the way up. My body felt good to be free of all its bondage. My feet felt funny after being forced to wear high heels for the past few days. I took a long hot shower. It felt good to let the water flow over my almost naked body. I washed myself several times. I was surprised that I did not have any stubble on my legs, chest and underarms. In fact, there was no sign that the hair was trying to grow back anywhere. I tried using hot and cold water to try to loosen up the sheath and ball-buster, but there was no getting rid of it. I finally got out of the shower after my skin started to look like a prune. After I had dried off, the sheath led me back into the spare bedroom. Jessica was still hanging around. The sheath led me over to her, and I knew I needed to tighten up her corset again. She pleaded with me not to do it. I was able to tighten it up the last inch. The corset was completely closed in the back. I closed the flap on the back of the dress and buttoned it shut. I did the same for the flap on the front. Jessica was forced to take shallow breaths because of the corset's compression on her chest. I released her hands from the lacing bar, and she stood there. She ran her hands over the outside of the dress and turned to look at herself in the mirror. "Look how narrow my waist is. It must be five or six inches smaller than normal." She was a fetish artist's dream. In short order, the sheath directed me to collect my black dress with the built-in corset, boots and stockings. Without further prompting, I put on the stockings and boots. Jessica helped me to put on the dress. It was a lot easier with help. She pulled the hood over my head, and closed the posture collar. "There, that will keep you from looking around," she teased. She led me to the lacing bar, and attached my hands above my head. Once they were there, she ran her hands down my body. She stopped her teasing and went to work on the bust and laces. In short order, I was laced as tight as a drum. I noticed it did not take as long to get me laced into the dress. I had not eaten much in the last few days, and I had been wearing a corset almost non- stop for the same amount of time. After lacing me in, she closed the flap at the back of the dress and at the front. She struggled with it because of her gloves. Once she was done, she ran her hands over my body. "I can't believe how this pulls you in and makes you look like a woman." The sheath was letting me get an erection. She reached under the dress and grasped my penis. "If it wasn't for this thing, I wouldn't know that you are a man." She rubbed on the sheath with her gloves and nibbled on my ears. Suddenly she stopped with a jerk and said, "Ow, ow, ow." She grasped her breasts. "This thing is pinching my nipples." She leaned up against me and then relaxed. "I guess I better stop teasing you." She reached up and released my hands from the lacing bar. We turned around and looked at ourselves in the mirror. We looked like a matching set of something. The dresses, collars and boots were exactly the same. The only difference was that she was a little taller than me, and I was wearing a close-fitting hood. Jessica took me by the hand and led me downstairs and then to th