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Pinky checked everything was laid out on the dining table in the correct order,getting dressed was going to be hard enough without struggling to find anyparts of the outfit. H er boyfriend Jerry, correction her Master (she wouldreally have to get used to thinking of him as such) was relaxing in an armchairwith a little smile on face.

The reason that he was smiling, was that tonight Pinky would have to proveto the world (or at least the H igh St. , Fulham part of it) that she was his ?sub'. That she was totally subservient to his wishes and would do anything he requested.

It had all started a when she had met Jerry two years ago, they had been livingtogether on and off for just over a year. Over that time Jerry, shit sorry ? Her Master? had slowly introduced to bondage and then mild pain. At first shehad resisted, when the levels of bondage and pain had increased and twice nowshe had tried to leave him. The first time she had stayed away for two weeksbefore begging him to let her come back. The second time, a month ago, shehad only managed three days before she again begged him to let her come back.

This time though he made conditions, if she came back she must obey him unconditionallyinside and outside the flat. She would have to be his sub in public and inprivate.

For the last month she had been preparing for her first public outing. H erMaster had laid out the rules; there would be no halfway measures, she wouldwear the outfit of his choice.

This evening Pinky was to be her public outfit as ?Pinky'.

H er Master had planned it so that everything about her outfit would embarrassher and make her stand out from the crowd. H is first decision had been thecolour. Pink, she hated pink, she had always hated pink, it was a girlie colour.Before she had met him, Pinky had been a goth . All black, black doc martens,black tights, short black skirt, ripped black top, black makeup and jet blackhair. Jerry (damn), her Master had slowly teased her into more feminine clothesand different colours. But she had steadfastly refused to wear anything ofany shade of pink.

On her last return, her Master had decided to change her name from ? Tom my'(Jane Tom kins ) to Pinky. She could not fight him, she could not leave himagain she needed the bondage / the pain / the control. So she became Pinky.Early on her Master had decreed that from then on she would wear mostly pink,not just any pink but blush pink, Barbie pink, girlie pink. H e knew she detestedthe colour, that's why he made her wear it. H e also ordered her to dye herhair blonde and wear it in a high Barbie, bouffant style. H er makeup whichwas previously, all dark colours, was now pinks and reds and light blue's .Pinky hated herself every time she looked in the mirror, but knew she had nochoice if she wanted to stay.

The last month she had spent all her spare time preparing her outfit, herMaster had asked that she wear her normal ?bedroom' gear covered with extraclothes to preserve her modesty and stop her being arrested. Pinky had sewnan ornate hobble skirt and a short jacket and covered a long line bra, allthese items were in blush pink. She had been wearing a waist cincher nightand day and had reduced her waist six inches from her normal 29? to a breathless23?. This made her figure stunning, as she was a big girl 5' 10 ? , 168lbs,  40? Dand 38? hips. She hated the corset it was so restricting, she could not bend,breath and it dug in under her ribs. She had also being wearing high 6? heels,although she had not seen the shoes or the corset for tonight's outing as Jerry(??. Master) had handled those.  

Pinky went back upstairs and sat down at her dressing table, sitting downat the low stool was uncomfortable in the tight cincher and the high-heeledboots. First she undid the high collar of the frilly pink massively befrilledfloor length peignoir, that her Master insisted she now wear in the bedroomand around the house while not dressed, it was a totally over the top witha high frilly neck and dripping with lace at wrists and the edge. It was buttonedall the way down the front to about mid-thigh with multitude of small buttonsand woe betides Pinky if her master found any of them undone.

There was two reasons for this:

• She could not close the buttons at the waist without the cincherbeing fully laced and as such if she was wearing the peignoir the cincher hadto be tight laced

• The collar was high tight and filled with bones and as such Pinkyhad to go round the house with her head held high to stop the bones diggingin.

Pinky absolutely detested the Peignoir and as such he was most strict andmade her wear it every morning and night.

First she trowelled on a heavy pink tinted foundation, next she drew on eyebrowsmuch higher than her normal and then several shades of pink and light blueeye shadow. Next she glued on an enormous set of false eyelashes and then layeredthem in heavy black mascara, the false lashes were cumbersome and she had troubleseeing past them. Then came the bight pink lipstick that stood out from thefoundation like a beacon.  Earlier on she had teased the blonde hair upinto a bouffant and set it hard with a full can of hairspray. Pinky pickedup a deep stiffened pink ribbon with a large 6? wide Pink bow attached to it,she carefully wrapped it around her bouffant hair, she pinned it at the backand then hair gripped it in eight places around the bouffant. Using a handmirror to judge, at the back she pinned several smaller pink bows from crowndown to neck. The last touch was the large earrings which had 3? wide pinkbows attached, especially picked out by her Master.

Finished at last, she viewed herself in the mirror, grimaced, and thought

?Was Jane Tom pkins really still under there somewhere?

She struggled to her feet, the low stool, the high heels, the tight cincherand the frilled peignoir all causing her problem. Slowly she unbuttoned allthe little buttons of the peignoir and then loosened the waist cincher andrubbed her sore ribs. This morning he had made sure it was fully tightenedbefore he left for work. Pinky then bent down and unlaced the 6? heeled ankleboots, that he made sure she wore in the house, the reason being that she couldnot just slip them off the way she had being doing with pumps. She was notreally happy in high heels, competent but prior to moving in Jerry ( ooops ? Master), she had worn flat shoes or Doc Marten boots.

Now naked Pinky visited the toilet before going back downstairs, she had afeeling that it would be many hours before she had the opportunity again, lastlyshe sprayed herself all over in a pungent cloying flowery perfumed body spray,it smelt like something her grandmother would wear on bad day. Back downstairstwo new items had been added to the table a large butt plug and some smallnipple clamps. Next to her Master's chair was large zipped holdall, which Pinkyassumed contained the missing parts of her outfit. With a sigh Pinky went backupstairs and fetched the lubricant. The butt plug was the largest she had sofar used and inserting it caused her a great deal of discomfort and left herfeeling bloated. Back downstairs she then picked up the high waisted , longlegged extra firm control panty briefs, in effect a girdle. It was very stiffand to make matters worse it was two sizes to small.

Pinky inserted her legs and dragged them up to her thighs, and there theystuck. She grasped the top and slowly jerked and twisted them up to her waist.Jerry stood and indicating to Pinky that she should pull the front, he stoodbehind and jerked up the back. Pinky gasped as the gusset was pushed upwardsdriving the butt plug deeper. The briefs were really tight and they crushedPinky's minimal belly to nothing. Jerry resumed his seat, and Pinky moved backto the table feeling the butt plug even more intensely due to the tightnessof the panty briefs. She then picked up the stay up stockings and with somedifficulty sat down and smoothed each one onto her legs.

Standing with even more difficulty, Pinky returned to the table and pickedup the  pink longline bra.

There came a short cough from her Master and she quickly put down the braand picked up the nipple clamps.  Pinky had deliberately avoided themas although they were small she knew they were very uncomfortable if worn forany length of time. She grimaced as she carefully attached them to her largenipples.

Moving even more deliberately now, Pinky picked up the longline pink bra.Itwas an original fifties cone bra. She had carefully covered it in the blushpink material and had even had to pad the cups as the cups were to big evenfor her 40?D breasts.

She pushed her arms through the wide straps, hoisted her breasts high intocups the and strained to fasten the 7 hooks at the back, wincing as she putpressure on the nipple clamps. H er bosom was now about 4? higher and  6 ? bigger,due to the padded cups and the much shortened straps. H er view of the floorwas now severely restricted by the two missile nose cones thrusting out fromher chest.

The sound of the zip on the holdall, made her turn and her Master drew outa long pair of pink boots, when the heels appeared Pinky gasped they were full7? stiletto heel, with a ballet toe. Pinky started to say something, somethinglike she could not wear them, she could not walk in them, they would show belowthe skirt, people would see her.

H er Master held up his hand to stay her outburst,

?We agreed that it would be bedroom wear?

Pinky could not really argue, even before she left the last time, her Masterhad made her wear ballet boots most nights, a short pair of ankle boots, butstill with ballet heels. She had eventually managed OK on them, except forthe stairs, which she had to take on her knee's . These boots though were somethingelse, they were thigh high with double lacing and blush pink patent leather.

H er Master held them out and Pinky walked over and took them, she walkedback and sat on a dining chair and placed her feet into one of them. The lacingwas out except for the last few holes and Pinky began to slowly lace it. Theholes were close and double with two laces one pink and one white, as she progressedup the ankle, she felt her calf muscles being pulled taut and thought thatthese might be slightly steeper than the ones upstairs. She had to keep movingher head from side to side to see downwards through the long thick false lashes,after ten minutes she had managed to get up to her knee.

?Make sure they're tight or there wont be enough lace to get to the top?

Pinky reached down and started from the bottom, pulling each loop tight.  Afterhalf an hour she had nearly reached the top, which covered the leg of the pantybriefs and came within an inch of the gusset. She then realised that she wasstill short of lace, she reached down again and started tightening from thebottom, she found that the sides had to meet and the tightness at the kneeswas making her leg rigid.

At last she finished and they were so tight that a roll of flesh was forcedat the top. She then started on the second boot. After another twenty minutesshe had finished and using the back of the chair as support , levered herselfupwards. Although she was used to ballet heels, the tightness of the thighhigh boots gave her little movement at the knees and she had to move this wayand that to keep her balance.

H er Master indicated that she should parade around the room, and Pinky madea slow stuttering tour, making straight-legged short 6? strides and strugglingon the turns. When she got back to the table she picked up the hobble skirt.This was no ordinary hobble skirt ie just a tight tube of material and it hadstretched her sewing skills to limit with plenty of mistakes and restarts.The basis was a tight skirt of heavily lined pink satin with flat pleats allthe way down the front that would hold legs clamped together from hip to knee.The pleats were held flat by lacing all the way down, to each of the lace crossoverswas attached a small pink bow. At the bottom was an enormous flounce of pinknetting, which stuck out 18? all the way round. Just above the flounce wasa tight 4? pink band, with a massive a massive 18? wide bow at the back. Thebows continued all the way up the back of the skirt, starting small at from4? wide, until the one at bottom level was as wide as her hips. H er hips wouldbe extra wide at this point as she had carefully sewn in 2? of extra paddingon either side to accentuate them, into the bottom was sewn even more paddingwhich Pinky thought was a definite overkill as she thought her bottom was enormousas it was.  She hated the skirt, not the hobble, she was use to them asall her skirts, (she was now never allowed to wear trousers) were very longand very tight. No it was the prettiness, the girlishness, the sweetness, thefrilliness and above all the pinkness.

She unsteadily let herself down onto the chair, and tried to reach down, toput the skirt on but could not reach, the ballet heels were to long. So shescrunched up her knees tight to her stomach forcing the butt plug even furtherupwards and touching the bra with her knee's and disturbing the nipple clamps,grimacing with pain she struggled to guide the skirt over the stiletto heelsof the ballet boots. With some difficulty she managed and thrust her legs intothe tight skirt, and took the pressure off her breasts and her anus. She drewit up and ruched it until the heels appeared and then stood up using the tablefor support and reached down and eased the skirt up and over her hips. Theskirt was intended to stop at her hips so that it would not add any inchesto her waist. Balancing unsteadily on the skyscraper heels. She reached behindand fastened the numerous hooks and eyes that closed the skirt. She reachedacross and found the large bow and stretched it across her padded bottom tohide the hooks and attached it to another set of hooks.    

She turned around for approval and her Master again signalled for her to paradearound the room. She thought she managed quite well, even though her legs werenow pinioned together from hips to knee by the pink skirt and she could onlymanage tiny steps, the ballet heels would not have allowed her much more anyway.She slowly moved around the room with wide flounce swinging dramatically withevery tiny stride. As she completed the circuit, she heard the zip again andlooked over to see a rolled corset being extracted from the holdall. As expectedit was pink, but the length surprised Pinky. It looked twice as long as hercurrent waist cincher.  

H e held it out and Pinky slowly tottered over reached for the corset andwas surprised at the weight and the stiffness. H er Master made no attemptto help her into it and so leaning against the table for balance, she unrolledit and the heavily boned, pink satin corset came into view. With some difficultyPinky wrapped it around her torso and adjusted it so that the waistline seemedcorrect. The bottom sat just on her hips, just above the large bow on her bottom,the top sat just below her raised bosom, She started to clip the busk together,but soon found that the laces were not opened wide enough. She swore underher breath and undid the lower clips, removed the corset and pulled the laceswide and was surprised to see that there was now at least an 8? gap at thewaist. She re-balanced herself, fitted the corset again and started fasteningthe clips once more, she got slightly worried at the waist, thinking of the8? gap at the back as she struggled to fasten the clips. At last she had the10 clips fastened and straightened up. Even loose the corset felt much morerestricting than the waist cincher.

Seeing that no help would be forthcoming, leaning heavily on the table shereached behind and started pulling the loops tight from the top and the bottomtowards the middle with one hand, pulling out the excess lace out from themiddle with her other hand. Eventually she could pull it no tighter with justone hand and she looked over her shoulder for some help, her master did notmove, just pointed to the fireplace. And said,

?A master should not have to help his sub., that's not part of the deal.?

Pinky knew what he wanted, next to the fireplace was a large hook, she hadused it before to help lace the waist cincher when her master was out. H oldingthe surplus lace taut, she struggled vertical and holding the other hand outfor balance teetered over to the fireplace and reversed up to the hook, andlooped the surplus lace over the hook. She then moved slowly forwards untilshe had taken up the tension, rolling forward on miniscule toes of the pinkballet boots. Looking over her shoulder and using the mirror beside the hookto guide her hands, she resumed pulling the loops through again, leaning forwardto keep the lace in tension. Soon she was becoming breathless and the corsetbecame unbelievably tight. Not just at the waist like the cincher but alsoat the hips and ribs as well.

She eyed up the gap left at the waist,

? Two inch gap?, she thought, ? that leaves another about one inch to go,but this thing feels as tight or even tighter than my cincher, she thoughtgood thoughts about what she had previously considered a torture?.

?Master are you sure this a 22? waist, because it already feels very tight?

?I don't remember saying it was a 22? waist, it is actually a 21? waist andif you are to wear this?

Master then pulled a wide leather pink belt out the holdall,

?It must be fully closed at the waist?

?But I have never been below 23 inches, I can't jump 2 inches in one go?

?Oh, I think you can, we have plenty of time, our table is not for anothertwo hours yet?

Pinky looked at the clock and saw it was still early; she tied off the lacesand tottered over to the sideboard to get the tape measure from her sewingbox. It slipped out her hands and she automatically reached down to pick itup, the corset had other thoughts and refused to let her bend. She turned roundto ask for help, but he deliberately avoided her eyes. Taking a firm hold onthe sideboard, she forced the tight ballet boots to bend at the knee, the corsetforced her to keep her back perfectly straight and as such she had to pivotunsteadily on the tiny points of the rigid ballet boots. The act of bendingreminded her of the butt plug's presence and she quickly snatched at tape measureand picked it up, the tension built up in hobble skirt, boots and the corsetforced her back up too quickly and she stumbled heavily against the sideboardand struggled against the unfamiliar compression of her ribs to get her breathback. Panting heavily she looked daggers at her master, who seemed to be enjoyingevery second of her discomfort.

When Pinky had got her breath back, she tried to measure her waist, but therewas no way she was going to be able to read it directly she could not bendforward due to the rigid corset and anyway she could not see downwards pastthe two mountains that now resided on her chest. Not to be beaten, Pinky movedslowly back to the mirror, her masters eyes following her as her skirt shimmiedbelow her sharply indented waist. In front of the mirror she held the tapemeasure tight and read off twenty three and a half inches, That meant two andhalf inches to go.

Slowly she turned and throwing the tape on the table and nearly losing herbalance in the process. Tottering wildly she grabbed the mantelpiece to steadyherself. H er Master made no effort to help her and this made Pinky angry,she pushed off back to the hook, unknotted the laces and hung them over hook,walking quickly forward she tugged at the laces and spreading her legs as wideas the skirt would let she tipped forward on the ballet boot toes to increasethe tension, the laces jerked through eyelets and Pinky gasped as the corsetcrushed her waist, not giving up she reached behind her and pull the loopsthrough above and below her waist. Finally Pinky could take no more, and grippingthe free lace tight, she inched her inclined toes forwards, until she got backon the heels of the ballet boots. Panting rapidly, her massive bra cups risingand falling, she tied off the laces and turned to him.

?Well is that enough?

H e shrugged, and pointed

?Now your laces are not even and it's loose at the top and the bottom?

Pinky looked in the mirror and saw that the over tightening at the waist hadforced the busk away from her body at the top and the bottom. She sighed andonce more she backed upto the hook and repeated the tightening process. Therewas now no way Pinky could see if she had succeeded and she kept looking acrossat her Master until he nodded. With some relief Pinky backed up, unhooked andtied off. The stretching round to reach the higher loops had made her shortof breath and now the corset was even tighter across her ribs and she he struggledfor air, and stood for a minute taking short pants . She also rubbed the corsetat her waist and ribs with both hands to try and ease the tightness, it didnot help and she could not even feel her hands through the tight boning andheavy fabric of the corset.

When her panting had slowed she turned her Master and he held out the belt,Pinky slowly minced over to him and grabbed the belt. It was made of stiffleather about 3? wide and was covered in the same blush pink patent leatheras the ballet boots. There was no buckle, just a slit and a matching hasp withan unlocked padlock hanging from it. The front of the belt had the word Pinkypicked out in pinky -red rhinestones and in between the n and the k was a solidmetal half loop.  Pinky held the belt with a look of disgust on her face,but eventually she wrapped around her waist, the hasp nearly met the slit buthowever hard she tried , she could not make it meet.

H er master, sat through all this offering no help.

With a screech of annoyance, Pinky tottered back to the hook, loosed the knothooked up and pulled forward once again, this time she did not jerk as thetightness of the corset after the last tightening was really beginning to makeit self felt. Eyeing up the one-inch gap remaining at the waist, she slowlyleant forward and eased the loops through until the gap had closed to justhalf an inch. She eased back, gripping the laces tightly, unhooked and knottedthe laces. Still panting rapidly, Pinky tried the belt again, and the haspslipped through the slip, turning to the mirror she centred the ?Pinky' tofront, middle and then clipped the padlock closed.

?What do I do with all this extra lace ?

Pinky indicated the yards of lace trailing behind her, her Master held upa pair of scissors, he made no move and Pinky had to flounce over to him toget the scissors and then chop the extra lacing.

?While you're here you might this?

H e held out a massive a pink frilly bow at 18? wide?.

?The bow attaches to the belt to hide the padlock?

Pinky gave back the scissors and took the two items. She reached behind andclipped the bow to the belt and it stuck out either side of her harshly constrictedwaist. She then examined the neck corset, this was new, she had never wornanything like this before. It was pink leather and only lightly boned, butshe could not see how she would manage to lace it on her own. Then her masterstood up and took her arm.

?Kneel down?

With her master's support , she pivoted forward on the ballet boots, and thenhe took all her weight until she was on her knees, the tight leather of balletboots squeaking under the strain. Pinky knelt straight upwards, the unbendingcorset not allowing her to slouch. H er master fitted the neck corset and itforced her chin up, the rim of the neck corset then swooped upwards under herears and higher up the back   of her neck. H e laced until it becamerigid and Pinky's chin was forced upwards and she sought for air. When he wassatisfied he grabbed her arm again and hauled her up, holding her tight hespun her around grasped her waist and pulled her forward, squeezing the braagainst his chest, crushing. Pinky yelped as she was powerfully reminded aboutthe nipple clamps.  

?And now the jacket?

Pinky pushed off, wincing and staggered back to the table, gasping for airagain. When she had calmed, she picked up the jacket. It had taken her weeksto make and still she had needed help from a retired seamstress down the road.It was in pink satin, with pink trim. It was a short bolero reaching to justover the top of the corset, with a cut out to allow the cone bra to thrustthrough, it would have had a loose 2? stand up collar, which would now be tightover the rigid neck corset.  It had massive puff sleeves that were stifflypadded; these narrowed down to the elbow where the sleeves became incrediblytight and were fastened by closely packed loop buttons, at the end of the sleeveswas a froth of pink lace which would stand out from the wrist like the skirtflounce. The front, above and below the cutout was closed by the same buttons.Following the theme of the skirt , the padded sleeves which stuck out  4? upwardssideward and forwards were decorated with pink bows, starting small at theelbow and getting larger at the widest part of the padded shoulders. The hiddenfeatures of the jacket were that it had been cut short across the back so that,Pinky would have to pull her shoulders way back to get it on, also the innersof the puff sleeves were sewn to the bodice of the jacket so that she wouldbe unable to raise her elbows and as with the skirt there was 2? of paddingfrom under the arms downwards to make her waist look smaller.

Pinky could not get the jacket on without help, and as such her master hadmoved around behind her and she handed him the jacket. Putting her arms lowand behind her, he guided her arms in to the sleeves and worked them up herarms, moving round to the front he dragged one shoulder of the jacket overher shoulder forcing it back and then the other. This forced her shouldersback and propelled her cone breasts out even further. H er Master carefullyfastened the top buttons, while Pinky fastened the lower ones, her Master finishedand stepped backed while Pinky took an age. The buttons were small, close packedand fiddly, her reach was restricted by the fixed upper sleeves and she couldnot look downwards due to the neck corset or peer downwards due to the oversizedfalse eyelashes. Getting nowhere by feel, she gave up and tottered over tothe mirror and still took a long time to finish the front buttons using thereflection. She then started on the sleeve buttons, which were nearly impossibleone handed.

H er Master made no effort to help until she was nearly down to her wrists,he then picked up the pink leather gloves from the table and came over, holdingout her hands, he forced the tight gloves onto her hands, at her Masters requestPinky had modified these as well, the fingers were sewn together to the firstknuckle and the thumb was sewn to the first finger all the way down, makingher hands practically useless. With some difficulty he forced them onto toher hands and then buttoned them closed at the wrist. H e then finished buttoningthe tight sleeves of the jacket over the gloves and arranging the wrists flouncesso that Pinky could hardly see her hands even when she held them up.

H er Master returned to table and picked up the jacket collar, this was alarge ruff of the same material as the skirt flounce with a stiff deep collar.H e fitted it around the neck corset and the ruff nearly covered all of theneck corset. The stiffened flounce stood out 6? all the way round. H er masterfirst adjusted the angle of the stiffening wires so that it stood straightupwards at the front so that it covered Pinky's eyes.

?Well what do you, think ?

Pinky replied in a muffled voice

?I don't think I will be able to walk on my own or eat Master?

H e then laughed and adjusted the angle so that at the front it was levelwith her chin and it then rose until it was vertical at the back framing herface. Next came some broad pink ribbon, this he wrapped around and around Pinky'sneck and then tied a massive frothy bow in front that was so big it was widerthan the neck ?ruff'.

?OK, lets see how it looks?

Pinky started off around the room, but soon lost her balance and stumbled,the neck flounce and the lack of movement in her arms for balance on top ofthe hobble skirt and the ballet boots was too much. Master jumped to her aidand with support , Pinky was much more stable and she flounced around the roomwith many tottering tiny steps. Master led her round to the mirror.

Pinky looked in the mirror and saw her reflection, she was totally appalled.She looked completely tacky. The two flounces along with bows made her looklike a heavily wrapped pink toffee. The whole pink outfit with the flouncesand the bows made her look like Barbara Cartland on acid. What would peoplethink when they saw her.

?By the way get used to that corset as the cincher is now going in the binand that your new daily corset?

Pinky groaned, she would not be able to do anything, bend, sit down, breath.

?And you better keep it laced tight so that you can manage the next one whichis already on order and that has got an 18? waist?

What was he trying to do kill her, she would never be able to manage an 18? waist,she could not breath at 21?.

? Lets finish off then?

H e came up behind holding the leather wristlets, anklets and chains thatwere kept in the bedroom.

H e fastened the wristlets above the wrists flounces and attached the chainto one side, passed it through the belt half loop and across to the other wristlet,the chain was so short that her wrist was dragged to the belt loop. When theother wrist was attached, Pinky found that there was enough chain that shecould only hold one arm straight with other tight against the belt loop. He then bent down and fitted the anklets; the ankle chain would not affect herstride, as it was not short enough. Pinky was glad that the anklets would notbe on view as the flounce covered them. Or they were, until her Master pulledout another chain, clipped it to the ankle chain and then pulled it tight tothe belt half loop. The tight vertical chain pulled the flounce high and theankle chain and anklets were displayed.

And the she looked up and saw her master holding the ball gag, he opened hermouth to say something and he forced in the large pink ball and then pulledthe ball gag strap around her cheeks and fastened it behind her neck in frontof the ruff.

H er Master then pulled up a chair beside Pinky to give her support whilehe went upstairs to get showered and changed. Pinky stood quite still and quiet,the now tight ankle chain would not let make a stride. The ball gag restrictedher breathing even more and she snatched air through her nostrils. Pinky wascrestfallen the addition of the chains and the ball gag had completely takenher aback. She did not know how she would cope with the attention of walkingup the street with them attached. She could not help but draw attention inthe pink outfit ,  but the chains would be just awful.

After fifteen minutes he came back down, stood behind her, and viewed herreflection in the mirror over her shoulder. Pinky noticed that he could onlyjust see  over her shoulder. Master was a big man 6ft 1? but with the7? heels, the padded shoulders ,  big collar and the bouffant hair helooked small. From the tips of her ballet toes to the top of bouffant hairstyleshe must be about nearly 7ft tall.

Master moved in front and unclipped the vertical chain so that Pinky couldmove. H e pulled out the body spray and sprayed Pinky liberally all over, includingher hair. H e then led her over towards the door.

Pinky was thinking,

?This is it, the whole street was going to see her in this pink monstrosityand even worse with chains and the ball gag.?

H er Master stopped her and said,

?I think the chains and the ball gag are a bit much for Fulham?

H e took them off and then handed Pinky a long handled frilly pink parasol.

?Well off you go then?

?What do you mean??

?You will take for ever getting down to the H igh Street in that skirt andheels, I will follow you in half an hour?

Pinky sort of nodded and gulped, she had been expecting at least the supportof her master on her first excursion, but it was not to be. H er Master guidedout of the front door and then shut it behind her.

Leaning heavily on the parasol and holding her other arm out as far as therestrictive sleeve towards the wall, Pinky started her slow progress, she couldnot where her feet were landing as her view was blocked by the frilly ruff,and the stiff neck collar held her head up high. She made slow steps feelingevery step, even a small crack in the pavement caused her problems.

A old woman came past and stopped and gazed, Pinky just hoped she would thinkshe was an eccentric and tried to ignore her. She kept her eyes forward andtried to speed up to walk, but the restrictive outfit kept he progress slow.

Pinky thought of the future with her Master, she knew she would have try tobe at ease in the Pink outfit, even though it  made her cringe. If sheshowed any major dislike of the outfit in front of him, she just knew he wouldmake her wear it again and again. But in the back of her mind she already knew,that he knew she really loathed this pink abomination and it would see a lotof use in the future. Pinky by name and Pinky by dress.

And so Pinky makes her slow mincing progress down the street, her view restrictedby the massive eye lashes and the pink net ruff, her neck squeezed by the highneck corset, her shoulders and upper arms pinioned by the tight jacket, hermassive breasts jutting out in front her, her waist crushed by the heavilyboned corset, emphasised by the by the extra padding above and below the waist,her stomach  flattened by the too small girdle. H er legs were squeezedfrom crotch to toe by the tight laced ballet boots and pinioned together bythe heavily lined hobble skirt.

She tottered along on 7? stiletto heels, her progress emphasised by the swirlingflounce the bobbing movement of the padded shoulders, led by the cone bra,jutting inches in front of her, finished by her massive bottom, padded andforced backwards by the tight girdle and boned corset. She was a fantasy inPink and covered in bows, something out a cartoon, straight out of a  Feydeau  farce,one thing is for sure if you ever see Pinky you will not forget her.