High heels, rubber corset, boots, denim fetish stories

...Suzy put her legs in the stirrups, putting her in a slightly bent position, similar to a position one is when sitting in a car. She tied the numerous straps securing her legs in, four on each leg: ankles, below and above the knee and at the thigh.

She then pulled tight a strap around her waist and another one just below her breast. Her arms, the wrists already linked, were pulled down and linked on a ring at the base of the seat then a strap was used to tie her elbows together.

Suzy removed the gag and added another hood on top of the one she already had. This one came in two halves and was very thick, fastened by six buckles. It had a built-in blow-up gag with breathing tube and dark lenses over the eyes. When tightened around her head, she felt it heavily compressed, as in a vise. It made her hot.

Suzy then plugged a hose to the breathing hole of the gag

The collar was replaced by a wide posture collar, combined with the rigid hood, it rendered her head totally immobile...

...He chose a pair of Guess non-stretch jeans, mid-rise and a white shirt and asked her to put them on.

She came out of the bathroom with the shirt on, obviously extremely tight as it molded her body to perfection, showing all the features of her breasts and the sculptural shape of her upper body as well as her engulf delicate arms in the tight sleeves of the shirt. But she was dragging her feet on the legs of the jeans, stopped at the hips.

"It won't go any higher. I told you it wouldn't fit." She said with a sigh, hoping he would give up on his tight jeans gig.

Instead, he asked her to come closer and to turn around. He grabbed the jeans by the side and started to pull, effectively lifting her off the floor. She stayed of ice...

...Nobody noticed when she suggested the rubber suit at first, stating that it would be the best thing to seal the subject. How come a little flow of air sensed through a thick spandex catsuit could disturbed that much the test subject.

Everybody believed in her suggestion that a pair of high heels shoes would put the test subject into more or less a weightless-like position.

Nobody questioned her perception of feeling through the thick latex skin, and they all jumped at the conclusion that an inflatable suit might be the solution, and nobody noticed that she took the ad showing the inflatable suit from a rubber fetish magazine...

It went on for about 10 days. Then, the mannequins were packed and shipped. Karen ended up on a display window on a high fashion store in Paris. She could see the Eiffel Tower from her location. Every few days, she was dressed with the latest Roberto's fashion, clothes she could never afford. People were staring at her on the street and were marvelling about the clothes and at how the mannequin was lifelike. If only they knew. That was Roberto's way of business. His lifelike mannequins should not stay in the same place for more than one month. Since each mannequin had a unique posture, it seemed logical not to bore potential customers.

The game ended with a big cheer! They had won, which meant that they were heading for the series! Karen was happy and jumping around, rejoining the rest of the cheerleaders. The first game was the next Friday evening.

The week had gone by quickly. It was now the first game of the series. As the players were getting their last instructions, Kitty the mascot, was doing her show, inviting the crowd to do the wave, fooling around with the cheerleaders, in short, doing her mascot job. For this game, she wore thick platform sneakers, jeans and a leopard skin spandex leotard. Yes it was humiliating for her, and Suzy seemed to enjoy it very much. She made sure the mascot tripped and fell as she walked close to her.

She felt a tug on her left arm and turned her head as much as the stiff steel collar allowed it. It was Lynda, the clerk of the store, still dressed with her very tight light blue rubber dress, clear rubber stocking and white spiky heels platform shoes. She was looking straight at her, articulating softly her words, knowing that Karen was pretty much deaf under the thick rubber hood

The woman walked away, each step clicking hard on the floor. She was wearing a glossy black PVC floor length raincoat. She heard it shuffle it to remove the rain, then she walked back to the kitchen.

At first, Lynda thought she was dreaming. The woman walking toward her had long blond hairs held in ponytail, and was wearing a complete black leather outfit. It looked like catsuit. Her waist was slim and appeared stiff as if she was wearing a corset. The leather was very tight fitting all over her body, and her hands were gloved. Her feet were encased in 5 inches stiletto heel boots going up just below the knee and tightly laced. She had a dominant look, and Karen realized that she was facing a dominatrix of some sort.

She waited there, standing up, hands cuffed in her back. To her it seemed like hours. Maybe it was, she had no way of telling it. Finally, she heard footsteps. Sounded like high heels. Her blindfold was removed, and she was face to face with a tall black haired woman. She was wearing a full black leather catsuit with studs everywhere. Her hairs were strictly pulled back in a bun. Not a single loose hair was visible. Karen saw that her two mates in travel were also there. The lady walked back to a desk at the other end of the small room. She leaned against it, showing her 6 inches heeled boots. They were so shiny that Karen could almost see her reflection in them. She found strange that a prison guard would dress like that. She began, from a strong, cold voice.