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Outfit
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The Outfit
The civilization had died over 3000 years ago. They were a very exotic
and erotic people. The artifacts that were discovered were incredible, and
Lori couldn't help but be a little curious. No one was allowed to handle any
of the artifacts until they could be inspected, but she just had to examine
something which had been on her mind all day.
She entered the cargo area and immediately found what she was looking
for, since she had placed it there earlier. It was late, and nobody saw her
take the box back to her quarters.
The box was a mystery to the others, but not to Lori. They spent hours
trying to open the box, and used every device available to do so, but had no
luck. It was made of a strong material that wasn't in the least bit damaged,
even after all the attempts to break it open. Lori slid a complex looking
key out of her pocket and inserted it into a hidden slot on the box.
She found the key 2 weeks ago, and kept it as a souvenir-- not even
knowing it was a key. As she was inspecting the box earlier today, she
accidentally discovered a hidden opening. A small plate slid to expose a
keyhole when the proper pressure was applied to other areas of the box. The
chances were incredibly slim that she found the keyhole, but it had
happened. She knew now that she had found a key 2 weeks ago, and that it
belonged to this box, because its shape matched that of he keyhole. The key
was about 5" long, and slid smoothly into the slot. It clicked, and Lori
turned the key. The box clicked again, but still wouldn't open. She turned
the key further, and after the 3rd click the key wouldn't turn any further.
She then tried to lift the top of the box, and it opened. It was heavy, and
she had to use both hands to lift it off. She couldn't believe what she
found. Clothing! Why someone went through so much trouble to lock up
clothing was beyond her. It was made of a silvery black, very shiny
material. The clothing was appropriate for the people; it was very erotic.
There was a long corset which went from the hips all the way up over
the breasts, with a wide corset choker attached to it from the back, a pair
of shoulder length cloves with heavy boning, and a pair of thigh length
boots with heels around 5 inches high. She had never seen anything quite
like this, and spent an hour inspecting every inch of the clothing. It
looked as if it were made from the inside, because what very few seams there
were existed only on the inside. It was smooth and slick on the inside as
well as the outside, and very heavy. She slid her hand down into one of the
boots, a it was smooth and slick as far as she could reach-- to the tip of
the very short pointed toe. The outfit looked as if it had never been worn,
since the bottoms of the boots were not even scratched.
Finally, she couldn't control herself and had to try the clothing on.
She stripped completely and picked up the corset. It was shaped like an
hourglass, so small in the middle that she knew she would never be able to
get into it. To make it more difficult, it needed to be closed from behind.
She placed it on herself where it should be, and the attached choker
around her neck, but couldn't come close to getting the opening around her
waist to close shut. The corset was at least 6 inches too small for her to
close, even when she used all her strength trying to pull it shut. She sat
down and slid one of the boots onto her foot. To her surprise, her bare foot
slid easily into the boot. It was a little snug, and the toes were extremely
tight and pointed. She slid the other boot on and stood up. The heels were
quite high for her size 6 feet, but she was able to stand. They were snug,
and heavily boned inside. She then slid the gloves on, and they went up to
her shoulders.
The clothing was pretty restrictive, and she couldn't imagine what it
would be like if the corset were closed. It must have been made for someone
with her similar size, except for the waist. The corset was very small. She
could walk, to her surprise, but the stiletto heels made it difficult. The
material squeaked slightly like leather, and the stiletto heels clicked when
she walked. She stood and looked at herself in the mirror, shocked. Never
had she worn anything like this. It made her look incredibly erotic, and the
heels were higher than any she had ever worn. They made her legs look
incredible, and her feet look small. She tried to stand higher on her toes,
but the heels lifted only a fraction. These were as high as she could
possibly ever wear.
As she stood and looked in the mirror, she noticed that there was
something remaining in the corner of the box. It was a small disk about the
size and shape of a dime. She picked it up and held it her gloved hand, and
noticed a barely visible button on one side. She squeezed the disk, and upon
doing so it clicked and the corset contracted around her waist and locked
shut. The choker did the same around her neck. The boots tightened around
her ankles, and also above and below her knees. The toes of the boots
tightened as well. The gloves tightened around her wrists, as well as above
and below her elbows, and became snug around her hands. She almost fell down
with the shock.
After she regained her balance, she walked back to the mirror and
noticed how small her waist was. The corset was so tight that she could
hardly breath, and walking was a whole new experience. The tops of the boots
and gloves were now very snug against her skin. The corset felt like a
second skin, as did the boots and gloves near the top. She reached around
her tiny waist and tried pulling the corset open, but it was locked shut,
and very tight. Lori frantically pushed the button again and the clothing
released to it's original position. The corset made a loud pop, similar to a
balloon exploding, and nearly flew off with all the tension suddenly being
released. She sighed with relief and held the silver disk closer to looked
it over carefully. It was obviously a locking mechanism for the clothes.
Lori wondered why it was necessary to lock the clothing on to the wearer,
but remembered that the people were very erotic. A push of the button and
the clothes locked tight again. She walked back to the mirror and couldn't
help but be aroused by her own appearance. It was a very provocative outfit,
and the designers definitely had that in mind.
In the very top of the corset in the middle was a barely visible
pocket, and must be intended for the disk. She slid it into the pocket, and
it fit perfectly. The outfit thrilled her, and Lori knew she had to have it.
She walked over to the table and removed the disk. The box would have to be
returned, but she would keep the outfit. She placed the disk on the table
and walked back to the box. When she was about 10 feet away from the disk,
the clothing unlocked. The corset loudly snapped open and made Lori jump. A
safety measure, she thought. If the disk were lost, the wearer would be able
to remove the outfit. Logical, since it was probably made of that
indestructible material--similar to the box, and if the wearer were to lose
the disk, it would be impossible to remove the clothing. Even the people who
made these items couldn't damage the material, Lori thought. How
interesting. Lori sat down and removed the corset. Then the gloves, which
were fairly snug. She then pulled the boots off with difficulty. The
clothing was intoxicating, and she didn't want to remove it, but she had to
return the box to the cargo area. She picked up the lid and placed it back
on the box, and turned the key in the opposite direction. The box clicked 3
times, and the key slid back out. Nobody would know the contents were
missing.
The halls were still empty and she no difficulty carrying the box back
to the cargo a. She returned the box to it's original position and quickly
returned to her quarters. It was getting late, and she needed to be getting
some sleep.
The night seemed to last forever, and Lori didn't sleep well. When the
morning finally arrived, she packed her belongings. The mission was
complete, and she was finally heading home. She left her quarters and was
met by Roger, one of the other archaeologists. "You look nice today! Heading
home?", he asked.
"Yes. It was exciting, and I'm glad I was chosen to go, but I'm glad
to be back. How's it going with the stuff we recovered?"
"Well, we've been trying to analyze the material that everything we
have found is made of, but haven't had any luck. It's completely
indestructible. Even a plasma torch wouldn't do anything. If getting it the
same temperature as the sun doesn't work, nothing will. I just wish I knew
how they made it. All the stuff seems to be made of the same material, too.
There's even a tarp of some kind that has the same characteristics, but it's
flexible. I wonder how they did it? There is absolutely nothing that can
damage it."
"That's interesting. I wouldn't mind having a few things made out of
that material!", Lori replied. She had a few things now, she thought.
"Me, too. Everything would last forever, which explains why it's the
only thing remaining of the people."
"Well, good luck with everything! I need to be going. I'll be keeping
an eye on the media for the results of the find.", Lori said as she walked
to the exit, full of excitement.
"Ok. Thanks for everything! Take care.", he replied as he continued on
his way.
Lori returned to her apartment 4 hours later and unpacked. She was
tired from the drive, and from not getting much sleep last night, so she
relaxed on the bed and fell asleep for a few hours.
There were a few things she needed to get done that day, and she felt
much better after the nap. Shopping needed to be done, so she got up and
made a list. The outfit was on her mind, and a crazy idea entered her head.
She opened the bottom drawer of her dresser where she put the outfit earlier
and removed it from the drawer. It was calling to her, and she couldn't
refuse. She removed her clothes and was about ready to put on the outfit
when an idea occurred to her. A pair of nylons would sure be nice to wear
under the boots to help them slide off easier, so she got a black pair out
of another drawer and pulled them on her legs. The boots slid on easily and
felt much less uncomfortable in the toes. Lori placed the corset around her
waist and neck. The gloves she could do without, Lori thought. She slid the
disk out of the corset and pushed the button, but nothing happened. She
pushed it again, but the clothing didn't lock shut. "What's the matter?",
she said, and looked at the gloves still lying on the bed. She slid her
hands into the gloves, and pulled them up to her shoulders, and pushed the
button. The clothes locked on. The locking mechanism obviously wouldn't work
unless the entire outfit was worn. She became more intrigued, and aroused. A
pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt left only the bottom of her boots, her
gloved hands and the top of her choker showing. Her jeans were way too big,
since the corset took at least 6 inches from her waist, so she found her
tightest pair and a belt. They were still a little baggy, but the belt made
them look acceptable.
"This is going to be fun!", she said as she put the disk into her
corset and walked out the door.
The malls and stores were crowded, but she still had fun in her new
outfit. The tightness of her corset caused her to walk with a sway, and the
5 inch heels compounded her difficulty walking, but she felt wonderful. She
wanted to shop all day, but her feet were killing her. The corset was very
tight and hurt her waist and back as well, so she decided to go home.
Upon entering her apartment, she set her bags down and went into her
bedroom. The disk was safe in her corset, and slid out when she reached for
it. She pressed the button and the corset exploded open loudly, causing her
to fall back onto her bed. Her entire mid-section hurt for a few minutes,
then passed. She had been wearing the outfit for over 5 hours. The gloves
were snug but slid off after struggling with them for a few minutes. The
boots slid off easily, and she sighed with relief when her feet were finally
free of the tight pointed toes and stiletto heels. She sat and rubbed her
feet for about 10 minutes, and looked at the bottom of each boot. They
weren't even scratched, even after walking miles on pavement. The clothing
was obviously made of the indestructible material. When she stood up, she
had to get used to not being in the stilettos and the corset-- and the
forced sway. After about an hour, she felt normal again.
Every time she left her apartment, Lori wore the outfit. She devised
many cover-up outfits to disguise the outfit, and she found herself getting
out and doing things a lot more often now. Even going out and taking long
walks for hours at a time. She wanted to wear it always, but after long
periods of time her feet and waist would begin to hurt-- intensely if she
ignored it-- so she was forced to remove the outfit upon returning home.
Lori returned home one evening after being out most of the day, and
the outfit wasn't bothering her too much, so she left it on after taking off
her other clothes. Never had she gone so long in the outfit; 10 hours had
passed since she put it on. She later got ready for bed, and was still
wearing the outfit, so she crawled into bed, still wearing it. It had never
crossed her mind to wear it to bed, and the idea excited her for some
reason. She turned out the lights and immediately fell asleep.
Lori woke up around 3 am with severe pain in her chest. She knew she
would have to remove the corset, so she turned on the light and got out of
bed. When she stood up, the pain lessened. She rubbed her waist with her
gloved hands for a few minutes as the material squeaked like leather. The
pain faded and her chest felt much better. As she began walking around the
apartment, her back cracked a few times, then she felt fine. Upon returning
to her room, she felt very little pain, so she turned off the light and
crawled back into bed and fell asleep.
The next morning she woke and got out of bed. The outfit was still on
her body, and she had forgotten that she was even wearing it until she
rolled out of bed and her stiletto heels met the floor. It thrilled her that
she went so long without removing the outfit, and she became extremely
aroused. She felt the corset with her hand and rubbed her chest. It excited
her immensely. She placed her hand below the corset and began rubbing
herself, and fell back onto the bed. The excitement was incredible. She
breathed heavily and rubbed herself between her legs, harder and harder. Her
gloved hand slid smoothly on her nylons, and an orgasm exploded-- lasting 20
minutes as she continued to rub herself. She lied on her bed for an hour,
recovering, and thinking about what just happened. Nothing like this ever
turned her on so much, and she was in heaven.
The day passed, and the outfit was still locked onto her body. She was
tempted to wear it to bed again, but thought she had better remove it since
she had been wearing it for over a day and a half. The disk as still in the
corset, and she slid it out and pressed the button. The corset loudly
snapped open, and everything unlocked from her body. This time, the pain in
her chest was unbearable, and she wrapped her arms around her chest and
waist trying to relieve the pain, but it wouldn't stop. She squeezed the
disk again and the clothing locked shut. The pain slowly faded away. Lori
sat on her bed, breathing heavily, rubbing her waist, and wondering what she
was going to do. She knew that she couldn't leave it on. After rubbing her
waist and chest for about 20 minutes, she tried again, and pushed the
button. The corset snapped open and her chest exploded with pain. She
screamed and tried to relieve the pain, but it got worse. The disk fell out
of her hand and onto the floor. She tried to bend down, but the pain was
unbearable. She lifted her foot and used the high heel on her boot to push
the button. She stood on the disk and it clicked. The corset locked shut,
and the pain slowly faded away once again. Lori picked up the disk and put
it into her corset pocket. Her chest was still a little sore, so she rubbed
it for a while before crawling into bed. She lied there, thinking about the
outfit on her body, and what she was going to do, and finally fell asleep.
The morning arrived, and Lori crawled out of bed. Nothing woke her up
last night, and the corset was still locked tightly around her waist. She
placed her gloved hands on her waist, and realized that she could almost
close her thumb and index finger completely around her waist. Her feet hurt,
so she rubbed them through the boots, and the pain faded. She had to try
again, and had an idea. She walked into the living room and removed the disk
from her corset, placing it on the table. Then she quickly ran towards her
bedroom as fast as her stilettos would take her, and the corset snapped open
as she fell onto her bed.
She lied there squeezing her chest, rolling around on her bed
screaming, as the pain exploded through her. The disk was in the other room,
and it was impossible to get to it in her state of pain. All she could do
was stay on her bed and fight the pain. After about 10 minutes, it slowly
started to fade, but she was still in a lot of pain. She continued rubbing
her chest, and after about an hour she could sit up. Even thought she still
hurt, she was relieved to finally be free and pulled the corset from her
body. Lori pulled the gloves and managed to work them off her arms. Then she
slid the boots off her feet, and they immediately began to hurt, but it was
nothing compared to the pain earlier, and it faded in a few minutes. She
rubbed her feet for a while then stood up. Her calves were stiff from being
in the stiletto boots for so long, so she had to walk on her toes until she
could stretch her calves better. Her back cracked every few steps for about
an hour, and she sighed with relief with each crack. She returned to her
room, sat down and peeled off her nylons. They were damp from being sealed
between her legs and the boots. She fell back on her bed and fell asleep,
relaxed.
The outfit and the people who designed it were on Lori's mind. She
decided to make a call to Roger at the lab to see if he had any news. In her
purse she found the number of the lab, and made the call. "Hello Roger! It's
Lori. How's everything?", she asked.
"Hello there! Everything's going well. We're slowly figuring out a few
things, but most of it is still a mystery. We've been working nonstop trying
to analyze that material, but have pretty much given up on it. A friend of
mine in the nuclear testing area tried a few things with it as well. He
placed one of the smaller artifacts in a reaction chamber and exposed it to
both a fission and a fusion reaction. The artifact wasn't damaged at all.
It's incredible. Also, the material has some other strange characteristics.
The tarp we found was unintentionally left covering a fallen leaf from a
plant in one of the labs. When we discovered the leaf under the tarp, we
found that the leaf didn't age. The other fallen leaves were all old and
dried up, but this leave looked as if it had just fallen. With further
testing, it was discovered that the material prevents aging and growth of
new cells. This stuff is incredible. And remember that box that we couldn't
open? Well, one of the guys found some sort of keyhole in a well hidden
compartment. We can't find any key, but a small section of the lid to the
box slid off when he tried to pick the lock. It exposed some strange
pictures and writing. The pictures are of a beautiful woman holding a coin.
Quite strange, really."
Lori swallowed hard.
"What does the woman look like? What is she wearing?", she tried to
ask calmly.
"I'm not sure what she's wearing really. Her waist is very small
though, and she's wearing really high heels. We're trying to figure out the
writing and have had pretty good luck with it. It a coin, and being in total
control. It mentions that something is completely impossible without a coin,
and the word 'impossible' is heavily stressed. It seems pretty meaningless
really."
Lori took a deep breath. She knew what it all meant.
"Wow. That is bizarre. I'd like to know what else you find out. Maybe I'll
call back in a few weeks."
"That would be great. We should have more answers by then. It was
great hearing from you. I'll talk to you in a few weeks then. Bye!", he
replied.
"Goodbye.", she said as she hung up the phone.
Lori sat and thought about the conversation she just had. Being locked
into the outfit, and at the mercy of another person to remove it. At least
they designed the outfit such that it couldn't be accidentally locked on for
life. And the material prevented anything from aging. That explained why
there was no odor when she wore the outfit for long periods of time, and her
nylons never wore out. She thought of how terrible it must have been to be
unable to remove the outfit. The words 'impossible' stuck in her mind. It
meant that the people created the outfit such that is was completely
impossible to remove without the disk. Lori shuddered at the thought.
Lori didn't want to think about the outfit; it scared her. All she
could imagine was a woman locked into it, and totally helpless to remove it.
They were a strange people, and probably destroyed themselves.
She went 2 weeks without wearing it, but was getting anxious. She had
to see it and feel it again. The more she thought about it, the more excited
she became. Feelings of arousal were stirring within her, and the pleasure
it had brought her. She had to see it again. It was in the bottom drawer of
her dresser, as gorgeous as the day she first had seen it. She removed the
outfit from the drawer and set it on her bed. There still wasn't any sign of
wear. The locking mechanism was such a mystery, and she looked at the
opening on the corset trying to see how it locked shut, but had no clue. She
rubbed her hand across the corset, along the outside, then the inside, and
held it against her chest. Her breathing became heavy, and she unbuttoned
her shirt and jeans. She removed her shirt and slid her jeans off, and held
the corset against her bare chest. It felt intoxicating, and she sighed
loudly. In the top drawer were a pair of new black nylons, and she quickly
grabbed them and pulled them up her legs. She slid the boots on and up to
her thighs, and rubbed her hands down the shaft of the boots, stopping at
the stiletto heels. She stood up and took a few steps in the boots.
At first, she used to have difficulty walking in the high heels, but
after hours and hours, day after day, she got used to it. The corset was
next, as she picked it up and put it around her chest. She was getting so
excited that she forgot about the fear and pain it had caused. The gloves
slid up her arms up to her shoulders, and her breathing and heart rate were
racing. She slid her hand down the front of her corset, and slowly rubbed
herself between her legs. Her breathing increased as she began losing
control of herself. She worked the disk out of her corset and pressed it,
and the outfit locked tightly onto her body. She screamed with excitement
when the outfit locked shut and rubbed herself faster. She dropped the disk
and fell onto her bed, climaxing, rubbing herself faster. The contractions
lasted about a half hour as she continued rubbing herself, then slowly
stopped.
Lori lied there relaxing, fully content. She would wear the outfit
again, but would remove it at the end of the day. The same mistake wouldn't
be made again. The disk was on the floor somewhere, so she began searching
for it. It was near the dresser, and she picked it up and put it into her
corset.
Lori spent the entire day in the outfit, and had a wonderful time. The
forced sway of her walk, the sound the outfit made as she walked, the sound
of her high heels, just the feel of the outfit excited her. It would never
wear out. Her feet hurt that evening, as did her chest, so she would
definitely take the outfit off. She slid the disk from her corset and
squeezed it. The corset exploded open, and the gloves and boots loosened.
The shock of the corset exploding open was something she would never get
used to. She rubbed her chest a little as she sat to remove her boots.
Just as she was about to pull them off the phone rang. She stood up
and ran to the phone, dropping the disk on the way, but the phone stopped
after 1 ring. She turned around and bent down to pick up the disk in the
middle of the floor. As she walked back to her room, she stumbled slightly
and the disk slid between her fingers. She grabbed for the disk as it fell,
and knocked it into her right boot. Her hand went after the disk, but she
could feel the disk slide down between her nyloned leg and the boot. It slid
over her calve and hit the surface of the boot where the heel of her foot
rested. Then it slid down the arch and stopped under the ball of her foot.
She carefully lifted her foot and the disk slid further to the pointed toe
of the boot. The tip of her toe was barely touching the disk. Standing only
on 1 foot, she lost her balance and placed her right foot back down to
regain stability. The disk clicked and was drawn further into the toe of the
boot as it tightened, and the clothing locked onto her body.
"No!", she screamed as she fell to the ground and pulled on the right
boot to remove it, but it was locked onto her foot. She pulled harder, with
all her strength, but it didn't budge. Her heart was racing as she continued
pulling, screaming with fear. The boots could never be removed without the
disk, and Lori knew that. She stood up and tried shifting her weight to
activate the disk, but couldn't even feel the disk anymore. Next she began
kicking her heel downward to knock the disk loose, but she still couldn't
feel the disk. It was tightly locked into the pointed toe of the boot. She
tried pulling the gloves off, but they were locked on tight as well. She
reached around her back with both hands and tried to pull the corset open,
but she could hardly get her gloved fingers between the corset and her skin.
After working her fingers under the corset, she pulled as hard as she could.
It didn't move at all. She tried to peel the gloves from her arms again, but
they were locked around her elbows and couldn't be slid off.
She sat down and shook. She was terrified. There was nothing that
could remove the outfit from her body except for the disk, and it was locked
tightly in the boot where it could never be activated. The distance between
the disk and the outfit would never exceed a few feet-- not nearly the 10
foot required for the safety to unlock the outfit. She tried again to move
her toes and feel the disk, but it was no use. It was too tight to feel
anything.
Lori sat for over an hour, trying to accept what had just happened.
Fear ran through her body, and she was in a state of total shock. She ran
her gloved hands across her tight corset, then down her boots. Her body
shook because she knew she was locked into the outfit for life.
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