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Tight Fashions 1: Debbie

by The Latex Girl

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Storycodes: F/f; latex; hypno; mc; FF/m; latex; fem; catsuit; hobble; bond; display; M/ff; latex; catsuits; bond; susp; stuck; display; toys; cons/reluct; X

Part One - Debbie

"Tight Fashions" was doing well, very well. In fact maybe a bit too well. Anna had set up the 'erotic boutique' after leaving fashion school. Whilst she had been at college she had started to get interested in the fetish scene. Obviously, being in London, made it very easy for Anna to fuel her interest. By the time she graduated, it suddenly hit her that should could make a profession of her interests and three years later here she was. 

Here she was indeed, her boutique was doing very well. She had mail order going, a lot of respect from her customers and a great deal of interest from fetish mags to feature her work. But, of course, something was wrong. For Anna it was the fact that Tight Fashions was still a one woman outfit. This hadn't been too bad to start with, in the early days when she could only afford to badly pay one person, but now that one person was doing several people's jobs, and Anna was knackered all of the time. 

She decided to place an ad at her old college, put something back into the community in her own little way. It was a bad idea, nobody seemed interested, for the first time in her working life, Anna found herself depressed when people called to place mail orders, rather than to apply for her job. 

And then it happened, Anna picked up a call from a woman called Debbie. Debbie told Anna that she had had some experience working at small boutiques. She could handle a till, swipe visa cards and size customers. Anna was delighted, "Start on Saturday and dress casual", she told Debbie on the phone. 

Anna was very happy for the rest of the week, she thought about being able to take lunch, having real time to work on new designs and to work on some photo shoots. 

Saturday came, Anna hurried to her shop, deep in the heart of Soho. It was a real minimalists dream, completely black frontage, no windows, just the door and the shop name in foot high letters. There was a woman standing by the door, "Ah", thought Anna, "she must be Debbie". 

"Hello", Debbie replied to Anna's gaze at her. "I'm Debbie, you must be Anna". 

The exchanged pleasantries whilst Anna unlocked the shop. Anna entered and turned the lights on. She took Debbie round the small store going through the different areas of stock. 

"This is men's PVC, over there is women's PVC. At the back is men's rubber, next to it is women's. The shoes and boots are over there and the tv stuff is down that wall", Anna remarked mater of factly as they went around the shop. Anna turned to Debbie, she looked very shocked, her mouth was wide open and her eyes were too. "You ought to close that Debbie", Anna suggested, "else you don't know what could end up in it". 

Debbie took the hint and shut her mouth.

"I take it that you didn't know that I ran a fetish boutique", asked Anna. 

"Oh, I knew", replied Debbie," I just didn't think that it would be like this". 

"Oh well, there you go. What do you like then Debbie, bit of rubber, PVC or do you just like bondage? " inquired Anna. 

"None of it", replied Debbie in a rather holier than thou attitude. "When I leave college, I'm going to design wedding dresses. I only took this job to pay off my overdraft. When I worked for Tesco, I didn't do it because I had an interest in food. It's just for the money". 

Anna was quite shocked, she had been hoping for a student with the same interests as her, but look what she had ended up with. "Er, well, that's fine. But please, treat the customers with respect. Some of them will have very different tastes to yourself and you shouldn't be judgmental ", Anna was very keen that Debbie would scare off her clients. 

"Just stay there for a moment, Debbie, I have to dress", said Anna as she disappeared with a bundle of black into a changing room. Whilst Anna got changed, she told Debbie that she liked to dress for the clients, make them feel more at home. Obviously, if Debbie didn't want too, Anna wouldn't force her into it. Though if she could stick to black or dark colours it would be a help. Anna stepped out of the changing room, she was dressed in a black catsuit, with matching gloves, little boots and a big tight belt. 

"And that drives people wild, does it", asked Debbie with a touch of sarcasm. 

"Not too much I hope, I want customers to buy my clothes not proposition me", retorted Anna with plenty of sarcasm. "Besides, you shouldn't knock what you haven't tried", she added. Debbie realised that she was going a bit too far and decided to shut up. 

As the day progressed Anna's fear were allayed. Debbie was a consummate professional assistant, providing each customer with the right kind of advise with their purchases. Anna was quite amused that Debbie could hold two differing views of what she was doing. Maybe Anna should educate her. 

The shop went quiet for a while and Anna seized her chance. She had recently been reading a book on auto-suggestions and hypnotism, now was her chance to put theory in practice. Debbie was arranging some stock, Anna went up to her and started. She couldn't believe her luck, within a minute Debbie's eyes had glazed over, she was under. 

Anna tried something simple, "Debbie, why don't you put your hands above your head", she suggested. Instantly Debbie complied. "This is way cool", thought Anna. "Debbie, stand on one leg", she did it. "Debbie, you will awaken in a moment, and you will remember none of this. However, when you hear me say 'debbieslave', you will return to this state". Debbie nodded in compliance. 

A moment later, Debbie was lucid, she went back into her conversation almost at the point where broken off sometime before. Before Anna could do anything else a couple of customers entered the store. 

Over lunch Anna wondered what she could get Debbie to do that would be both fun for Anna and not too embarrassing Debbie. Before too long, Anna had hit on a solution. Anna picked up an ensemble of rubber underwear that she knew would fit Debbie. Anna left it in a bundle behind the counter, as soon as the shop went quiet, Anna called out, "debbieslave". 

Debbie just stopped, she was just like a mannequin. Anna called her over, she came. "Debbie, go and put these on. You will love wearing them. Once they are on you will return to your normal waking state", Anna ordered. Debbie took the bundle and headed towards the changing room. Anna couldn't believe it, it was just too much. 

A short while later, Debbie came out of the changing room. Standing in a complete set of rubber underwear. She was wearing black stockings, a black corset with garters attached to the stockings, briefs and long black gloves. "You're looking good", Anna called out to Debbie.

"Thank you", Debbie replied," I just love wearing this". 

"Do you want some shoes to go with it?", Anna asked.

"Sure", replied Debbie and they both made their way over to the shoe rack. Quite surprisingly Debbie picked out a pair of ballet boots, "These look lovely", she said, looking at them. Lovely wasn't a word that Anna readily associated with 7 inch, calf high ballet boots, but who was she to argue with Debbie.

"Yes, they are", Anna replied, "Here, come and try them on". Anna plonked Debbie down into a chair and started lacing her in to the boots. Once she was done, Anna helped Debbie to stand, then Debbie started to take small steps around the shop. 

"These feel as good as they look", Debbie called out. Debbie stopped by a rubber dress. "This looks gorgeous, may I try it.", she asked. Anna nodded and went with Debbie in to the changing room. The dress was a full length black rubber number, with tight sleeves and a high neck. It was one of Anna's own creations, Anna had been especially pleased with it, largely because of the built in corset. Debbie stepped into the dress and Anna zipped it up. Then she started on the corsetry. It wasn't a particular tight corset but it was a long one. It took a while to tighten but when it was done, Debbie really did look good in it. 

Debbie spent the rest of the afternoon fully dressed in rubber, she really seemed to love her new clothing. Come the end of the day, Debbie was ready to walk out of the door still wearing it. "Come on", said Anna, "Time to get you back into your normal clothes." 

The went back into the changing room and Anna helped Debbie out of her layers of rubber. Shortly Debbie left the changing room back in her normal clothes. Anna looked into Debbie's eyes and told her, "When I snap my fingers you will remember nothing of your rubber wearing. You will be as you were this morning". With that she snapped her fingers, Debbie shuddered slightly. 

"Did you enjoy your first day", Anna asked Debbie.

"I think so", she replied, " It must have gone by really quickly, I can hardly remember any of it", she added. 

"Do you want to take your pay as money or as goods", asked Anna.

Debbie looked at a skirt on a rack next to her, "Trade money for this", she pointed at the skirt, " I don't think so", she added. Anna opened the till and pulled out forty quid for Debbie.

"Well it's your choice", she said handing Debbie the money. Debbie took the money and thanked Anna.

"Same time Monday?", inquired Debbie.

"Sure", replied Anna. 

"Look forward to it", replied Debbie as she started to leave the shop," But don't think that you're going to get me into any of that though", she added as she disappeared through the door. 

"If only you knew", thought Anna, "If only you knew", as a broad grin lightened Anna's face. 

Part Two - Byron

Anne turned to Laura and let out a sigh. It had only been a couple of weeks since Anne had sub-let some of her shop space to Byron and already she was beginning to regret it a lot. Sure, Byron's ground rent and the extra custom were great, it was just that he was so annoying. 

He had this real thing about going on about how women were wasting their role in the S&M scene. He reckoned there should be a lot more of them enjoying it, it gave women a real chance to be superior in their life styles and so on. Anne and Laura had discussed this with Byron and with each other, on their own, Anne and Laura were both convinced that it was because Byron was frustrated about not being able to find a girl who shared his interests. Not particularly unusual, but it happens. 

Then one slow Monday morning they decided that they should shut Byron up for good. Laura suggested to Byron that if he thought that women had such a good deal out of S&M maybe they should all switch roles and see how they got on. Byron looked very puzzled by this, but after a little cajoling he seemed to start getting more enthusiastic. 

First, Byron pulled out suitable uniforms for Anne and Laura. He selected big, clompy combat boots, PVC combat trousers and tight satin black vests for them. Both girls went into the changing rooms and came out a short while later not looking a great deal less feminine than when they entered. 

Now it was Byron's turn. Laura went over to the front door of the shop and put up the 'out for lunch' sign and looked the door. 

Anne asked Byron to undress, which Byron duly started to do. Laura picked up a large black corset and offered it up to Byron's chest. Both girls nodded to each other and started to lace Byron into it. Anne picked up a pair of silicon breasts and put them into the cups in the corset while Laura slowly tightened up the corset. After a while Laura finished up the laces and measured Byron's now hourglass waist. 

"Byron what size waist do you normally have?", inquired Laura.

Byron replied saying that it was normally about 30 inches.

"Good", replied Laura, "it's now 21".

Anne then invited Byron to bend over, but the restrictiveness of the corset stopped him in his tracks. Laura beckoned Byron down onto a chair, which he could just about get to unaided. 

Laura then gestured to his feet and started to put a latex stocking onto his foot. Anne picked up the other stocking and work that onto his other foot and then up his leg. Once the two girls were finished, they pulled him back up to a standing position and fixed the stockings up to the suspenders on the corset. 

All three of them were then drawn to Byron's erect penis.

"Oh dear, Byron", Anne commented rather apologetically, " Us girls don't have these, we'll have to do something" 

Laura produced a pair of latex pants and Byron stepped into them. The pants had a very thick front. Once they came up over Byron's groin, the thick latex forced Byron's hard on to be considerably less noticeable. Byron nodded with approval. 

Next the girls worked a long pair of latex gloves over Byron's hand and up his arms. When this was done, Laura started to fix a posture collar to Byron's neck, ensuring that his neck would remain upright and forward looking. The neck corset had suspenders for the gloves that Byron was wearing. Duly, these were attached to the gloves to stop them slipping off. 

The girls stopped to admire their handiwork. Byron started to caress his latex covered chest with his latex covered hand. Before had hand too long to get used to his new rubber clothing, Anne gestured him back to the chair. Byron sat down and Laura started to work some more rubber over his legs. As Laura worked up his body, Byron realised that he was now being dressed in a full catsuit. Once Laura was over his knees, Byron was pulled up again so the girls could finish dressing him. The catsuit covered everything and even had an open face mask. 

With all of this on, Laura picked out the biggest pair of ballet heeled boots and started to work Byron's foot into one of them. Byron could feel his leg slowly becoming encased in the shiny patent material of the boot. He could feel it all the way up to his knee. As soon as Laura put the other one on him, he could feel himself being a good deal taller and a great deal less stable on his feet. 

Next, the girls pulled out a long mistress dress and zipped the rubber clad Byron into it. Byron could feel the tightness of the dress all the way from his neck down to his ankles, hobble wasn't the word for it.

Byron's head was then forced into a female face mask and a long black wig was placed onto it. 

The girls then led the teetering Byron towards the display window of the shop. Byron started to protest, but a swiftly applied ball gag soon shut him up. He was hobbled into place in the shop window and then had his legs cuffed together around an upright post. Finally, his hands were pulled behind the post to show off the most of his new figure. His hands were cuffed together and he was then left to his own devices. 

Back in the shop, the girls opened up the shop again and went outside to look at their new dummy. 

3: Payback

Bryon had spent the weeks since his shop front cross-dressing bondage experience in a rather confused state. On the one hand, he had found the whole experience a massive turn on, the whole forced feminisation and public bondage had stirred something deep in him. On the other hand, Byron felt that Anne and Laura hadn't really done it to give him a wonderful experience; it had just been a side effect. Naturally Bryon felt that he should get his own back and the package that had just arrived at the shop he shared with Anne and Laura would allow him to do it. 

"What's in the box?" Laura asked as she came in through the door and saw Bryon examining it. 

"Oh, it's a new slave suit that I got sent on approval from Demask", Bryon replied using the Demask reference like some kind of special feature. "They're not on general sale yet apparently, but they would like me to try them out and give a road test I suppose", Byron continued. Anne stuck her head up over the counter where she had been tidying things up and asked what was so special about them. 

While Bryon read out the product guide that was a photocopy of a fax of a translation, Anne and Laura started to pull the contents out of the box. Rather annoyingly for Bryon, the last sheet of the instructions were missing, they only seemed to go as far as dressing the slaves in the suits. Anne pulled out one of the suits to see what it was all about, it looked like a normal rubber suit, but there was no zip, so it must be a neck entry model. Also, the suit had ballet pump boots worked into the feet, with an overlaid set of laces. The suits also had attached mittens, though they looked more like flippers and two very obvious dildos. Ever the stickler for detail, Anne even noticed the nipple stimulators. 

While Anne was doing this, Laura picked up a hood. It didn't seem nearly so complex as the suit, just a pull on hood with an internal gag, nose holes and covered eye pieces a bit like mirrored sunglasses. Anne had a look at the sizing information on the label of the suits; they were both a size 12 with size 5 shoes. 

"What a coincidence," she exclaimed, "they're our sizes", she continued digging Laura in the side with her elbow. 

"Bloody typical", replied Bryon, "I get sent a load of flash rubber ware and you two are the only people it fits. I suppose you'll want to try them on", he continued. 

"Well, it seems a shame to waste them", reported Laura, and with that, the 'out to lunch sign' got put back onto the door and the two girls went off to the changing rooms followed by Bryon with the box. 

Bryon explained to the girls that the suits were designed to be worn with the hoods inside, so they would have to be put on first, which was easy enough for the girls. Next Bryon and Anne started to help Laura into her suit. Everything seemed to be a lot harder than with a normal suit. The attached pump boots were difficult for Laura to work her feet into, but after what seemed like forever, she managed to slot her feet home in both boots. While Bryon helped Laura with the suit, Anne started lacing the boots up until Laura's feet and ankles were firmly lashed in place. 

Next Bryon and Anne worked Laura's arm in to the sleeve of the suit. It was quite strange the way the sleeve just tapered out, forcing Laura's hand into a flat, shiny black flipper. The process was then repeated with Laura's other arm. Before the suit was finished off, Laura worked the two dildos home. Both Bryon and Anne could tell they were in place by the loud grunt that Laura let out through the nostrils of the hood. Finally, Bryon smoothed the neck of the suit out to match up with the neckline of the hood; Laura was now well and truly sealed in. 

Laura pointed back to the box, Byron had a look in and found a 3 piece body harness that must be part of the ensemble. It consisted of a thick latex corset and an attached posture collar and chastity belt. Laura stood spread-eagled and Bryon began to work the harness onto her. Firstly he worked her into the corset, it wasn't particularly restrictive, but Bryon made sure that there wasn't too much play in it, giving it a good tight lacing and closing the buckles as tightly as he could.

Next was the thick latex posture collar, which had to be laced into place and then strapped to the corset with a pair of long straps one at the front and one at the back. Finally, the chastity belt, again this was made of thick latex, requiring the front of the belt to be brought through the crotch and buckled shut at the hips. The belt was the strapped to the corset with two pairs of short straps at the front and the back of the chastity belt. Byron knew that making the chastity belt a firm fit would push the dildos home for Laura, as he tightened the straps, he could hear Laura snort her appreciation. 

Laura's suit made her pretty useless for helping Anne with hers, so Bryon was left to do all of the work for her: helping her into the ballet pump boots, working her hands into the flippers of the suit and working the neck into place for complete coverage. Finally, working Anne too into the body harness. 

Eventually, Anne was done too and she and Laura started to inspect each other, caressing each other with their useless flippers and doing what any pair of self-respecting bi-women would do in that much rubber. 

Bryon watched them playing for a while and went back over to the near empty box to try and find the last of the sheets of the instructions. Bryon was thinking of ways he could get the two girls back now, he could bind them in the window display or just leave them to it, there's no way they could get out of those suits. Still searching, Bryon found the last page of the instructions under a flap of the box. Quickly he read though it to see if there was anything important that he had missed with the other pages. The instructions stated that the articles were on loan from Demask and any damage would have to be paid for. 

Then Bryon started to read something that brought a huge smile to his face. It turned out that the suits were for long-term slave punishment, as the suits had an airtight seal between the hood and the suit. Apparently, there was a glue-like compound on the hood, which would become adhesive when the hood was next to the matching suit. The glue would set, making it very difficult to get the suit off. The natural body heat of the wearer would slowly weaken the glue, but Demask were pleased to announce, that it would take between 24 and 48 hours before the glue had weakened enough to make the suit removable. In addition, the suit hand flippers made it impossible for the wearer to remove anything; buckles, zips and so on. 

Finally, the document mentioned the new steel weave latex process that the suit used. It was a bit like a type of steel had been weaved into the suit as it was made to stop the suit being easily torn, or cut with a knife or scissors. 

Bryon wasn't quite sure what to do. Eventually, he managed to get Anne and Laura to stop playing with each other and explained the situation. It was difficult to assess their reaction as they couldn't say anything, the gags prevented it, and Bryon couldn't even see their eyes under the mirrored lenses. 

"I've got an idea though", he exclaimed almost triumphantly, and picked up some bondage items. He continued, "This will sound really weird, but it may work. Do you want to try?" 

The two girls just shrugged their shoulders, as it was pretty much all they could do. Bryon explained that the glue's lifespan was temperature dependant. The hottest part of the shop was the large glass display frontage; it was like a big greenhouse. All Byron needed to was put them in there for the rest of the day and there was a good chance that the heat would stop the glue. 

Laura walked over to the entrance door to the shop window. Bryon went through into the display window and pulled the modesty curtain across the window so that no one would see his window dressing. The display window was of their last display: a Saint Andrew's cross, and a couple of mannequins in leather bras and panties. Bryon beckoned Laura over the Cross and she slowly went over to it and allowed Bryon to strap her to it. Bryon made sure that Laura was tied to the cross as tightly as possible and Laura knew it.

Next he beckoned Anne into the display window. The only other thing in the window that Bryon could use to immobilise Anne with as the inverted body tensioner. It consisted of two thick spreader bars, one for the ankles and one for the wrists, set in what looked like a swing frame. The wrist spreader was attached to the floor of the frame and the ankle spreader was attached to the top of the frame with a winch. Normally, the body tensioner could be used with the body the right way up, but Bryon thought that it would be fun to leave Anne hanging around ­ she deserved it. 

Byron got Anne to lay down under the tensioner frame and put her wrists and ankles into the big, thick leather cuffs of the spreader bars. Then he started winching, first he took up the slack and then slowly, Anne's ankles started to lift off the floor. Byron kept going until Anne's boot heels were nearly touching the top of the tensioner frame. Her body had been pulled quite taught, with her hands just clear of the floor. 

Before Bryon pulled the curtain back for any passers by to see, he went off to find two large pieces of cardboard. On one he wrote 'Anne Smith ­Manager, Tight Fashions' and on the other 'Laura Jones ­ Assistant, Tight Fashions.' Byron placed each board next to the suspended women, a bit like some kind of art exhibit. And with that, he opened the curtain so the girls could see their public. 

After a couple of hours, Byron got bored so he rang up the Evening Standard newspaper and the free London magazines to tell them of the wonderful publicity stunt that Tight Fashions were pulling.

Naturally, Bryon had started to make his way home way before the camera men turned up. 



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