I nodded, and she continued:

- And if you want to attack me, then I warn you - it will be even worse. And I don't want to hurt you at all.

When my hands were free, I really wanted to get rid of the gag, but the girl lightly slapped me on the brush.

- It is impossible! - she said sternly and added, - I will punish!

From a pile of clothes, she pulled out a wide leather strip and lace and told me to fold my arms again, as before. I obeyed, and the girl wrapped them with this strip and began to lace up. Then she fixed the ends of the lace at the edges. Now my hands were in a dense sarcophagus and were deprived of any opportunity to move.

“Black” pulled out the next item and showed it to me. It turned out to be a bra made of latex with clasps on the back and neck. Only he did not close anything. In place of the cups for breasts was emptiness. “Black” began to put this bra on me and tighten the straps until tkkh, until my breasts rose, and my nipples did not stand up. This piece of toilet was so light and thin that I almost did not feel it on the body.

And “Black” was already rummaging through “my” things, trying to find the next part of the “clothes”.

- Oh yes! - exclaimed the girl and shook her head.

She went to the panel and easily pushed it aside. Behind the panel was the simplest toilet in stainless steel. "Black" took me by the elbow, led me there and sat me on the toilet.

“Come to the maximum,” she said, “next visit only in the morning before feeding.” And all this time you will be shut up.

I puzzledly bulging my eyes, but the girl, catching my eyes, smiled and said:

- You will see! And then, you will not be up to it.

I do not know how long I sat on this damn jolt, but the “Black” did not rush me. Though thanks to that. But nothing lasts forever. I had to get up. The girl led me to the sink and washed me with warm water.

- We will continue. - She said and again led me into the camera and led me to the stove bench.

I felt that I obey her unquestioningly. But she always resisted what I didn’t like or did against my will. I jerked to the side, trying to break out of the grip, but “Black” squeezed my hand even tighter and abruptly put it on the bed.

“Do not twitch,” she said calmly. “Even if you break free from me, you will not get further than this camera.” Do you not understand this?

- Yy! - I shook my head.

- Well, you fool! - grinned girl.

Seeing my confusion, she let go of my hand and wagged her finger. I went limp, sitting on a stove bench, and quietly began to cry. "Black" did not even pay attention to my tears, and continued to act. From the pile, she removed ... ordinary tights in a fine mesh and began to pull on my legs, after removing the slippers. The tights turned out to be my size, but there was, nevertheless, one feature in them. A huge hole between the legs, leaving open the ass and lower abdomen.

- Get up! - ordered the girl.

I obeyed, and she pulled the tights on me to the limit, straightening the folds. Now she got something black and shiny, which made a “rubber” sound when groping. These were miniature latex panties. The girl stretched them out and ordered me to stick my legs in the holes.

She lifted her panties to the knees, and I suddenly saw that two rubber phalluses were sewn to the lintel: in front of it was thick and short, and behind it, thinner and longer. “Black” picked up a small tube and smeared these “fun toys” with cream.

“Sit down and spread your legs,” followed the command.

Gags easily entered my holes, and the panties tightly fixed them. And then the girl put on her legs high and half thigh boots made of thin leather and without heels. “What kind of prostitute do they want to make of me?” I thought.

My moderator giggled and turned my back to her. I felt how she gathered my hair in a ponytail, pulling it back strongly, and then fastened it on my head. Rummaging around the neck, “Black” unbuckled the buckle and, finally, opened my mouth. I sighed with relief and wanted to say something, but she pressed a finger to her lips and said sternly:

- Not a sound, slave!

She said it in such a tone that I quickly shut my mouth and threw all the questions out of my head. Anyway, I will not get any answers. And the casterelle continued packing me.

Gathering her hair and freeing me from the gag, she pulled on my head a rubber helmet with slots for eyes and mouth and two small holes for the nose. The helmet tightly cupped my face and head, and the bottom ended with a wide collar to the collarbone.

“Open your mouth,” said Black, holding a large pear in her hand that looked like an enema. A soft pad, wide and long, is sewn to the narrow part of this blu plug.

I gritted my teeth, but the girl deftly grabbed my nose, making it impossible for me to breathe, and I instinctively opened my mouth into which she began to push the gag. Holding the pear with her finger, she tucked the pad under the helmet and straightened it. Then she took another one with straps and, putting it on the mouth slit, tightened the straps around her neck, and one of the forks lifted it upwards and, passing through the loop at the crown, connected it to the neckline.

I shook my head, trying to free myself, but the belts held tight. In despair, I began to whine and twitch, but quickly lost my strength and went limp. And the girl again planted on the bench and began to tie my legs with wide tight straps. At first she pulled my ankles off, then under my knees, and at the end fastened the belt over my boots. With such thoroughness of binding, I even wondered why I did not tie my toes.

But this was not the end. The girl began to wear a thin bag of the same latex on me, while explaining that this bag is thinner, and it will be more convenient for me. The bag was very narrow, and she had to roll it like a condom. But at the top of the bag had a front fastener, and the back - the same pocket for hands, like the one in which I was brought.

Buttoning up the zipper not to the end, “Black” tucked the valve from the slave helmet under the bag and reached for the fastener to the top. Probably, from the side I looked like a mummy, only black and shiny. The bag wrapped around my body, highlighting the breasts and buttocks, tightly pulled the waist and shoulders, tightly wrapped around the neck. But I did not interfere with breathing. And I completed my wardrobe with a wide leather collar with a buckle and a metal ring at the back.

“Now let's put on the apron,” said Black, with a meowing voice, “Do you like apron and aprons?”

I jerked as if discharged by a current. She was right when she said she knew everything about me. Any woman takes this item of clothing is quite normal. Overalls. But not for me.

For the first time I felt disgust for clothes of this kind in early childhood. If I’m not mistaken, it was Thanksgiving, and relatives should have come to us. Mom decided to dress me up in a new dress, which she recently sewed especially for such an occasion.

The dress was really very beautiful. I spun in front of the mirror for a long time, looking at embroidery on the hem, flashlights on the sleeves and something else. Mom came up to me, turned her face to her and put a white apron on me. Then she turned me face to the mirror and tied a large bow behind.

I was numb, and then began to whimper and try to reach the bow to untie it. Mom looked at me, wide-eyed with surprise, and I continued to pull the tips of the straps until they broke. Pulling off my apron, I threw it on the floor and ran into my room, where I sat until late evening.

Then my mother came and promised that she would never wear an apron on me if I didn’t want it myself. Most likely, her father suggested to her.

As time went on, I grew up, but this oddity not only did not leave me, but only intensified.It got to the point that I could not even look at girls waitresses when my friends and I came in ... Read more →