Tight. Sooooo tight… Not just bodysuit tight, but debilitatingly tight. Like
la’ck in the balls debilitating. lt was clear almost immediately that the add-
ons designed to make the suit ‘s wearer a dominant sex goddess were never
coming. In their place. the painful squeezing brought other sensations;
wealmess that sapped his strength so badly he could barely stand, crippling
self-doubt and fear of another…his mistress. Lucy approached, grinning
victoriously…
Now this… ‘ she tilted her head to one side to catch Felix’s confused
expression, ‘…this lean dominate. What? You thought you were going to live
out your fantasies on your terms ?’ She grinned mischieviously as her
boyfriend tried to cry out in protest, only to find that the suit modulated his
voice into a pathetic squeal. He sank into a squat, no longer able to stand,
and propped up only by the spiked heels. he gave another little squeak as
the tiny little corset wedged even further up between his perfect new
asscheelcs. The scandalous outfit felt like it was being swallowed up inside
him. ‘Everything so far has happened because I wanted it to. every step
carefully dictated by me to lure you to this point…just think about it. And
every pretty little step from here forward will too be because lsay so?!
Say…can you feel it yet?’
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What?’ but even as the words came out of his mouth in a weak moan, he
lmew. The heat he felt wasn ‘t just from the immense tightness of the suit.
something else was at work. He fumbled feebly with the keypad below his
arm before realising he only lmew the code to his own bodysuit. The heat.
the desire ignited from within him, an insatiable itching for sexual release
relentlessly instigated by his second sla’n ‘s hidden features. He pressed his
thighs together around the suit ‘s very tightest point and the epicenter of the
new sensations. ‘What is this thing doing to me?‘ he gasped…moaned, ‘…h-
h-help me!?’
Oh no dear Felicia, you don ‘t give orders anymore… ‘ he had never seen his
girlfriend so self-assured, ‘…if you want your release, you ‘re going to have
to earn it!‘ She swatted his butt just above the top of the stocla’ngs and his
taut skin stung. Lucy gestured towards the corner of the room where a
vacuum cleaner was waiting next to a feather duster. Felix turned back
limply to his girlfriend, who was now holding up a French maid outfit. ‘…and
when we ‘re done, my place could do with a clean too. If we get done in time,
we can take you to a club later to ‘release ‘ you. I’m pretty sure it’s fetish
night and you sure look dressed to impress!‘ Felix shuddered at the thought
of the kind of people who typically went to those nights, he ‘d heard rumors
of all sorts and loolu’ng like this, there was no way they would keep their
hands, or worse, off him. And yet…he trembled with excitement, his smooth
crotch starting to feel sopping wet inside the vinyl corset. Did he feel like this
because of the effects of the bodysuit? Or…did he feel this way because Lucy
was finally taking charge over him in a way he could only have dreamed of?
But most importantly…did he even care?