Ms A

My heart raced as I heard a sound behind me. Was somebody there? Or was it just my imagination? With the blindfold on, there was no way that I could tell. With the ballgag strapped in firmly, there was no way I could shout for help.

I groaned in discomfort, and continued shuffling along in little mincing steps. I didn’t have a choice - the 5 inch heels made it impossible for me to walk normally! 

As I calmed my mind, the full aspect of my situation came flooding back to me. My chest felt uncomfortable due to a tight pink bra and glued-on breast forms. My waist was crushed by a 22 inch corset, giving me feminine curves. Pink satin panties encased my bottom. A white garter belt with six supenders held up a pair of white thigh high stockings. On top of all of this was a sparkly and frilly pink satin party dress. The puffed sleeves were ridiculous. The hemline was already short, but this was made worse by the huge petticoats which made the skirt flare out further. A blonde wig was perched on my head. My arms were painfully held behind me in a tightly laced white armbinder.

From the outside, I was a completely helpless vision of pink and white. I might have been mistaken for a real girl in distress, if my outfit wasn’t so over-the-top. But closer examination would reveal all the intracies of the fake breasts, an adam’s apple concealed beneath the high collar of the dress, and worst of all, the extremely small chastity cage and huge butt plug that were held in place by a harness, which itself sat hidden underneath my frilly panties.