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Britney hobbles over to the sink to start doing dishes, grunting in frustration through the ball gag. Meanwhile, you start looking through the cupboards for what food is on hand. What kind of dinner does she want? You have a sinking feeling that this might be some kind of test. With a sigh, you open the fridge and see a ton of food that wasn't there before. You pick out some chicken and start it marinating in a bowl while Britney starts making a salad. About halfway through making dinner, Britney's ball gag comes unlocked, and she pulls it off, gasping in a big breath of air through he mouth.
"Oh my God, that was getting painful," she says. She looks down at the hobble skirt and ballet heels. "How am I supposed to do much of anything like this? You saw, it took me, like, five minutes to get across the room in this thing."
You shrug. "I don't know. But at least your nipples aren't sticking out like little radio knobs. Two days ago I didn't even have nipples bigger than a little bead."
"We have to find a way out of this," Britney says, "What if we can sneak up on her?" suddenly, Britney gasped, then wheezed as her satin dress shrank and changed to black leather, then changed into a leather corset, forcing her to stand ramrod straight, and thrusting her breasts up and out. There was another click and a little lock appeared on the lacing of the corset, locking her in. She groaned.
"I guess this means she doesn't even have to watch us to punish us," you say. You let out a sigh of defeat. "Come on, let's get her dinner ready."
Once the chicken is in the oven, a delightful smell radiates through the kitchen. Britney, with your help, puts the salad in the fridge until the chicken's done. You soon sit down in the chair again, and Britney carefully lowers herself into a chair as well, but she doesn't seem very comfortable.
"My feet are killing me," you say. Suddenly, you feel the heels of your shoes raise a little. "Oh, come on! I can't even complain a little?" In response, your shoes raise a full inch. Britney lets her head fall back.
"This is a nightmare," she says. The way she's sitting and laying her head back throws her breasts out enticingly. You feel flushed again, and then feel a corresponding tightness from your breasts. You look down and see they're straining against your dress, as they've grown at least another cup size.
"It's going to be a long night," you say. Then, an idea crosses your mind. You smile. "Maybe Mistress would like some wine with her meal."
Britney looks at you, but then notices your sly grin, and notices that your dress tightens up into a corset as well, making your bigger breasts and giant nipples that much more visible. "Good idea," she says. A collar appears on her neck and locks. There's a single loop in the front. You surmise that is likely where a chain goes.
"But we're gonna have to do a lot of things right or we'll wind up completely immobilized," you say, trying to breathe as the corset squeezes the breath out of you, and cinches your waist.
"Okay, Missy," she says with a wink, "Let's pamper Mistress Laurie just like she wants." With some effort, Britney manages to stand again and hobble over to the cupboard where the wine glasses are kept. You open the fridge to find a bottle of white wine, still corked.
After setting the table in the ornate dining room, and laying out an excellent chicken dinner with salad, Britney's collar vanishes, and the corset turns back into a regular maid's dress. You find your corset vanishing as well, and your heels become more comfortable. Your nipples and breasts even shrink a little. But you both know you'll have to be very careful, or the slightest mis-step in your plan could backfire with horrible consequences.
Written by Anon
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