It had all started so well.  A chance to be with Patchouli, the queen of the goths.  Even when it turned out I was just the entertainment, I thought it all might still work out, somehow.  But this woman, Madam Anastacia had become involved.  Somehow, this scary dominatrix woman had been the wild card that had turned it from an, albeit humiliating, game of dress-up, into something from nightmares.  It was only supposed to be a makeover!  Instead, they'd taken every bit of hair from my body below my eyebrows.  The chemical I'd used had left my skin slightly reddish and very, very sensitive!  (Or maybe it was me being stupid enough to apply it twice when the bottle specifically said not to do that.)  Between the lack of hair and my sensitive skin, it was like every touch was multiplied.  I could feel the air moving past my skin.  And even a delicate tap felt like a very painful slap.

You'd think that would be enough!  But at the direction of Anastacia, they had dyed my dirty blond hair into an artificially doll-like Barbie blonde!  To really take things over the top, they had started weaving in and attaching long, long pieces of Barbie blonde extensions!  Now, I was far from an expert, and this was my first time seeing hair extensions, but even I knew they'd used far too much.  I had enough hair for four women, and combined with the ridiculous length... It tumbled all the way down my back so that it tickled the backs of my knees if I looked up!  It was so heavy!  It felt like there was an anvil hanging off the back of my head!

And you'd think that would be enough!  But now, they had taped my hands into useless flippers and told me they were taking off my cuffs.  But they also told me that if I 'caused trouble' while I was un-cuffed, I was going to get a spanking!  So much worse, Anastacia demonstrated with a single solid spank with her BITCH paddle.  And let me tell you, I don't know if it's because Anastacia was really good at spanking, or if it was because my skin was so, so sensitive right now, but that single spank hurt worse than anything had ever hurt in my life!  It was like a fire had been lit on my backside!  And I knew there was no way I would risk upsetting Anastacia and getting a proper spanking.

That resolution had lasted less than 5 minutes.  Because now that the hair was out of my eyes, now that I was standing and led to the table where they had laid out the clothes they were intending to dress me in, now that I finally had a clear look... My mind just went 'NOOOOO!!!  I must escape!'.  And I did!!

The looks of shock on the faces of the ladies as I turned to race from the room was almost worth it.  Obviously no one was expecting it.  I quickly bounced past Anastacia, then turned a corner to step around Raven.  Ivy tried to grab at me, but I easily eluded her making it to open space.  I might've been barefoot, but most of these ladies were still dressed for an evening at the club.  Between skirts and heels, I knew there was no one there who could catch me.  I was moving like lightning, my cape of hair flapping behind me as I raced.  I just had to get out this door and I was gone to freedom!!

I just had to... Get... Out.. This... Door.

It wasn't locked, it wasn't bolted, it was simply closed.  And as I reached to open it, I suddenly remembered that my hands had been taped into useless flippers.  I tried to grasp the door knob, squeezing between both hands, but the slick tape found no purchase.  I bent over to get the door knob in the crook of my elbow and turn... Again, the round door knob simply didn't move.  How could I turn this knob?  How could I grab anything?  My mouth!  I quickly kneeled down to get the doorknob in my mouth, trying to grab the doorknob with my lips!  I'd start to turn and... I'd slip!  So I'd try again.  Twisting and turning my head, flinging my new blonde hair every where meant I got a mouthful of hair.  I had to let go of the knob, shake my head to get the hair out of the way, then try to grip it again.  Maybe if I tried to approach it from underneath?  But no, it just slipped free again.  My lips couldn't do it.  I couldn't exert enough force.  But maybe if I took the whole doorknob in my mouth, I could use my teeth and jaw?  So I tried to get the doorknob in my mouth.  But it was just a little too big.  I tried and tried when finally something penetrated through the fog of my desperate escape.

The entire room was laughing!  And I don't mean the little squeals and giggles of earlier in the evening, I mean ladies laughing so hard they were having trouble breathing.

Realizing I was completely defeated by the door knob, I got up off my knees and turned to face my punishment.  The sight that greeted me was unexpected.  Raven was collapsed back on the sofa, laughing so hard tears were streaming down her cheeks.  Ivy was rolling around on the floor, she was laughing so hard.  Even Anastacia was bent over, wracked with laughter.  All the ladies were incapacitated with laughter!  Somehow my escape attempt had been funny?

I was completely confused.  And no one could do anything but laugh, so I had no idea what was so funny!  It was only later in the evening that I was told that when I had attempted to kneel down to open the door with my mouth, moving my head back and forth, flailing around my long blonde hair, dressed in nothing but my frilly panties... To the ladies it looked terribly like I was engaging in fellatio with the door.  Yes, they were laughing because it looked like I was giving the door a blow job.  But at the time I had no idea.  I was far more worried about Anastacia's threat of a few minutes ago and the severe spanking I was expected.  But as the laughter started to die down... Then flared up again... Then died down again, I saw there was not one angry look in the room.  Even Madam Anastacia had a merry smile and the giggles.  So it occurred to me that I could pretend that it was all a show I'd put on to amuse them.  I casually walked back to the table, even as every fiber of my being wanted otherwise, and stood there, ready to be dressed.  I was the perfect little compliant boy.  And it worked!  No one mentioned punishment for my escape attempt, and the BITCH paddle stayed where it was.  Whew!  And I knew if I was going to escape, I'd need to actually think ahead next time.

The dressing began.  Anastacia lifted my arms up over my head and told me to leave them there.  In my new spirit of compliance, I did exactly as she instructed.  A delicate pink under-bust corset was lifted from the table by one of the other girls and placed around my midsection.  Slowly, the laces began the zip-zip as they were tightened.  It squeezed and squeezed with each pull on my back.  I realized the corset might look delicate... But the steel boning was anything but!  It was soon a tight squeeze.  As they worked their way up and down the laces, it became even tighter.  I thought they were done, but when they got to the end, they just started again and the constriction continued to build.  Finally they stopped, and I was allowed to lower my arms.  My chest was absolutely constricted, making it hard to breath, and my waist looked exactly like a girls.  And I was so focused on just breathing and at looking at my tiny waist that I didn't even register when they pulled my arms forward so they could put the fur lined cuffs back on.  At least they were in front of me, instead of behind, I thought.  Much more comfortable and given the constriction on my torso, any comfort was welcome.

While this was going on, I watched as a chain was being threaded through a pulley on the ceiling.  Then the chain was clipped to the chain connecting my cuffs.  I'm embarrassed to say it took that long for me to figure out what was going on.  Just as I realized it, suddenly Anastacia gave a huge heave on the other end of the chain.  The chain was pulled, and I couldn't resist my hands being up over my head again.  One more heave and I was off the ground!  I hung helplessly from that pulley, I could just barely scrape my out stretched toes along the floor.  Anastacia hooked the chain to something and it didn't move.  I was hanging, utterly helpless, like a piñata from the ceiling.  And then, they started working on the corset again!

Thinking the corset could go no tighter, I was rudely surprised to find otherwise.  I honestly felt like my midsection was being cut in half.  I'm sure I heard ribs creaking.  But only after several more passes, once it was as tight as it could go, did they stop.  I had to admit that my midsection looked as tiny and delicate as any woman's.  My waist was smaller than any of the real women in the room!  I had no idea why they felt I needed to be so ridiculously tiny as I'd been extremely slender to begin with.  Hard to think too deeply about it, as the constriction had made me so light-headed I really had to focus on my breathing to keep from passing out.  I couldn't even respond coherently to the questions the girls were asking.  I'd be so focused I didn't really hear the question, so I'd just nod, smile and get back to breathing.  If I spoke, my voice was so airy and weak, I sounded like a stereotypical bimbo from the movies.  I did start to think 'Are corsets the reason bimbos are so stupid and talk the way they do?  Is it lack of oxygen?'.  But then that thought too fled my head as I went back to my shallow breaths.

As I dangled from the ceiling, Raven and Ivy, one on each leg, took the opportunity to pull a pair of black, fishnet stockings up my newly hairless legs.  They hooked them to things hanging off the corset that hooked to the stockings.  Suspenders, I think they called them.  I must admit that the sensations as the girls slowly rolled the stockings up my legs were a completely new, but very welcome, sensation.  It was hard to describe.  I'll just say it was... Nice.  Maybe it was the hairlessness of my legs, maybe it was because they were so sensitive, but it was blissful.  There were even some pleasant sensations down below, although the hard plastic front of the gaff made sure nothing could come of it.  It just made me realize how much fun this could've been having Patchouli giving me the simple makeover I was originally expecting.  I looked around the room, but she still hadn't returned.  I asked Ivy where she was, but got a non-committal shrug of the shoulders in response.  I was going to ask more, but then Raven started to run her hands up and down my leg , particularly the inner thigh and I suddenly found it hard to think coherently.  Oooh, I was in bliss again.  That gentle touch felt so amazing on my hairless, fishnet wearing legs.  I started to writhe slightly, hanging from the ceiling, and through my happy haze, I saw Raven giving a similar, predatory smile that I'd only seen on Anastacia.  And I knew there were at least two women in this room who were here not to perform a makeover, but because they really enjoyed having a boy helpless to their whims.  Eeek!

  "Time for the heels!", Anastacia interrupted my reverie.  Speak of the devil.  She lifted from the table a pair of pink, calf-height shiny plastic high heels from the box.  They would've been high heels by any standard, but to someone like me, they were very severe heels.  Continuing the pink and black color scheme of my panties (Did I just think of them as my panties?), the shiny pink boots had a thick, black fur 'puffball' trim at the top.  As scary as the heels were, I was more concerned about the accessory at the ankle of the shoe.  Although it had been painted the same black as the fur, it was clearly a padlock.  Obviously I knew that Anastacia's box had said 'Fetish Dolly', but seeing that padlock really emphasized the fetish aspect that scared me so much.  I didn't want anything to be locked on my body against my will, and particularly not shiny pink heels!  Of course my concerns meant nothing.  I was able to offer little resistance as my dangling feet were placed in the boots.  I tried to kick a little, but Anastacia just raised an eyebrow, and looked over at the BITCH paddle nearby and I immediately stopped.  As they tried to force the boots onto my feet,  I could feel them being compressed.  I complained the boots were too small, but that just made them push harder.  Soon, with a 'pop', my feet were inside.  My toes were tightly curled in the ends.  Putting my weight down, gingerly, I felt a little unstable, but I realized the boots were not as terrifyingly high as I'd thought initially.  The heels might be very high, but there was a bit of a platform in the front of the boot, so I wasn't as on my toes as I thought I'd be.  Soon the 'click' of two padlocks being secured were clearly audible.  And I knew those boots weren't coming off until Anastacia wanted them taken off.  A small shiver ran through my body.  On the bright side, I was now standing comfortably on the floor instead of dangling and just barely touching it with my toes. 

I was almost sad when the ceiling chain was lowered and unhooked from my cuffs.  Because now I knew I was going to have to deal with the rest of what was on that table...