The best way to describe how I feel right now?  Squeezed!  From bottom to top, I'm wearing some high heeled calf boots that are at least a size or two too small.  Travel up my fishnet covered legs (the only part of my body not being squeezed) and you get to the super-tight gaff shorts I'm wearing.  Incidentally, over top of those are some absolutely feminine frilly panties.  Move past the petticoat and skirt, and you get to my torso.  Not only am I wearing a super-tight dress that squeezes my whole upper torso, but I also have a locking waist belt attached to the petticoat, which also had a locking belt on the dress which was all over a crushing pink corset.  I was barely even able to breathe!  Moving to my upper torso, the push up from the corset, combined with the push from the sides of the dress meant I had cleavage!  At least that's what it looked like in the little window in the front of the dress. Attached to what looked like some shiny bracelets around my wrists, but which really had metal clips that attached to the belt at my waist rendering my arms immobile without looking like they were restrained at all.  Around my neck, attached to the dress, was a neck corset that came up right under my jaw and made it very difficult to look anywhere but forward.  But if all that wasn't enough, I had a pink plastic helmet that was firmly clamped to my head, using my hair as an anchor!  Of course, there were so many details, from the fur trim, to the big puff bell shoulders to the big bunny ears on the helmet that made me look exactly like what Madam Anastacia had called me... A pretty pink bunny Barbie doll.

To anyone looking at me, I was a naughty dream.  Someone might look at me and see me as sexy or flirty.  But they'd have no clue that, other than my legs, I was utterly immobile!  Standing there helpless, it seems like the girls just had to tease me.

  "How does it feel to be a Barbie doll?" Raven asked with a smile.  She hooked her arm through my left arm, and I saw her other arm slip under my skirt.  Soon, she began to caress my frilly panties and my fishnet covered legs.  It was just a bit thrilling.

  "How does it feel to be sooo CUUUUTTTTEEE", Ivy squealed.  She hooked her arm through my right arm.  Then I felt her free hand caressing my big bunny ears and my hair.  It didn't escape my notice that having my arms both hooked by the girls rendered me completely immobile.  To a viewer, they were simply being friendly.  But the reality was that it allowed these two delicate beauties to hold me in place utterly helpless.  Beyond a wiggle, I could do nothing. 

  "How does it feel to be trapped in high heels and skirts, little boy?" Anastacia added.  She reached under my skirt to pinch my butt cheek and laughed as I tried to avoid, but of course it was useless.  Some of the other girls joined in.  I couldn't help it, I really started squirming and trying to avoid their little pinches and butt slaps, but all it did was reinforce how helpless I was and how easily I could be held in place.  At the most, I could wiggle my elbows or rotate my torso slightly.  At one point my braided hair swung around and just thumped into Ivy's back.  Not that it would've done anything, but I could see a light bulb go on in Ivy's eyes. 

She released my arms and went behind me, grabbing both braids.  Soon, she was using them like you'd use reins on a horse.  She was smiling and made a 'giddyup' noise and clicking noises.  I could see enlightenment hit Anastacia's face, and in a few moments, she had produced a horse whip!  If you've never seen one, it's just a thin rod, with a little leather loop at the end.  The rod accelerates the little leather flap, which makes contact with the horse at high speed.  I was only able to take unsteady tiny steps with those high heels, but if I stopped moving, I'd hear the quick whistling noise of the horse whip, followed by a very painful 'snap' on my ass or the back of my thighs.  OMG it HURT!  I think it would've hurt a whole lot normally, but with the slight chemical burns on my hairless legs making them so sensitive, it was agony!  And since she was holding both my braids, there was no way I could avoid it. 

The girls all really started to get into it.  They took me out of the living area and into the mostly empty attached warehouse.  Soon I was being guided all through the warehouse.  Whoever had my 'reins' would tug slightly on a braid to make me turn that direction.  If both 'reins' were snapped (ow!) I was supposed to speed up.  If both 'reins' were yanked (OW!) I should stop.  They created a makeshift obstacle course.   Soon they were making me lift my knees and do high stepping.  They'd tell me to trot.  They'd tell me to cantor.  For me, it was like learning dance steps.  I was a hit... The girls loved it and were arguing about who had the next turn.  They didn't care that I was helpless and could do nothing but exactly what they told me.  They didn't care that my ankles were dying, given that I'd never worn high heels.  They didn't care that the shoes were slightly too small and my feet were really starting to hurt.  Instead my cavorting just made them all giggle like schoolgirls.  Being treated like a horse, having all the women laughing, was utterly humiliating.  Something began to rise in me.  I made a mistake, and I got yet another painful 'whap' on the back of my exposed thigh.  Finally, I'd just had enough!

  "OK, you've had your fun", I said firmly.  "Get me out of this NOW YOU BITCH!" I screamed.  Oooops, that last bit had slipped out.  I wouldn't normally say something like that, but I'd been looking at the BITCH paddle all night, and I think the word was waiting there in my subconscious to pop out when I got mad.  As soon as the words had left my mouth, I knew ordering around a dominatrix is not a wise move.  And calling someone a bitch was not the way to get any sympathy.  The rest of the women looked shocked, but all humor left Anastacia's face.  She looked so angry, I thought she might punch me.  Instead, she grabbed something at my neck.  There must've been a handle or something hidden in the fur around my neck corset.  Whatever it was, it insured I was unable to resist as she grabbed it and casually pulled me forward so we were eye to eye, her face in mine.  I tried to pull back, but she was controlling me like a bear might control a kitten.

  "You know this outfit was designed by a MAN in order to humiliate a WOMAN, don't you?  Some sick twisted little pervert decided that he wanted to trap a WOMAN in this against her will and use her for his pleasure.   And society just expects that to be normal.  Women should just exist as playthings for men.  But put a man in the same situation, and he just expects us to drop everything to do what he tells us to."  So close to her, I could feel the anger radiating off her face.  And even though all this was new to me, I began to realize that Anastacia was very angry with someone who wasn't me, but in her mind, I was the equivalent to that person.  Knowing my situation, I realized I'd better just stay quiet.  Oh, but it was too late.  Far too late.  Anastacia was on a roll and she wasn't stopping.

  "So you think this outfit was bad enough before, little boy?", she asked.  I decided the smart move was not give her any ammunition.  "Well, there was one  or two pieces that I was holding back.  I thought it might be too much.  But now I think you really need to have an appreciation for the full effect so you can understand what this woman went through."  As Anastacia went to the box, I looked around the room for any possible help from the girls in the room.  But either they wouldn't meet my eyes, or they were staring at me angrily.  I was the victim here!  How could they be mad at me?!  Anastacia returned with something in her hand.  "Open your mouth", she instructed.  I hesitated, and she started to reach over for the BITCH paddle.  My mouth immediately sprung open.  And just as quickly, Anastacia inserted a ring gag!  I felt it hook onto my top and bottom teeth!  She secured the ring gag to something out of my vision behind my head.  I tried to squeeze it, but the material was unyielding.  I tried to open my mouth and push it out out, but my teeth fit into grooves and I couldn't open my mouth enough to get it out.  While I was doing my oral gymnastics, I missed that the women were all making outraged noises.

  "Imagine some man forcing a woman to wear something like that", they were saying.  Meanwhile Anastacia seemed amused at my discomfort. 

  "Oh dear", Anastacia said, pretending to care.  "With your mouth stuck open like that, just about anything could wind up in there!  Wouldn't that be horrible if a leaf or something blew in there?  We'd better find something to plug that hole", she said, with a wicked smile.  She pulled into my view a long piece of rubber that looked like a hot dog with a funny end... Oh no.  And just as I realized what it was, Anastacia slowly brought it up to my face.  I tried to retreat, to push back, but she was holding my collar with her other hand and was slowly pulling me toward it.  She put the end up to the ring gag in my mouth, and slowly moved it around, tracing the ring in my mouth.  I tried to put my tongue up to block it from getting in.  But finally she put it in the center of the ring and started to push as well as pull my collar.  Unable to resist, I felt her slowly, slowly push it deep into my mouth.  Then she stopped and slowly pulled it until it was almost out.  Then she pushed it in again.  When it would go in deep, I started to choke a little, trying to push it out, but Anastacia just kept her grip on my collar with one hand, her eyes locked on mine as she slowly, inexorably continued pushing it in.  She just really emphasized how powerless I was.  I couldn't even keep this invader out of my mouth.  Another click at the gag made me realize that it was now attached to the ring.  I was struggling to push it out of my mouth but that click meant it was all once piece so it wasn't coming out.  Fortunately I could still breathe and I wasn't going to choke.  But between the compression on my chest of the corset and dress, and the loss of my mouth, I had to really focus on breathing through my nose.

  "Suck on that, boy" she said, to an accompaniment of giggles. 
 
  "Anything you'd like to say now?" Anastacia exclaimed, with a big smile on her face.  I tried to make a noise, but it was just an 'Mmmph'.  Confirming there was a clip on the front of my posture collar, she clicked a leash into place and started leading me around the room.  A sharp pull overcame any resistance I could muster.  If I hadn't moved forward, I would've fallen flat on my face without arms to break my fall.  She handed the leash to Raven, and she started marching me back towards the obstacle course.  "Wait, wait!" Anastacia stopped her.  I saw that she had one more thing in her hands.  Or, to be more accurate, I heard she had something in her hands.  While Ivy held me in place, Anastacia reached up, grabbing my fuzzy rabbit ears.  One at a time, she attached some big, jingly bells!  Now, whenever I moved, I jingled like a reindeer!  Everyone grinned like maniacs as Raven started taking me though the course.  After a bit, she handed my leash to Ivy and she took me around.  Jingle, jingle, jingle was all I could hear.  Those bells were big and quite loud.  I was just starting to get used to them when my leash was handed back to Anastacia.  As she started leading me, I noticed we were taking a different route.  After a moment, I started to realize we were headed for the exit!  Responding to my questioning eyes, Anastacia just said "C'mon, bunny Barbie.  You can't get all dressed up like this without showing it off!  These clothes are just too fancy to stay inside all evening.  And those bells are going to make sure that no one is going to miss you!  Everyone will be looking at you!" 

I froze!  There was no way I was going outside in this outfit.  Someone I knew from the club might see me.  And who knows what Anastacia would do to me out there!  My whole upper body was immobilized, but I could still control my legs, albeit balancing in a pair of crazy high heel boots.  I leaned hard against the leash and I was able to hold my ground.  Anastacia was pulling, both hands on the leash.  I was pulling back, my feet firmly planted with my center of balance as far back as it could go.  As she slowly pulled, I gave slightly by bending at the waist.  This continued a bit more and I just leaned back harder and bent forward further.  To an observer, it must've looked like I was bowing to Anastacia.  But despite being bent forward, using all my effort, it looked like we had a stalemate.  I wasn't going anywhere.

WHACK... JINGLE JINGLE JINGLE!!!

The sharp blow on my butt took me completely by surprise.  OUCH!  I jumped forward from the blow on my frilly behind.  And I saw that Raven, the one that had been stroking my fishnets, was holding the BITCH paddle with a big smile on her face.  And that's all I got to see because Anastacia immediately took advantage of me being off balance to whisk me forward.  I was being propelled forward by the leash.  Stalemate broken, Anastacia just kept me moving forward, keeping me off balance.  I had to keep walking or was going to end up face first on the hard ground.  She kept going fast enough I just couldn't quite catch up!  As we went out the door, into the street, I could hear that at least one girl was saying they shouldn't be doing this.  That Patchouli was going to be mad.  But it sounded like her pleas were falling on deaf ears.

Suddenly I was outside!  The slight wind blew the half of my hair that wasn't tied up in the braids but, more importantly, I felt the chill on my legs.  I'd never worn a skirt before, let alone a skirt with petticoats that stuck almost straight out so you could see my panties if I leaned forward.  Feeling the wind on newly hairless legs was a shock.  I really didn't get much of a chance to process as Anastacia kept me moving down the street.  She was obviously headed somewhere with motivation.  Not even pausing to look back at me, she dragged me like a reluctant dog on that leash.  I kept my eyes focused forward so I didn't have to look at all the people staring at me.  That was also probably a good idea because I was not used to walking in heels, so I had to keep focused to keep from falling down.  I tried to move slowly and keep my upper body still so those bells wouldn't jingle, but Anastacia was moving fast enough that the sway in my step was making my petticoat bounce about and making the bells jingle constantly.  I could see the ends of the skirt bobbing up and down, giving everyone a clear look at my panties, so humiliating, but there was not a thing I could do about it.  Just to keep from falling on my face, I had to focus on putting one high heeled foot ahead of the other.  'Click, click, click' went the heels on the walkway and 'jingle, jingle, jingle' went the bells as I minced my way down the street.  Not being familiar with the neighborhood, after a few blocks I was lost.  I also had to concentrate on my breathing.  Being crushed by the tight outfit and unable to take a proper breath, combined with not being able to breathe through my mouth and keeping from gagging, made getting air a lot harder than I was used to.  So I was looking down focused on the sidewalk and had no idea where we were until we turned a corner and I realized where we were.  I gasped, or at least I would've if I wasn't having trouble breathing.  No!  No!  She couldn't bring me here!  Anywhere but here!!!

THUS ENDS 'PRETEND GOTH TO PRETTY PINK DOLL'.