"Hey, honey, what's in the box?" My wife stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel. She'd just finished drying her hair.
I pulled open the cardboard flap, peering inside. "Not sure yet. But it's from our favorite supplier..."
Jess smiled as I pulled some purple PVC material out of the package. "The one who helps build stuff for The Magician?"
"That's the one." I held up a PVC corset with strong black laces. "You game?"
"Sign me up, Rick," My wife dropped her towel, and stood before me, naked. She put a hand on her hip and looked at me, a wicked smile on her face. I wanted to take her right then and there, but she raised her other hand and shook a finger at me. "Now, now," she teased. "Think of how much more fun you'll have once you get me into that thing."
I handed her the corset, and looked into the box again. “There’s more pieces. I’m not even sure exactly what this is, yet." It takes a special talent to design both lingerie and magic props, and this particular designer was one of the best in either field. I looked at the note that came with it. "It's one of his club pieces. Are you ready for that?"
Jessie already had the corset around her waist. "The Illusion of Bondage club?" I nodded. "I hope he doesn't expect me to show it off."
I shook my head; neither of us were really into the public BDSM scene. "No, it's one for the floor show. There's a message from The Magician here." I read part of the note aloud: "My dear friends Richard and Jessica, please accept this early anniversary gift. May the rest of your years of marriage be as full of magic as your first one. The Magician." I grinned. The note continued. "PS- although I won't perform the last two steps in my show, Marisol tells me you should definitely try them."
"What are those last two steps?" Jess pulled on the two shiny, knee-high purple boots she'd fished out of the box and began to lace them up. "Knowing Mari, we should both enjoy them."
I looked at the instructions that had come with the package. There were quite a few steps. "You should probably slow down, Jessie- this is one of the Magician’s ‘specials’; we need to make sure we get this right. Remember what happened when he loaned me the sword box?"
"Ugh," she stopped immediately. "Don't remind me. I still get a twinge in my right shoulder every so often. Self-working magic, my ass."
"Hey, just because it's self-working doesn't mean it's simple. I'm going to read through this whole thing completely so there's no surprises. I don't think The Magician would appreciate another 2am emergency call to get this unstuck."
Jessie smiled. "At least he was good natured about it. You do have to admit we probably looked pretty silly- me with my boob sticking out that one door, and you with your dick stuck in-"
"Don't remind me. I was holding on for dear life. I don't want to think of what would have happened if that sword had slipped half an inch." I winced at the memory.
Jessie chuckled, "Still, I bet he had a good laugh on the trip home."
"Okaaay, moving on... It says here, step one- put on corset, boots, and gloves. Well, we've got two out of three."
Jessica looked into the box. "Here they are," she said as she pulled the gloves out and pulled them on. They reached past her elbows. "Hey, they're pre-powdered, that makes it easier. What's next?"
I read the instructions. "Pose dramatically, and take a picture for Marisol."
Jess sneered at me playfully. "You're making that up-"
"I am not!"
"Let me see those directions... Hey! It does say that!"
"I told you. And remember- we should follow these to the letter."
"Why do I have the feeling this is payback for that 2am call? Oh well, dear, get the phone out. Mari's going to have to settle for me without makeup." Jessie struck a pose. "Hurry up before I chicken out."
I paused and gazed at my wife through the camera lens. She'd always been a brown haired, brown eyed vision of beauty to me. She still was- every lovely curve accentuated by the purple PVC. The corset was made of thick, stretchy fabric, with shiny PVC supports running up and down its length. It started just below her breasts, pushing them up and making them look bigger, and ended with a shallow V-shape, pointing downwards to her closely trimmed pubic hair. The boots and gloves were tight, and pressed into her skin at their edges. I took quite a few pictures before she finally started laughing at her attempt to look sultry, then a few more- the ones where she was smiling looked even better.
"Okay, lover, enough." Jessie covered her breasts and pubic area in fake modesty. "What do I do now?"
I stepped behind her, admiring her fine rear end, and grasped the laces. "Cinch corset tight." I pulled. "Take more pictures."
"Really?"
"Really."
She laughed. "Well then, make it look good. Pull it tighter- I can still breathe."
Pulling at each point the laces crossed, I worked my way down, then back up the corset, before double-knotting the laces at the top. Jess posed again obligingly. Tightened, the corset really enhanced her curves- her waist looked impossibly thin, though it could have just been the contrast with the light-colored wall behind her. She turned. "Get one of my butt, too." She slapped her ass cheek. "I saw you looking... You can smack it too, if you like." I did, and I did like. I reached around and rubbed her thighs. She grinded against me, then turned and kissed me on the lips. "Don't forget, dear- by the numbers."
We laughed, and I looked at the directions. "Okay. Turn around and put your arms behind your back." The gloves had grommets running up the sides. I carefully threaded the supplied cord through them, crossing it and pulling my wife's arms tight together behind her.
"Comfortable?" I asked as I tied the knot at the top.
"No. But that's part of the fun, right?" She turned and looked at me. The awkward shoulder position had forced her chest even further forwards. Her breasts looked huge. She wiggled, letting them bounce for me. "Now what, my darling?"
"We tie your shoelaces together." She snickered, and put her legs together, standing carefully. I laced up the grommets on her boots, appreciating the curve of her bare hips under the corset. I kissed them, then the small part of her belly that was exposed.
"That tickles!" she giggled. "But I can't do anything about it now, can I? You've got me all tied up."
"Almost... You can still sit. Which you should." She hopped backwards and almost fell onto the bed. "Okay, that works. Stick your feet out, please." The boots had removable heels. I carefully unscrewed them as per directions. "Let me help you- we'll have to move you to the floor now."
I assisted Jess onto the ground, and she sat, arms behind her, knees pressed to her breasts. "Guess you can't enjoy them now," she teased. "My legs are in the way."
I reviewed the directions, found the required “tube” in the package, and placed it over her with the laces in the back. It was made out of the same material as the corset, and was about as tall- except with a stretchy ring of purple fabric on the top. There was a hole in the center that I popped her head through, and I pulled the ring down to the floor. The fabric stretched to cover her shoulders. I pulled the lace from her corset together with the lace on the tube, and everything cinched together.
"Oww," Jess gasped.
"Is it too tight? Can you still breathe?" It did look tight- I was a bit concerned.
"No, it's fine..." She looked up at me and smiled. "You probably should have rolled me over and had me while I was still on the bed. Guess it's too late for that now."
I shrugged. "By the numbers, right? Anyway, if you're okay, it's about to get even tighter."
Jess nodded, "Sure." I pulled the laces again. They ran through the inside of the tube, and pulling on them pulled all the supports closer together, compressing the tube around my wife. She squirmed. Her upper arms and knees bulged slightly where the tube pressed against them.
"Huuh!" she exhaled as the air was pressed out of her chest. She was breathing in little gasps now.
"Jessica, are you okay?"
"Yes. A little... tough to... breathe... but... fine..."
"I'm going to let you out."
"No... by the... numbers... right?"
I looked at the instructions. "It does say shallow breathing is expected at this stage..."
Jess looked flushed. "I'm fine..."
"Are you sure?" I re-read the next step. "There's no way to use a safe word after this step."
"Rick. Do it. You know it... it'll be fun..."
I shrugged. She smiled. "Okay, lean your head back." I pulled out the hood. It was a cone, similar to the corset and tube, the pieces coming together at a hole in the front. I slid it over her head, shoulders, and knees, fastening it to the top of the tube. There was a piece that slipped into her mouth like a gag. I heard a soft whirring as she bit it.
"Aaaih oow," Jess muttered. Air flow. The piece had a small impeller inside that would help her breathe under all the covering. She moved slightly, taking her mouth away. "Told you," she said, muffled under the PVC. She bit the piece again. I hooked in the last few clasps, read the directions one more time. Then once more again.
"Mmm?" Jessie inquired.
"Just making sure I read this right. Jess- this is going to get very tight. And I don't think you'll be able to tell me to stop. Are you sure you're ready?"
"Mmm-hmm."
I started pulling the laces again, alternating between the ones on the hood and the tube. Everything got smaller, pulling Jessie even tighter. I soon had to put my foot against the tube for more leverage. It kept going. The hood seemed to flatten in towards the tube as I pulled.
I paused to catch my breath, and looked. The purple tube was probably only about a foot across now. It didn't even seem possible. "Jess! You okay?"
From inside the tube, I heard, "Mmm-hmm."
"Should I keep going?"
"Mmm-hmm."
I pulled the laces even harder, tightening the tube until, as per the directions, the support pieces touched each other.
The whole of the tube was four inches across now, and the end flat- the whole thing was maybe a foot long. There was no possible way she could still be inside it, but there was no other place she possibly could have gone. "Jess, you there?" There was no answer but the whirring. "Jess?" I asked again, louder. I listened carefully.
"mmmmm..." It was faint, but it came from inside the tube. I stared in amazement. Had my lovely wife really been compressed into such a tiny package?
I turned the last page, and looked. There were two steps left. The last two. I read aloud. "Pick up the tube." I did. It was surprisingly heavy for its size, which, all things considered, shouldn't have been surprising. I turned it over. There never had been a step to put a cover on the bottom. What was on the end was, well, Jessie. A part of her, at least. One with which I was intimately familiar. I ran my finger along her exposed pussy. It was very wet, and seemed to quiver under my touch.
"Last step. Fuck her." I smiled, slid my pants down, and followed the directions to the letter. As I slipped inside, I felt the familiar shudder of her climax. Everything got even wetter- which was good, because she felt unbelievably tight. I think she came at least twice more before I did.
Once I finished, I set Jessie, in the tube, gently on the bed. "Wow, that was amazing, dear." The only response was the whirring. I hoped I hadn't overdone it- I wasn't sure how much air she was getting. She may have fainted inside her tiny purple prison.
Suddenly, something occurred to me- I grabbed the directions and flipped through them quickly. In my excitement, I hadn't noticed there were no directions for undoing the magic trick. I thought about just undoing the lace on the side, but thought better of it. There was a chance this was completely an illusion, and, Jessie, in on the whole thing, was hiding in the closet... but considering the sword box incident, I really didn't want to take that risk.
My concern for my wife's safety outweighed any other factors, and I grabbed my phone from the charger. It was just after seven; at least this wouldn't be another 2am call...
There was a message waiting for me:
Marisol: Hey U2. Call when u r done
"Oh, Mari. What are you up to this time?" I hit the speed dial. The phone picked up on the first ring.
"Hey Rick!"
"Mari- where are you? I need help."
"Oh... uh. You didn't open that package yet, did you?" Mari sounded worried.
"Yes, I did. What did you expect?"
"Oh dear. Did you, uh, try it out?" She sounded extremely concerned. "Tube and all?"
"Err, yes, we did..." She was starting to make me extremely nervous.
"Please tell me you followed the directions."
"Marisol. Of course I did."
"All of them?"
Her apprehension was starting to make me panic. Just what had I really done to my wife? "Yes, Mari- to the letter... I think..." I knew she could hear the fear in my hesitation. What if I'd screwed up somehow? What if Jessica's transformation was permanent?!
"Because I didn't get any pictures yet!"
"What?!"
"Gotcha!" Marisol laughed. "I'm at a coffee shop just five minutes away from you guys. I expect those pictures on my phone by the time I get there."
"What?!"
"You don't send them, I won't get out of the car." She only sounded half-joking- though, with Mari, it was always hard to tell.
"But-" I started. She'd hung up.
I spent the next few minutes cursing and finding the photos that didn't have Jessie's face on them. We both trusted Marisol despite her pranks, but I wasn't going to risk having my wife ogled by half the internet. The doorbell rang several seconds after I hit Send.
Mari was standing there, looking at her phone, when I opened the door. "You can show me the rest of them later," she smiled, and walked into our home. "You men, always thinking with the wrong head. Only thinking about getting Jess into that corset, not how you'd get her out of it." I couldn't deny she'd guessed my thought process. "Where's the tube?"
"Jessie's in the bedroom..."
"Okay. You wait here."
"But Jess-"
"Rick. You sit in that chair and wait."
"But-"
"No. It’s magic." She was serious. I sat. "If you get out of that chair, I'll make you wear this." She pulled something bulky from out of her purse and tossed it in my lap. I looked. It was a leather blindfold/mask with earmuffs, and locking straps to keep it in place. "If you do stay there, I may let you put it on me." She winked.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Absolutely, hot buns!" Mari bounced up the stairs to the bedroom.
I soon heard the sound of a bag full of metal being dropped on the floor. Then ratcheting clicks, and a long pause. Then someone giggling. Then, to my relief, two people giggling.
Soon, I heard Jessie's voice call out from upstairs. "Rick!"
Mari shouted, "Okay, you can come up now!" I scampered out of the chair and bounded up the steps to see my wife. She was laying spread out on the bed, naked, drenched in sweat, and panting. Impressions from the inside of the corset and tube lined her body.
"Jess- are you okay?" She looked up at me and smiled.
"I'm going to need another shower. Come 'ere and kiss me." She didn't need to ask twice.
"Now carry me to the bath, dear."
"May I join you two?" Marisol called out from the chair she'd deposited herself in.
Jess turned to look at her, smirking. "You're still trying to get into my husband's pants?"
"Considering he's not wearing any right now, maybe I already have. Or maybe I'm trying to get into yours." She flashed her smile.
"I'm not wearing any either," my wife retorted. She turned to me again. "Rick, go fill up the bath in the guest room. I'll join you there in a bit- I need a word or two with Mari, here."
Dutifully, I did as commanded, then turned on the jets and climbed into the tub. The water felt nice- I realized I was exhausted. My muscles were sore from my earlier exertions. I closed my eyes and waited.
Eventually, I heard my wife slip into the water, and felt her body, cooler than the water, against mine. She put her hands on my face, covering my eyes. "Shh. Keep them closed." She rubbed against me and I realized I might not have been quite as exhausted as I thought. "Stay still, Rick." She put her hands on my chest. "You're just what I need right now."
After a long bath, we dressed casually and headed out to dinner. Just the two of us. I was quite happy to be with my wife again- all of her. But I had to ask- "What did you say to Mari?"
"Oh. Marisol and her little pranks." Jess looked a little annoyed. "I thanked her for editing the directions to that magic trick..."
"Mmm?" I bit into a perfectly smoked pork rib.
"And then I deleted my pictures off her phone." She sipped her drink, then pulled out her own phone and turned it on. "Oh, hey, Tom's invited us over to his place later for a private screening of that new Marvel movie."
"That's not even in theaters yet! Gotta love his connections... Dinner and a movie? Sounds like a date."
"We'll make it a sleep-over." I could tell my wife was up to something.
"I, uh, assume Mari let herself out, then?"
Jess tapped her phone and handed it to me. "Not exactly," she smiled wickedly.
I looked at the picture and almost choked on my drink. My wife's new corset was obviously custom sized, but Marisol had been nice enough to bring that hood... along with, I presumed, most of the other things I was seeing her 'wearing' on the screen. It did explain the sound of metal her purse had made earlier. "You do remember that Hitomi's the escape artist, not Mari?"
Jess grinned malevolently, and paid the bill in cash. "I'm well aware of that, Rick. Come on, let's go- Thomas is waiting."