Tim got in from work late, tired.

He threw his keys onto the hall table, stretched and grimaced as a twinge went down his back.

“I need to relax”, he thought. “Now, what shall I do…”

Tim had been living alone for some time, now, ever since his wife had left him. Not needing their big house anymore, he had sold up and moved to a smaller apartment in the city, near his work.

It was walking to work that he’d seen her for the first time; the tall, gangly brunette. She was roughly dressed; tatty jeans, and a t-shirt that had definitely seen better days. Scruffy as she was, she still carried herself like a real woman; confident, assertive, ready for anything. It was obvious that she had been a woman of elegance once; Tim wondered what had caused her fall.

He got close to her, once, as he brushed passed her on the way to the café for a lunch break.

“Spare a quid for tea, love?”, the voice suddenly came.

Tim looked up.

To his amazement, the woman of his dreams was staring at him, a hopeful expression on her face.

“I’ve a better idea”, said Tim, holding out his hand. “I’m just going to the café for a break. Come with me.”

The woman took his hand.

“I’m Chloe”, she said. “People don’t want to normally be seen with me; I can’t really blame them.”

Tim looked closer. Chloe was trying to hide the needle marks on her arms, but she wasn’t really succeeding. She was also still shaking and talking as if she was slightly drunk.

“Chloe”, Tim said, “it’s ok. Come with me.”

Chloe and Tim walked into the café. The owner immediately came out from behind the counter, angrily, but before he could say anything Tim signalled him to back down.

“I’m just here getting my friend a drink”, he said. “I thought that was what cafes were for?”

“She’s been outside at the door, begging”, the man said. “Distracting my customers and stopping people coming in.”

“Well now she’s with me”, said Tim, “and I’m buying. Ok?”

The owner calmed down, Tim ordered, and the pair went and sat at a table in the back.

Chloe cried quietly.

“I’m sorry about that”, she said, “I just cause problems for everybody. I don’t mean to…”

Tim held her hands.

“It’s all right, I understand”, he said. “Talk to me…”

Over the next half hour or so, Chloe explained why things had gone so wrong. She had been a high riser at a fashion company in the city, an experienced model; she had started using because of the pressures of work, and one day it had got too much. She had been arrested because she stole from the company to feed her habit, and she’d assaulted her supervisor.

A six-month prison sentence had followed, and she had lost her job. Worse still, she had found a way to get drugs in prison and continued using on the street when she got out.

After she’d finished her tale, Tim thought for a moment.

“I may have a way to help you”, he said, “but I’ll need you to trust me implicitly, whatever happens. It’s going to be rough, but I believe you will get through it.”

“It sounds like the best offer I’ve had for ages”, Chloe said. “I know I can’t go on like this for much longer. I nearly didn’t wake up after the latest batch that I’ve just taken…”

Tim and Chloe finished their tea, then they slowly walked back to his apartment. Chloe delighted in pointing out all the places she had stayed, including a hollow tree in the local park. Tim was horrified and hugged her.

“You don’t need to do this anymore”, he said.

They got back to Tim’s flat, both tired.

Tim showed Chloe around. Chloe noticed that he only had one bed, a single one.

“Where am I going to sleep?” she asked.

“Don’t worry about that”, Tim said.

Chloe then felt the pressure of a needle in her neck…

She woke up lying on the floor. She tried to move, but her legs were pinned together and her arms firmly by her sides.

Tim was kneeling behind her, with her head resting on his legs. He was stroking her head, gently but firmly. At the same time, things felt terribly wrong…

She tried to call out, but she could only make a quiet sucking noise. Something was in her mouth…!

“Hi, sleeping beauty”, said Tim, looking down at her. “You’ve been out for a while. Plenty of time to get you ready…”

“I promised you I’d help you”, said Tim. “I meant it. I also warned you that you would have to trust me implicitly…”

“You can now do nothing for yourself anymore”, Tim continued. He then laid Chloe down on the floor and got up. He went over, got a mirror and brought it to show her.

Chloe would have screamed if she could have. All her clothes had gone, as well as all of her hair. She was wearing a one-piece transparent hooded catsuit, and some kind of harness that held her arms at her sides and fastened with a silver lock just under her breasts. Her mouth was also plugged with a clear penis gag with a hole through the middle to let her breathe properly, and her ‘other holes’ were also firmly plugged.

Tim rested his hand on her crotch. Despite the situation she was in, Chloe moaned and pushed herself against him.

“These plugs are to show you I’m not going to take advantage of you, unless you want me to”, Tim said. “This suit is to help you go through ‘cold turkey’. You’re coming off the drugs, whether you like it or not.”

Chloe moaned and tried to shake her head. She hadn’t expected this! This was too much! She started squirming in the suit, but nothing budged. She was in the suit and staying there.

“Now, you asked where you were going to sleep…”, Tim said.

He walked over to the bed and pushed a hidden button.

A drawer slid out from under the bed.

Effortlessly picking up Chloe, he lowered the struggling girl into the drawer.

There was an outline in the drawer, wrapped in soundproofing and foam rubber. It was just the right shape to hold Chloe, in the ‘recovery position’.

Tim tenderly put Chloe into the outline, and strapped her in. He connected a small hose to the hole in her gag, and another one to her anus.

“Mustn’t mix these two up…”, he smiled. Chloe just whimpered.

Chloe really started to panic, however, when Tim straightened up, pressing the button again. She frantically tried to get free as the drawer slid shut…

Worn out, Tim then undressed, and went to bed, effectively sleeping on top of Chloe…

Tim left Chloe in her drawer for two days, not even visiting her once.

He monitored her condition, however, using an App on his Phone that was tied into the suit she was wearing.

On the morning of the third day, he opened the drawer, unstrapped Chloe and disconnected her, then sat her on the side of the bed with him, still bound in her suit.

To his amazement, Chloe nuzzled him. She then snuggled up against him. Carefully, Tim ungagged her. Chloe then kissed him.

“Could I have a drink?”, she rasped.

Still holding her, Tim gave her a glass of water.

“I haven’t felt this good for ages”, Chloe said, eventually. “This suit really works!”

Tim went to undo the harness.

“Aww… do you have to?”, Chloe said. “I like it in here…!”

“Afraid so”, said Tim, with a smile. “I don’t want you exchanging one addiction for another…!”

After Chloe was completely out of the suit, Tim could see something was wrong. Chloe jumped at the slightest noise; a letter coming through the front door made her nearly hit the roof. Her eyes were wide all the time, and she tightly held on to Tim.

“I can’t do this…!”, she said. “Please, help me…!”

Tim thought again.

“How about I make you restrained and free at the same time?”, he said…

Tim had a version of the catsuit that had no hood, gloves or boots. It did look amazing, however, when paired with a corset…

Tim dressed Chloe in the outfit, and let her wear her existing shoes, as she was a bit too unsteady for boots.

As soon as he had finished dressing Chloe, she calmed down.

“Oh, that’s better…!”, she said. She then did a twirl in front of the mirror. “Reminds me of my modelling days…”

She then teared up. Tim held her, and she snuggled against him.

“You really do care about me, don’t you?”, she said. She then made a decision.

“You have my permission”, she said.

“For what?”, asked Tim.

“Anything. I’m completely yours.”

“You know what you’re saying?”, Tim asked, cautiously.

“Yes.”, Chloe said. “You’ve literally just saved my life. As far as I am concerned, that makes it yours to do with what you want.”

She walked up to Tim, faced him, and kissed him.

“Well”, Tim said, “there is one more bit to the suit you’re now wearing…”

Tim showed Chloe the collar. She snatched it out of his hands and put it on herself…

Presenting the back of her neck to Tim, she asked “Would you do me up, dear…?”

Tim had tears in his eyes as he fastened the collar shut and put the padlock on it.

Chloe went weak at the knees when the padlock clicked shut…

The pair then spent time in Tim’s bed, both making love and deciding what to do next.

Tim then took Chloe to a wardrobe in the back of the room and opened it.

Four wigs were sitting there on stands. There was also a load of beautiful dresses.

“I’ll be honest, I’ve been watching you for some time”, said Tim. “I followed your career as a model, as well. I’m so sorry I took so long to rescue you…”

Tim stared off into the distance and went very quiet, tears forming in his eyes. He suddenly felt a small latex covered arm wrap itself round his waist.

“You’re here now…”, came a quiet voice…

Chloe decided to spend time as a redhead, with an amazing white latex dress.

“Oi! Ginger!”, Tim called, earning a thump on the shoulder.

They then decided to go out…

Everywhere they went people stared.

The looks, however, were ones of desire…

Chloe, her confidence growing in leaps and bounds, was walking like her old self; head held high, oozing class. She had chosen some crystal earrings to go with her steel collar, and they caught the light as they moved gently under her pageboy wig.

As they were walking across the park, towards Tim’s usual café, a car screeched to a halt.

“My god! Chloe! Is that you?”, came a voice.

Chloe’s old manager, Andrea, got out of the car, and looked Chloe up and down.

“It is you”, she said. “Where on earth have you been?”

To her amazement, Chloe looked down her nose at her.

“Darling, do you know her?”, Tim asked.

“In a past life, maybe”, Chloe said.

To Andrea’s amazement, Chloe then turned her back on her and, holding firmly on to Tim, carried on to the café, where they went in and ordered drinks as usual.

As they sat, the owner came over and he looked at Chloe.

“Now that’s more like it”, he said with a smile…

“I love it when a plan comes together”, said Tim.

Six months later, Tim and Chloe ‘formalised’ their arrangement. They got married…