The man had been watching Stella for some time.  He liked it when she wore expensive clothes and also liked it when she wore her uniform at the Surgery, but he didn't approve of it being a tunic and slacks. Stella looked so much better in a dress, as far as he was concerned.

He made a phone call to a supplier he knew. Yes, they could provide a special dress to his exact specifications, but it wouldn't be cheap.

Having been able to look inside her coat hanging on the door when she had gone out of the room for a minute, as well as some photographs that he had discreetly taken and from the Surgery website, he had got Stella’s size worked out, so he ordered the dress and paid for it, including express delivery…

The following Monday, the dress arrived. It looked like a normal nurse’s dress, in the same design and colours as Stella’s tunic. Indeed, the idea was to make it look like Stella had just decided to wear a dress instead. The only thing strange about it was it was quite long, well past her knees.

Inside the dress, however, nothing was normal. It was lined with latex, with a built in pair of knickers with ‘intrusions’ and a plastic sheet that went between her legs, to stop her having access to them. There was also a strap that held the dress on, stopping her from pulling it off over her head. This fastened to the front of the knickers, the lock pin then extended through the front of the dress and locked into the buckle on the zip. The whole dress would act as a chastity belt. A badge that fitted at the top of the zip, closing her neckline, also locked on.

The mask that went with the dress had a penis gag in it, as well as a transparent cord that could be used to join the ear loops to stop it being taken off.

There was also a matching apron in white latex, that fastened over the dress. Can’t have her getting her new dress dirty, can we?

All he had to do now was collect it’s wearer…

This was achieved one evening, as Stella was leaving the Surgery to go to the gym, wearing sweatpants and a tight top. She never saw the man coming up behind her. The first she realised was a taser being rammed into her back. She let out a single shriek then collapsed, jerking.

Stella then felt her arms being pulled behind her back and tied with a tight cable tie; she was only semi-conscious and too weak to struggle, though. Her ankles were then also similarly fastened together, and she was bundled onto the back seat of the waiting car. She tried to cry out, but a hard punch into her midriff took all of her breath away. Before she could get enough breath to cry again, a rag was stuffed into her mouth.

The car door shut, and she was driven away…

 After a short journey, the car stopped, and she was lifted out.

She started to struggle, but the taser being waved in her face soon put her off.

She just whimpered as she was carried into the flat; she was still dazed and had no idea where she was being taken.

Inside the flat, she was taken into a bedroom. There was only a bed there, nothing else.

“This is your new home”, the man said. “Get used to it. If you ever want to go back to work, you’ll need to wear this from now on.”

The man showed her the new nurse’s dress he’d ordered. Stella was puzzled. All this, just to make her wear a dress instead of a tunic and slacks?

The man then unlocked the dress and unzipped it. Stella went white as a sheet…

Shaking her head, moaning, she tried to spit the gag out and scream for help, backing away from the dress.

“Oh, how cute…”, the man said. “Acting as if you have a choice…!”

Waving the taser again, the man told her to get undressed. Stella refused, standing up to him.

Her world dissolved into pain. The man had increased the power of the taser. She passed out on the floor…

She woke up wearing the dress and the mask. Firmly locked into it and gagged.

Moaning, she tried to pull the mask off, but it was sealed on. The man hadn’t just used the transparent cord to lock it on; he’d superglued it to her face. Stella clawed at the mask, but it was incredibly strong and stuck fast.

“When you behave yourself, I’ll unglue it”, he said.

Stella then started pawing at the dress. The zip was firmly locked; she also couldn’t get past the plastic sheet between her legs to get to the knickers.

She looked up at the man, tears in her eyes.

“Behave yourself tonight, and I’ll let you go to work tomorrow”, he said. “The dress stays on. If you’re really good, I’ll let you go to the toilet before bed; there’s a special ‘attachment’ that connects to a hidden panel in the back of the dress for that.”

Stella just whimpered. Chaining her ankle to the bed, the man walked out of the room, locking the door behind him. Stella cried herself to sleep on the bed…

Next morning, the man came in, unlocked Stella’s ankle from the bed and led her to the toilet, where he connected a hose to the back of her dress via the hidden panel. Stella twitched and jerked as she was given an enema; this was held in her for a few minutes, then the system ‘flushed her out’.

The man then sprayed her mask with a special solvent and removed it. Stella immediately tried to plead with the man to release her, but he just waved the taser at her.

“You do want to go to work today, don’t you?”

Stella just nodded, meekly.

“Good. Then behave. One thing for you to think about; I’ll be listening to everything you say and watching. Your dress has built-in surveillance kit. Any attempt by you to get help or escape means I press this little button on my phone. A small device implanted in your vagina will explode and you will bleed to death, slowly and painfully. Got it?”

Stella nodded again, tears in her eyes.

“Ok. Get going, or you’ll be late. And straight back here after work. The phone in your pocket will give you the route if you ‘forget’. If it starts bleeping, hurry back…!”

With a smile, the man turned and left, leaving the door open.

Sadly, Stella set off to work. She was surprised at how close to the Surgery she was being held but, at the same time, how helpless she felt!

She stumbled a few times; she was not used to walking with the plastic sheet sealed between her legs and it kept her step shorter than normal. The plugs in her anus and vagina also moved as she walked; she went hot and blushed. Damn, why was this turning her on…?

She eventually got to work on time and out of breath. Saying a quick hello to everybody, she checked herself in then went to her room to set up.

“New dress?”, the receptionist, Claire, asked her. “I like it, it suits you.”

“I fancied a change”, Stella replied. “Also, the slacks were rubbing a bit.”

Stella’s shift after that was uneventful; there were a few more compliments about how neat and tidy she was. They did notice, however, that she looked a little more flushed as the day went on…

The man hadn’t told her that both of the plugs had built in vibrators. Both had now triggered…

Stella locked herself in her room, frantically using her new phone to text the number marked ‘home’.

“Turn the damn vibrators off! I’m going to come at work!”

“You’ll just have to control yourself.”, was the reply.

Moaning, Stella tried to get past the plastic sheet, but nothing she used had any effect. Even a scalpel just slid off of it, as did her scissors.

“Please…”

“Please, what?”

“Please… master.”

“Good, pet. You’re learning.”

The vibrators stopped. Stella sagged with relief…

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful and soon, Stella was able to head back to her new home. She knocked and was let in. Giving her a peck on the cheek, the man smiled.

“You’re doing well. I might even let you stay ungagged tonight”, he said. “Just in case you get any ideas, however, your bedroom is soundproof.”

The man took Stella to the bathroom and connected the hose. He then let her have a small amount of food and drink, watching her all the time as she ate.

He then started to take her to her bedroom. To his amazement, Stella wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.

“Can’t I sleep in yours tonight?”, she asked. “I thought I’d been a good pet.”

“Tell you what”, the man said. “To be honest, I don’t trust that you won’t try anything, so I’d rather you slept in a soundproof room, still. However, I’ll sleep with you in yours, if that’s what you really want…”

Turned out that was exactly what Stella wanted. She then found out about the second hidden panel, in the front of the dress, and what it was used for…

Stella loved not having any responsibilities. All she had to do for herself was go to work, work and come home. That was it. The man did everything else; shopping, cooking, keeping the flat tidy, everything. All she had to do in return was wear the dress he’d made for her and sleep with him occasionally, sort of like a regular married couple.

She loved the way he teased her occasionally, by triggering the vibrators unexpectedly. The real amazement was when he gently reached into her vagina and removed the explosive.

“I trust you”, he said, simply. He then went to remove the dress.

Stella stopped him.

“Unless this is just to clean it and put it back on me, it stays on”, she said, indignantly. “I’m not letting go of you, or losing my ‘pet’ status, got it!”

“Who’s in charge of who, now?”, the man asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know…?”, Stella said, with a smile, grabbing him and pulling him to her bed…