“For God’s sake Vince, do you ever clear up after yourself?”

Holly Marie scowled around the kitchen. The young brunette had just walked back in from her week long trip to wales where she’d spent a lot of time travelling around old book collections and libraries collecting information for her dissertation on witchcraft in mediaeval times and come back to find the flat she shared with her roommate Vincent (a French exchange student) looking like a bomb had gone off in it. A dirty bomb, at that.

She stalked into the living room to find it an even worse state, if that was possible, than the kitchen. Pizza boxes were every-where, empty cans and bottles rattling on every surface, and there, in the middle of the mess, Vincent, sprawled across the sofa, idly flipping channels, while still dressed in his pyjamas.

“I was gone a week,” she stated. “And you made this much mess?”

“Had some friends over,” Vincent said with a shrug.

Holly’s dark brown eyes narrowed.

“You didn’t let them use my bedroom did you?”

Vincent thought about it, then shrugged.

“I don’t know, I was pretty out of it.”

Holly stalked down the hall and into her bedroom. It was in a better state than any other room in the house, but the bed was unmade and the whole place just reeked of sex. Holly groaned and opened the window to let some fresh-air in. She threw her bag on the floor… and jumped at the loud ‘clunk’. A big, leather bound book had fallen out of it onto her hardwood floor, dark green leather cover with golden letters on the cover. Holly picked it up carefully, checking it for damage.

It had been a gift from one of the curators of the museums. It was a copy of a book of spells. They’d hoped that it was an original grimoire of note, but carbon dating had put the book as entirely too young, and after reading some of the spells contained, the curator had been sure it had been a modern prank. There was a spell about ‘bringing yourself the most majestic pleasures’ and ‘enslaving minds to your will’ as well as some more graphic spells around binding victims. As some-one with a polite interest in bondage, Holly had been enthralled by the very spirited diagrams, and after seeing her so intrigued by it, the curator had insisted she kept it. With some of the more racy spells in there, she could see why he’d be so embarrassed about including it in the collection.

It was only a shame that there wasn’t a spell in there about magically cleaning a flat, she thought grimly. Or to deal with annoying roommates…

She paused, looking at an etching next to a spell. It was hard to see the gender of the person depicted as they were laced up in skin-tight clothing… Holly hazarded a guess at leather, but the artist had given it a peculiarly shiny effect. It was in effect a dress; jet black with a white frill around the neckline, apron and gloves, but with a tightly laced up and boned corset and a matching collar, effectively holding the victim’s neck out tight. Beneath the white frills of the skirt was revealed the victim’s legs, strapped into terrifyingly high heeled boots.  The person was also wearing a matching hood, only their wide terrified eyes visible beneath, absolutely no opening visible over the mouth.

Maidification, the spell proclaimed. Holly scanned the rest of the page and grinned. There were options to change the colour of the leather, to add armbinders, handcuffs, feather-duster gags, every variant possible, or so it seemed to Holly. It also had an incantation at the bottom that allowed the suit to supersede the power of the person it contained – in effect, the suit could be used to control them. Holly felt a thrill of pleasure at just the though. The power trip was so heady, the idea of having such control over some-one…

She looked at the door. It was stupid. It would never work. It was a silly prank-book made to humiliate some old duffers in a museum. It wouldn’t do anything.

So what was the harm in trying?

She carefully walked out into the living room so she was stood behind the sofa, looking down at Vincent. That was important, it said, you had to make sure you knew exactly who you wanted to trap and had them in your sights with no mirrors between them and you, otherwise you could end up in a bit of a bind yourself. Holly cleared her throat carefully, then, looking down at Vincent, read the incantation aloud, slowly and loudly with clear intonation.

For a moment, nothing happened and Holly lowered the book, a little disappointed despite herself… then a bead of black seemed to well up in the groove in the spine. Holly watched the bead, fascinated. It rolled down the length of the book and dropped off the cover, landing on the floor and rolling underneath the sofa.

Pill bug? Holly wondered, frowning… then she saw the bead of black appear on the other side of the sofa… and slowly inch it’s way up the leather sofa towards Vince’s wriggling bare feet. Vincent, still intent on the TV hadn’t noticed a thing, but Holly was barely breathing as the spot of black climbed onto his foot… and started to slowly spread, like an inkblot on his pale skin. It slowly stretched until it covered his entire foot, then spread to his other foot, expanding massively and vanishing up inside his pyjama bottoms. His feet were still changing shape, Holly realised numbly, staring in awe as platforms formed under the balls of his feet, and long dagger-like heels shot out, 10 inches if not more, his whole foot changed into a more boot-like shape, white laces forming along the front of his legs.

And Vince finally noticed what was happening to him.

“ZUT ALORS!”

He tried to leap up, skittered on his new heels and crashed to the floor. The black goo just sped up, flaming along his arms and up along his neck. For the moment, they just encased his hands in tight-white gloves, but his neck was being extended and held out in a rigid posture collar, more white laces appearing along the front of it. The black hadn’t finished though, as Vince stared down at his hands, the black spread up his face, wrapping tight around it in a skin-tight hood. Vince, panicked, started clawing desperately at it as it covered his mouth and nose, tiny holes appearing under the nostrils.

As he staggered and flailed around, his pyjamas gave an impressive rip as the skirt of the dress burst out, sending them in tatters to the floor, revealing his long black-encased legs forced virtually onto ballet-pointe, skittering on the floor.

“Holly! Holly help me!” Vince cried out, his mouth and jaw clearly still working under the mask.

“Just relax,” Holly recommended, vaulting over the back of the sofa and taking a seat where he’d been only a few minutes before. “It won’t hurt you.”

“Holly – what’s happening?” Vince asked, clearly terrified.

“You’re getting made into a maid,” Holly paused, then grinned. “Maid and made. Huh.”

Vince took a wobbly step towards Holly, then gave a sudden cry. As one, all of the white laces had suddenly tightened, constricting his legs, neck, arms and presumably his stomach all at the same time.

“Come on, take off the shirt, I want to see what else is going on,” Holly commanded, enjoying herself immensely.

“Get lost,” Vince snapped at her, automatically crossing his arms over his chest. “What the hell is happening Holly? What have you done?”

“I’m just sick and tired of coming home to a shithole and cleaning up after your mess,” Holly said brightly. “From now on, you’re going to be cleaning up my messes.”

“Fuck you,” Vince snapped. “Come on, undo whatever you’ve done and let me out of here.”

“Not until you’ve cleaned up this entire flat,” Holly said brightly. “The more you bitch, the longer you’ll be in there.”

“I’m not going to do anything for you,” Vince snapped.

“I thought that you might say that.”

Holly flicked a page and read out a short spell. A strange rushing sensation washed over her, a warm, tingly feeling that made her feel powerful, almost invincible, making her heart speed up. Holly gave a soft gasp, cheeks blushing, and as the feeling faded away, it was replaced with another sensation. It was like Vince was connected to her through some invisible magic strings, she had a measure of sensation from him, like she was feeling through him. Weird.

She tested those strings in her mind, like a puppeteer testing a marionette and grinned.

“Stand up straight.”

Her words carried an undeniable resonance of power, her words almost echoing in the small room. Vince instantly straightened up. He was a lot taller than her now, but that didn’t matter, the taller they were, the further they fell.

“Knock it off,” Vince snapped at her, slouching again.

“Straighten up and stay there!” She snapped. “Don’t move from that spot!”

Vince scowled at her, then his big chestnut eyes opened in horror as his body obeyed. He tried to move, but his feet seemed welded to the floor.

“Uh… H-Holly,” Vince said shakily. “You can stop now, you’ve made your point.”

Holly ignored him.

“Take your t-shirt off.”

Vince yanked the t-shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor, allowing her to see the full glory of his outfit. The whole suit was skin-tight with the exception of the huge ruffled skirt with its white petticoats, and, what with the tight corset across his stomach, he had quite a nice shape underneath it. There were spells that would give him breasts, increase the size of his hips and butt, but Holly liked her men to be men, the whole dress thing was just to humiliate the living daylights out of him. She slowly walked around him, admiring him from every angle. Vince automatically crossed his hands over himself, trying to hide himself from view.

She could feel his embarrassment, feel the hot blush in his cheeks, the speed of his heart and the… undercurrent of arousal underneath it all. Holly leant forwards and yanked his skirt up. Vince yelped, trying to cover it back up, but she’d already seen.

“Looks like some-one’s enjoying this,” she remarked slyly.

“No!” Vince said sharply. “Not enjoying it. Not at all.”

“Methinks the gentleman doth protest too much.”

“Oh fuck you!” Vince snapped, temper overriding his embarrassment.

“Not a chance,” She purred. “In fact, let’s take that off the table, shall we?”

She flicked back to the previous page and read out a few more words. Vince gave a sharp yelp, then looked down, horrified. He hoiked up his skirt to look for himself… A silver metal cage had tightened around his member, welding his semi-erect boner underneath him and between his legs.

“Take that off!” Vince commanded. “Get all this shit off me!”

Holly reclined back on the sofa.

“Nope,” She said brightly. “Like I said sunshine, it’s not coming off until you’ve cleaned this whole flat to my satisfaction.”

Vince tried to make a move towards her, but couldn’t, his fists clenched in their white gloves. He took a deep breath.

“Look, Holly, I know things might have been a bit strained between us lately,” Vince wheedled.

“Yeah, that’s not going to work,” Holly said brightly.

Vince scowled at her.

“You cow! You evil little whore, let me go right now…”

Holly looked down at the book and breathed a few soft words. Mid-tirade, Vince felt the leather shift over his face. The fabric pressed closer to his lips, clinging to them, then slid over them, rapidly expanding inside his mouth. Within seconds, his mouth was packed full, his tongue pressed hard down against the bottom of his mouth, his cheeks puffed out. The fabric neatly tucked itself up, forming a perfect pair of loveheart lips on the outside and showing no sign of the immense gag currently silencing the infuriated Frenchman.

His protests cut right down to tiny little whimpers, Vince clawed at his face again, horrified, trying to rip the fabric off and get to the stuffing, but it didn’t give. He gazed beseechingly at Holly who just gave an infuriating smile and shook her head.

“Clean up the entire flat – including changing my bed,” She commanded, throwing herself onto the sofa with entirely too much cheer. “Oh, and bring me a banana milkshake would you?”

Vince scowled at her, but felt his body obey.

“Awh, who’s a good little boy?” Holly purred as he presented her with the bottle. “Chop-chop.”

Vince watched in horror as he staggered around the house, cleaning up his mess. His back was aching, he could barely breathe from the corset and gag and he nearly overbalanced on his heels several times, but worse of all was the building arousal and the total inability to do anything about it. While hidden in the kitchen he made a half-hearted fumble for himself, but couldn’t get around the cage and only succeeded in driving himself that little bit more crazy.

Before long, he’d stacked a load of rubbish in black-binliners on the doorstep and looked up at Holly, horrified. She looked up from where she’d been studying the book and gave him a pure evil smile.

“Well, take them out,” She commanded. “What are you waiting for?”

He stared at her with big brown eyes and she just smirked.

“Get on with it.”

His protests muffled beneath the leather, he grabbed the bags and hefted them to the rubbish chute. It was a communal area – any-one could see him. There were loads of other students here, and if it got out… He almost sprinted along the corridor, skirts flying and shoved the bags down the hole. He made it most of the way back before losing his balance. He fell, landing hard on his knees, butt stuck up in the air, just as he heard the elevator behind him give a soft ‘ting’.

He didn’t even look behind him, scrambling to his feet and sprinting back towards the front door and slamming it behind him. He scowled at Holly, letting lose a stream of profanity she couldn’t hear and gestured around.

“You’ve finished?” She asked, closing her book. “Are you sure?”

He gave a very obvious nod. She got up demurely and started to slowly inspect each room, checking each one in turn.

“Not bad,” She said approvingly, patting his rump.

He scowled at her, seriously debating whether to punch her, but thinking better of it.

“Yeah, you’ve done an alright job,” She continued… then looked up at a knock on the door.

She frowned, then looked at Vince.

“Are you expecting some-one?”

He shook his head mutely. There was another knock on the door.

“There in a minute!” She called.

She caught Vince by the arms and shoved him into the broom cupboard.

“Stay. There.” She commanded, and shut the door firmly on him.

Vince froze in place, listening intently. He heard her open the front door, then heard a load

of girly voices, and felt his heart drop.

“Cathy, Louise, Jane!” Holly said brightly. “What are you doing here?”

“We come bearing gifts!” Cathy said brightly holding up a bottle of Smirnoff ice. “Come on, we knew you’d just got back, that’s the perfect excuse for a party!”

A party? Vince’s heart plummeted through the floor. Regardless of Holly’s command, he couldn’t have brought himself to have left the cupboard anyway. Holly’s friends would never let him live this down. He whimpered softly to himself, frustration rolling through him. He was so damn horny right now, all he wanted to do was go to his room and fap into oblivion, but now he was going to be in here for hours, maybe all night…

He peered through one of the decorative holes in the cupboard door. The girls had clattered into the flat, sprawling on the sofas, strewing their stuff everywhere. Holly paused, picking up her book… then flicked a few pages.

“It’s looking really clean in here,” Cathy, a peroxide blonde pixie, chirped.

“Must have taken you hours knowing what a slob Vince is,” Jane observed brightly. “Where he anyway?”

“Hell if I know,” Holly remarked dryly.

Her eyes bored straight through the cupboard door and he saw her slight smirk. Her friends wouldn’t have noticed her phrasing, but he did. While she’d still said it flippantly, she seemed to have added a comma in the centre, turning the phrase into; ‘hell, if I know’.

Hell was definitely the word for it. Another wave of frustration rolled through him and he looked down pathetically. He heard Holly say something… then as he looked back up, something was wrong. All the girls were perfectly motionless, as if stuck in place, Jane in the middle of throwing a malteser into her mouth. The spherical chocolate ball hovered just off her lips, not quite touching. Holly moved towards him and opened the door.

Vince felt a burst of relief. She was going to let him go. He could have kissed her in that moment, but a split second later was glad that he hadn’t.

She muttered a few spells and he looked down. The skirt had vanished, being absorbed into the skin-tight black body-suit, and he felt his arms being pulled tight behind him. More white laces appeared in the black fabric and they were crushed together in a tight armbinder. More material ballooned over his hands, trapping them in inescapable bondage mittens, crushing his hands into helpless fists.

White shiny belts appeared out of nowhere, crushing around his arms and chest, holding them inextricably together, so he couldn’t move his arms away from his back. Vince staggered back, and when he found that he could move turned on his heel, intent on making a bid for it back to his bedroom, but a sharp bark from Holly made him stop. He turned back around to see her clear a space out in the middle of the cupboard.

“Sit,” She commanded.

He tensed up, trying to fight the compulsion, but found himself slowly lowering himself to the floor. She caught his legs and forced them into ‘lotus position’, his legs crossed with his feet resting on the top of his thighs. At a word from her, the black substance enveloping him seemed to latch onto itself, drawing his legs tight together, meaning he was unable to pull them apart again.

Satisfied that he wasn’t going anyway, she looked back down at the book. He felt cold bite over his nipples, then something really bite onto his nipples. He couldn’t look down due to the collar, but it felt like some clothespegs had tightened over them. He desperately tried to look down, to see his plight, but couldn’t. The strain on his nipples increased and he groaned, leaning forwards slightly to try and relieve the pressure. Holly put her foot between his legs and pushed his body back upright with her knee, snagging the heavy chain now dragging at his nipples and looped it over one of the coathooks on the inside wall of the cupboard.

“Just to make sure that you’re not going anywhere,” She told him with a smile. “Oh. Just one more thing, to keep you entertained…”

She muttered another spell and he cried out in surprise and pain as something seemed to inflate inside him. The same way the black had sealed his mouth, now more of the substance was forcing its way inside his arse, expanding all the way until it touched his prostate. He whimpered softly, sitting deliberately still, every movement jarring it inside him and sending spikes of mingled pleasure and pain through him. Holly looked at him, then whispered another word.

Vince leapt like electricity was running through him as the butt plug started to vibrate. It wasn’t a very strong vibration, and it wasn’t consistent either, one minute slowly increasing in tempo, the next buzzing at random intervals. Vince desperately bucked his hips, grinding against Holly’s leg, trying to unseat the cage, but Holly just removed her leg with a slightly disgusted expression. She waved her hand in his direction, and a soft burst of stars shimmered through the air… but nothing else seemed to happen.

“Have fun,” She purred. “I’ll try to remember you’re in here before I go to bed.”

She shut the door on him… and he jumped, coming almost nose to nose with a copy of himself. The cupboard had a mirror on the inside of the door, and he could see every inch of his desperate plight. He barely recognised himself in the tight black and white clothes, his nipples, already reddening, stuck out by the awkward positioning of his arms, and the chain tethering him to the wall. He groaned, caught up in how erotic he looked like that, grinding against the floor and whimpering at another maddening spike of pleasure.

“I’m just going to hang up my coat.”

Vince jumped about a mile at Cathy’s approaching voice. He screamed in terror, desperately trying to move out of the way, but he was trapped. Cathy yanked the door wide, her bright red coat in hand… and looked straight through him. She hung her coat up next to him, giving him no more thought than the abandoned wellies behind him and shut the door on him.

He sat there, heart pounding, then realised. Cathy hadn’t seen him. Holly must have hidden him somehow. So even if he wanted to, even if his mates came barrelling in looking for him, they wouldn’t see him. Vince looked into his own desperate eyes and gave a soft moan. It was going to be a long night.