Per & Dorothy (Dor) are final year students living in London, Per is Swedish finishing a degree in Media & Communications (which gives him a lot of free time) and Dor is finishing a degree in Fashion. Dor is a full time Goth and dresses in Goth fashion at all times. Per has been working at a club for the last two years which twice a month holds a Bondage / Fetish night.  As Per can get her in for free Dor went along for a look and soon found that she was into the bondage scene. As students they were permanently short of money and so they could not afford any serious fetish gear, and Dor had had to improvise what little she had, which was basically leather wrist and ankle cuffs, joined by dog chain and a leather bondage collar. All these she had made herself but she longed for something more cutting edge.

 One night she was surfing the net and drooling over some of the designs she found,

 “Have you seen this hobble dress at Demask, its absolutely wonderful!”

 Per came over and signalled his approval,

 “Yeah, it’s just right, but have you seen the price?  We are broke already and what little we have is going to blown away when we have to pay for that corset from C  & S.”

 “Hey, don’t just blame we, you were all in favour of it as well.”

 Dor had been wearing corsets on and off for the past two years and was down to a 24” waist from her natural 28”.  She firmly believed that as a Goth, a corset was an essential garment.  Per also thought she looked fantastic in a tight laced corset and for her birthday they had ordered a 20” one from C & S. Dor had thought this might be a bit to tight for her 38” bust and 40” hips, but the thought of a proper corset (and the cost) had spurred her on from her initial thoughts of a 22” waist.

 “But look, it’s so lovely, can’t we manage it somehow?”

 “No way, the only way you are going to be wearing anything like that is if you make it yourself.”

Being a fashion student, Dor had made most of her clothes and really only purchased underwear and footwear.

 “You know I haven’t got time for anything like that.  I am snowed under and I still haven’t found anything to do for my final project.”

Per was quite for a moment, and then replied,

“Well you could kill three birds with one stone, design yourself a killer bondage outfit, use it as your project and get the college to pay for it.”

Per was referring to the fact that the college would give her £200 for materials on her final project.

Dor could see that he was joking and they left it at that.

The next day at college Dor started thinking again about what Per had said.  She and the rest of the course were all striving for a radical project, something that would get them noticed, something different. Later that day she went to see Mrs Franklin her project tutor and discussed Per’s idea with her.

Back at their flat, she told Per,

“OK, your amazing idea has been accepted, with some reservations.”

He gave her a questioning look, “What idea?”

 “Your three birds with one stone, the bondage outfit.  I saw Mrs Franklin today and she approved it in principle, but we have to overcome two things.”

 “What are they?”

 “One, the finished outfit has got to be practical in some form, on a day to day basis, which seems to me to defeat the object of a bondage outfit, and two we will have to totally handle the marketing side of the project.”

 “Well you’re the designer you should be able handle the design side, but what do you mean about the marketing side?”

 “Part of the project is marketing the design.  Usually you have to make the outfit, and then take it one of the tame buyers on the colleges list, to discuss costs and marketing, but Mrs Franklin is adamant that no one on the list would be interested in a bondage outfit.”

 “What do you think”?

 “Well it’s a good idea.  A bondage outfit would certainly turn some heads at the college, but unless we can fulfill the marketing requirement it’s dead in the water.”

 “Look, I’ll talk to Jimmy and see if he has any ideas.”

 (Jimmy ran the fetish and bondage night’s at the club).

“What are your thoughts on the outfit?”

“Well, it’s got to have a hobble skirt, maybe some sort of arm restraint and possibly a posture collar, but I haven’t really thought about it”.

“ If I had my way it would have all three.”

“So would I, but what has got me stumped is Mrs Franklin’s spanner in the works, that it’s got to have a practical side.”

2 Months Later

 Well the day had arrived, Jimmy had given Per a few numbers and after a multitude of phone calls Per had organised the presentation and marketing day. They were going to show Dor’s design at the Erotica show at Earls Court. Per had got finally got hold of a guy at ‘O’ Magazine who showed some interest and said they could hold a presentation for exhibitors on their stand after the show had closed, but it was their responsibility to drum up the interest. Per had got a mate to fetch them some cheap wine back from Calais and he and Dor were going to start early at the show trying to entice some of the exhibitors to the come to the presentation.  

When they entered the show, Dor was wearing what at first glance looked like a wrinkled 80’s power dressing suit in white, with a straight knee length skirt, a jacket with a peplum, a wide black patent belt, padded shoulders and a small stand up collar. On second glance the detail made it look slightly out of the ordinary as the seams were all lined on the outside with webbing and there were extra webbing straps and buckles around the long turned back cuffs, around the elbows and one at mid thigh and a final one at knee level. The slight capped sleeves had what looked to be purely decorative zips and at the back was a 4” wide bank of what again seemed to be purely decorative lacing from the bottom of the skirt to the peplum, and the same on the jacket.

“Are you sure about this Per. What if we can’t get anybody to come?”

“Look, the dress is amazing and we only need a couple to come to satisfy Mrs Franklin. The guy from ‘O’ said he would provide a photographer, I delivered the wine last night. We can only do our best, now are we ready?”

Per had decided that the enticement of the exhibitors would be a multi stage operation with the first stage getting there interest with the dress in it’s “practical mode”, as such Dor was dressed in accessories she would not normally be seen dead in, sensible black courts with a low (for her) 2” heel, white stockings, a pair of sensible clear glasses and she had borrowed a blond wig and blow dried it into a fashion model style. Her makeup was not her usual blues and blacks, but just light blusher and some pink lipstick. She was holding a clipboard and would hopefully at first glance look like his assistant.

Per was wearing a tee-shirt with white lettering -

ZTTO - Zero to Total Bondage Dress

• 2 lengths of hobble skirt
• 3 types of external arm restraint
• 3 types of internal arm restraint
• 3 types of posture collar
• Adjustable breast restraint
• Fully adjustable for all sizes

 He also carried a sports bag with the rest of their gear.

 “Right let’s start off with the ‘O’ stand and see what he says.”

 Paul at the ‘O’ stand was happy to talk as the show had only just begun.

 “Well where’s the dress then?”

 “She’s wearing it!”

 Paul looked at Dor, then re-read the list on Per’s tee-shirt, and then looked again at Dor.

 “This suit will do all that?”

 “Yep, were going to go round the exhibitors this morning with the dress like it is now and hopefully get the same reaction, and later on we we’ll keep on going round and exposing more and more of its features. Hopefully by five O‘clock we will have raised enough interest to get some of them to come to the presentation and Dor’s tutor who is coming along to see it, will pass her on the project.”

 “Well good luck to you, …………….. Are you sure it will do all that?”, pointing at Per’s tee-shirt.

 They did the round of likely stands and the exhibitors were usually polite, but did not show much interest, except for the same disbelief as Paul. Per left them all with the same line,

 “We will pop by later to show you some of the features.” 

When they had finished Per said,

 “OK into the toilet, put on your war paint, dump the wig, do your hair and I’ll meet you on the ‘O’ stand.”

"Hey not to tight, I still have got to be able to walk.” 

Per ignored her, as he was already undoing the webbing straps at her wrist and elbows and threading them through the adjacent loops on the jacket. He pulled each one tight and when he had finished Dor’s arms were pinned to the jacket body.  He stood back and saw that the jacket was being pulled out a bit so he went round the back and tightened the back lacing until Dor’s arms were pulled tight to her body. 

Paul from ‘O’ was watching all this with interest, “Impressive!”, and looking at Per’s tee- shirt again, “and by the look of it, you have still got a way to go.” 

Per and Dorothy set off again, only this time slower, as Dor could only manage tiny teetering steps with hobble skirt and the unfamiliar 6” heels.  Per walked beside her with his hand on one arm ready to catch Dor if she fell as she sashayed down the aisles. This time they got a lot more interest from the visitors to the show, and several took photographs and the exhibitors were more interested.  A couple even committed to coming to the presentation. They slowly made the rounds; Dor could manage no other speed and made their way back to the ‘O’ stand.

Once there, Per released her arms and Dor sat down and took the weight off her aching feet, while Per talked to Paul. After 10 minutes, Per came back over to Dor. 

“Right, Paul reckons we still need more people to make it worth while, and we’ve got time for one more round.” 

“Oh not again, these boots are killing me, I know they look great but they are not meant for walking in.” 

“It’s up to you Dor, we have only got a few names, and some of them might turn out to be no shows.  We want to make sure we get enough to keep Mrs Franklin happy”

 Dor thought about it and knew she had to make the effort, and nodded assent.

 “OK, but what do you have in mind?”

 “Right full hobble, mono-glove arms, full mask, breasts out and the corset as tight laced as possible to show how the back lacing allows the dress to adjust to your figure.”

 “I am not showing my breasts to all these people.  What would people think?”

 Paul did not answer, but nodded, behind her. Dor turned and saw five models walking by wearing nothing but thongs and high heels.

 “ I’d say they would think you were overdressed.”

Dor said she would think about it and so they started to get her ready.  She stood up and winced as her feet took the strain of the high heels and her toes were compressed and squeezed again. They went to the back of the ‘O’ and took off the dress, got the corset and liner out from their bag, put on her corset liner and eased the new C & S corset around her waist.  With Dor hanging onto a door handle, Per quickly laced her down to 24.”

 “How far do you want to go?”

 Dor, thought for a moment.  The week before she had got Per to lace it closed to 20”, but she had only managed an hour before she had to be let out to 22”.

 “Lets try 21!” If there is a time to show of my figure this is it.”

 Per smiled and continued lacing.  Dor felt her waist being squashed with every tug, and started to pant a little to cope with the compression.

Per finished and started tying off.

 “Are you sure that’s 21” it’s feels really tight?”

 “One inch gap, that should be 21” shouldn’t it?”

 “I suppose so, but we had better loosen it before the presentation or I’ll faint.”

Back on went the dress and Per reached down and undid some more straps and the skirt extended until it reached the top of the heels of the boot.  He tightened the webbing straps and then tightened the back lacing, until Dors legs were pinned together for most of there length. Next Per turned down one of the long cuffs until it was well past Dor’s fingers and then folded the excess over and back and fastened them back to a loop on the sleeve using a webbing strap that had been concealed in the sleeve. He repeated the act on the other side and Dor was left just wearing finger and thumbless white mittens. 

Per then reached inside the shoulders and released the padding on both sides, this was the built in posture collar. He pulled both sides out, unrolled them and joined the two sides at the front with a zip, covered the zip with a Velcro flap and put it down, and then stood back and pointed to the two patch pockets of the dress.

 “OK, thinking times over, are you going to really wow these people or are you going to chicken out?”

 Dor, got a bit angry at his comment and said,

 “How can anybody call me a chicken?  I am the one parading round in this outfit, so it’s my decision”

 “Well what’s it to be?”

 “OK, go for it!”

“Yes, but I will still be able to feel them, did you have to do them quite so tight?”

 “Stop moaning, they look wonderful, really pert”

 Per, zipped the front back up and covered the zip with the velcro flap.  He then went behind and tightened the top lacing so that Dor’s waist was smoothly defined and her breasts jutted out from a flat bodice.  Next he pulled both her arms back and fastened them together at the elbow and the wrist using the webbing straps. He tightened them until Dor’s elbows were touching and her shoulders were pulled well back. This had the added effect that her breasts were pushed even further out.

 Dor was now totally helpless and with no arms for balance, she started to totter slightly backwards and forwards making miniscule 2” steps to the limit of the hobble skirt, panting slightly from the exertion as her cramped lungs struggled for air.

Dor now stood as calmly as possible.  The only sound was from her now was a rapid sniffing noise from nostrils as she pulled in air. Paul from ‘O’ had been watching this rapid transformation, came over and said,

 “Dor you look sensational, lets get a few pictures.”  He grabbed her arm and started moving over towards the front of the stand in front of the ‘O’ logo. Dor had no option but to try to follow, and as Paul was moving to fast nearly fell in the first foot.  Paul realised his mistake and caught her and slowly helped her the rest of the way, which was only 10ft, but must have taken Dor a minute to complete with her diminutive steps.

 “John, over her mate, lets have a few pictures!”

 A few pictures was three rolls, and she was photographed from every angle, full shots, torso shots, head shots and even shots with Per and Paul. As she stood there helpless, Dor considered that nobody had asked her if she wanted the full frontal shots, but she was in no position to argue.

 “OK, Dor lets get going, if this does not catch their eye nothing will.”

 Per took her arm and led her off the stand, easing her down the 4” step off the stand.  Dor started off up the aisle.  She caused a sensation.  Everybody stopped or turned to look. They had plenty of time as Dor was moving very slowly, tottering along with miniscule steps, with her head angled back and not being able to see the ground for at least 10ft in front of her, her arms pinioned back, the wasp waist defined by the laced dress, her legs pinioned by the ankle length hobble skirt, and all balanced on the inadequate support of the needle thin stiletto metallic heels and the postage stamp soles.

 After 10 minutes they had hardly managed 50yds and had still not reached the first stand and Per realised that they would run out of time and so leaning Dorothy against a convenient column he bent down and relaxed the bottom of the hobble skirt.  It was still very tight from her hips to below her knees, but would allow her a 5” stride. After this, they made better progress, with Per hurrying Dor along and Dor swinging her hips and making a multitude of tiny strides up to the limit of the skirt, tottering along beside him.

 This time they did get some interest.  Per handed out leaflets and Dor stood powerless beside him, wobbling on the heels, displaying the product with all she’d got.

 As 5 O’clock approached they ended up back at the ‘O’ stand ready for the demonstration.  Per quickly unlaced and unzipped the mask and then took off the gag and Dor, who was still drooling from the gag, was gasping for air. Next she was released from the mono glove and mittens, and while Per bent down and started loosening and taking up the hobble, she turned back the cuffs to release her hands. She then quickly unzipped the front and released the nooses on her breasts and popped them back through the holes in the dress. Per reached over to the bag and handed up the patch pockets and Dor tried to velcro them back into place, but the dress bodice was still too tight and her breasts still so prominent that she could not make them fit.  Thus, she just velcroed them at the top and left them flapping. Dor then tidied up the cuffs and refastened the webbing straps on her arms, trying to make her self as tidy as possible.

 When Per had finished with the skirt and adjusted the back lacing so that it was back to knee length and straight, he picked up the posture collar, split the front zip and handed one side to Dor to roll up. When both sides were rolled, he inserted them into them into shoulders and velcroed them into place. Dor pointed at the her bosom and Per went around the back to give her enough slack to fastened the patch pockets and then found got out the patent belt and peplum and refitted them.

 “Damn we forgot to loosen the corset, and my ribs are beginning to really ache” 

“No time now, it’s nearly five.  You tidy up your makeup and I’ll start opening the wine”

 Paul had laid out the bottles and some plastic cups on a table, and also put a board with one of Per’s leaflets on it and somehow found a small podium for the presentation, Per had hardly got one bottle open when one of the exhibitors turned up, closely followed by Mrs Franklin, Dor’s tutor. Dor finished her makeup and started distributing wine. After 10 minutes, and with about 20 people on the stand Paul, announced them and Dor took her place on the podium and Per started. 

He first pointed out the nylon material and double stitched webbing reinforced seams. He reeled off its features using the list from his tee-shirt.  He then showed each feature in turn with a running commentary. The first stage hobble, the second stage hobble, this time tightening the back lacing until Dor’s legs were squashed together. He then fastened her arms to the bodice and tightened up the back lacing to emphasise the shape of her tightly laced waist. Next he released the arms and extended the cuffs. He then crossed Dor’s arms below her breasts and pulling out a webbing strap and attaching it to the loops at the end of the cuffs, pulled it tight, forcing her arms into her body to show the strait jacket mode. He then moved quickly on through the mono-glove mode as most of the audience had already seen it.  As each stage was completed the ‘O’ photographer jumped forward and a full roll from all angles. Dor tried to look cool calm and collected, but the corset was rally digging in, she panted for breath, her feet were killing her and she felt she would fall off the small podium any second as Per had tightened the hobble so tight that she had less than an inch of movement to correct her balance. 

“ And now we go onto show the three internal arm restraints modes,” said Per.

  Down came the dress again; this time he folded the back upwards in half and Dor stretched her arms backwards into a reverse prayer. She was not very good at this position and so when Per raised the bag over her arms, he had to force her arms upwards so that he could zip up the front. Even more applause. 

“And now for the finale, the posture collar and the breast bondage.” 

He went on to explain that the posture collar could be supplied in three heights, low lightly boned, high and stiffly boned and high with the facemask.  He then unzipped the front again, reached in and pulled the posture collar from the shoulder pads, pulled off the patch pockets, fed Dors breasts through the holes and cinched them tight at the base. He fastened on the gag, and then zipped up the two halves of the posture collar, laced it tight and stood back. 

“And there you are ladies and gentlemen, zero to total bondage in one,” looking at Mrs Franklin, “a totally practical outfit, designed and modelled by Dor.” 

The audience applauded loudly, and Per bowed.  Dorothy, however, stood wobbling on the podium and could not see them.  All she could see was the roof. 

Per quickly relented and released her from the posture collar and lifted her down from the podium to answer questions and let the exhibitors see it up close, he still left her arms bound, and the hobble skirt tight and Dor wobbled as she tried to look composed in front of the exhibitors.

 Dorothy began answering questions, about material, cost etc and then saw Mrs Franklin at the back of the crowd.  Mrs Franklin, stuck up her thumb and mouthed “A+” and waved goodbye.

Author :- Well I think it’s a good idea and somebody should market it. - Mike