Chapter 1: The Conspiracy
Chris was sure this was inescapable the pile of pink clothes, heels, and solid pink steel bars, all made to trap him in a prisoner princess senerieo.
The basement dungeon was a labyrinth of shadows, transformed into a whimsical, pink princess-themed prison. The air was thick with the scent of paint and the faint echo of a ticking clock. He was a prisoner in his own home, bound by his own desires. He had spent all day yesterday making sure each lock's keys were placed in the timelock safe, all he had to do was input a time and there would be no escape from anything he was about to put on.
He had meticulously planned this, the thrill of being locked in, unable to escape until the timer ran out, was what he lived for. But he hadn't counted on Sarah's mischief.
He shivered in the cold of the basement he had even taken his male clothing off upstairs. He quickly began to lock the male to female chastity device around his cock sealing it away, then the steel bra giving him a pair of inescapable d sized breast.
He slipped into a pair of thigh high stockings, the cool fabric against his skin making him shiver. He stepped into the pink heels, the height making him wobble slightly. Two clicks went the locks on the 6 inch stielttos, the steel shell made to keep the laces and zipper locked shut.
He wiggled his toes, the pink polish chipping slightly. He looked at himself in the mirror, the reflection of a woman staring back at him. His chastity belt hiding all manhood behind a steel shell. He moved on to the chastity bra. There was a adhesive that he didn't remember putting on the breastforms but he quickly placed them on and snapped the lock on the bra. Upstairs his girlfriend saw the lock clicked shut and she knew the adhesive would soon make sure the breastforms wouldn't be coming off tonight or maybe even this month. But she wanted to wait until "Valyrie" dug herself in to a situation there was no way to get out of.
She had seen the stories that he had been browsing about crossdressers being stuck unable to escape being dressed up or unable to be a man once the trap was sprung and her little Valyrie was walking high heel first into the trap. And even now as he finished putting on the pink lingerie she was recording his own blackmail, but she had to make sure it looked as if he did it all to himself. That way he could not argue his way out of the pretty trap. And the second he zipped on the corset the mechanism he had designed to tighten it had been modified to tighten to a very girlish shape.
The corset was a steel cage that crushed his ribs together, making his waist narrow and his breasts pushed up. The mechanism beeped as it remolded to a feminine 22 inch waist and shut down unable to be turned on without a handcuff key.
Chris gasped, the corset squeezing the air out of him. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short gasps. He was trapped, completely at the mercy of his own design. Then he slipped on the perfectly inescapable sissy princess gown, each of the 6 padlocks securing him in. Each click making sure that there was no escape. Then he snapped the cum slut collar lock shut.
The collar was a thick band of steel around his neck, the lock clicking shut with a finality that sent a shiver down his spine. He could feel the cold metal against his skin, the weight of it heavy on his neck. He looked at himself in the mirror, the reflection of a woman staring back at him, her eyes wide and her lips parted in a silent scream. He was a prisoner, a slave to his own desires. He pulled the safety pin from the cell door now if he moved too quickly or made the motion sensor or sound sensor go off the cell door would slam shut.
He had to move slowly and carefully. He looked at the camera in the corner of the room. Then his high heels clicked too loud.
The door slammed shut and all 10 deadbolts locked. Pushing him to the open manicles.