"Today's agenda is planning a trip for the student council to take with the extra money we made from the cafe we ran for the school fair. It doesn't need to be anything official, so feel free to suggest something recreational." Asami started the council meeting as usual.
"Hmm, maybe a trip to an amusement park? A sight seeing trip to the mountains? Or the beach?" I mused a bunch of ideas I thought of on the spot.
"Roller coasters could be fun. We could go visit haunted houses and ride rafts at the water park, too. Of course, Ko-chan would probably not be able to get on all the rides..." Hinari poked fun immediately, causing Matsuko to try and stifle a laugh.
"Anime convention. I'll sell art." Naruyo offered her services as an artist.
"Well... I think we're supposed to be spending money, not making more, right? But a convention could be fun, there are lots of things to do there, panels to see, shops to browse." I rubbed my chin as I considered this new idea.
"Speaking of conventions, I know one convention I wouldn't mind going to." Sakari spoke up from the back of the room. "There's a bondage convention happening nearby soon. They have live demonstrations, escape contests, gear markets, panels and classes. I've eyed it for a while now."
"W-w-wait, is that even appropriate for a class activity?" I was caught off guard by the idea, but it was less surprising coming from Sakari.
"Well, we can just say we're going to an amusement park. We don't have to report the REAL place we go. I'm in, at least, it seems like everyone in this room has some interest in this area, right?" Matsuko explained how we would handle the reporting of this activity.
Quickly after, the entire council agreed with the exception of me. Unable to withstand the tides of peer pressure, our activity was set for that weekend. "So... what do we need to bring to this convention?"
"Oh, don't worry, they have costumes and such there, we can just wear whatever and change on site." Sakari may know a bit TOO much about this convention, now that I think about it.
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"We're heading to Y City today, is everyone ready? It'll be a few hours to get there, so if you're hungry or need to use the restroom, now's the time." Matsuko looked around the foyer at the rest of the council members. Naruyo held up a small backpack and smiled. "Snacks."
We all headed outside and I saw an extremely long car in front of the dorm. "We're riding in that? I've never been in a car like that before." Matsuko patted my head, "All the best for the student council. Since we're going in style, I might as well ask for someone to drive us there." She opened the door and everyone got in.
Minutes later, we were on the road and Naruyo was already handing out snacks she had made the night before. I slowly nibbled on a cookie while I adjusted the seatbelt again. Matsuko looked over curiously. "Is something wrong, Ko-chan? You've been fidgeting with the seatbelt the whole time."
"Yeah... It keeps cutting into my neck if I don't adjust it, but then it slips back up after a while. It's kind of bugging me." I decided to just hold it away from my neck with one hand while eating with the other.
"Hm... I can see that. Another downside of being such a cute size. I'll have to make some accommodations for next time we take a ride. I'm sure we can figure something out." She smiled and watched me shift around yet again. The rest of the trip continued without incident, and we were dropped off in front of the Y City Convention Center. The driver indicated we should call her when we were ready to return and that she would be nearby, before driving off down the road.
At the entrance, we got our passes and headed into the next room, costuming. The event expected attendees to either arrive wearing appropriate gear, or rent a costume, as assigned by the staff.
The costuming staff would examine each con-goer and determine the best costume for them, and there were no second chances. If you did not like the costume the staff offered, your only choices were to suck it up and wear it, or leave the con altogether.
Thus a lot of people would dress or act in such a way as to give the desired first impression to the staff. The student council didn't do anything special, just arrived in casual clothing. Of course, in my case, that meant my gold bikini outfit. The attendant seemed to be quite excited when she saw us come up to the booth.
"Good morning, Manager Erimi" Matsuko smiled and greeted the attendant as she approached.
"Ah, good morning, Young Mistress, I'll help make sure you have a great day today!" Erimi replied happily.
Young Mistress? Is Matsuko actually from one of those high-class families like in manga?
"Are you girls here for costumes? I will pick you all out good ones." She looked at each girl closely. "Well you're the easiest. Come with me." She grabbed Matsuko by the hand and brought her to a door. She typed a few letters into the pad by the door and a box was ejected onto the table in the next room. "Don't worry, the attendants inside will help you get dressed."
"See you in a few minutes." Matsuko waved to the rest and went inside and shut the door. Erimi then looked at the rest one by one. "You, door number two. I have something cute for you" She led Naruyo to the next door.
As she was considering the remaining four girls, Matsuko came back out of the door. She was wearing an expansive opera dress made of leather, with skirts that stretched out for several feet in each direction. Paired with long gloves and tall heels, Matsuko's 180cm became 190cm, easily looking down on the rest of the group.
"...Too cool... When can I be like that?" My inner thoughts leaked out once more, only to have cold water dumped straight on my head, "Yeah right, maybe in your next lifetime Miss Fairy. Haven't you already stopped growing for two years?" Asami cruelly shattered my dreams from the side, but this was not ignored by Erimi. Hinari was also in the back, stifling a laugh.
"As I thought. The queen of the group deserves a fitting regalia. You wear it quite well, Young Mistress." Erimi fretted about the dress a little before turning back to the group. She looked at me and started asking questions. "Young girl, why are you holding your arms like that? Is someone making you do it? What about your boots? Your outfit?"
"Oh um.." I stepped back, not expecting so many questions that were a bit embarrassing. "I just sort of started to do this because it was comfortable to hold them like this. As for my outfit... That's just the style of clothes I'm used to. I can't wear any kinds of boots other than ballet boots, by the way." Erimi raised a hand to her mouth and smiled.
"And the one you like is... her?" She pointed to Matsuko, which made me blush and shake my head wildly. "I see. Well, you can come with me, little miss." She led me to a door, but not before Asami chimed in from behind.
"You might as well give her a dog costume, it would fit her position the best." Erimi frowned, but ignored the trash talk. Once she opened the door, a light push on my back propelled me stumbling into the room.
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Inside, two girls smiled and opened the box that appeared from the slot in the wall. "How cute. We don't get many like you." She opened the box and dumped a pile of leather onto the table. "Well, first, your current clothing has to go in this box. We'll keep it for you until you leave at the end of the convention." Her partner moved behind me while she started pulling at my gloves.
"Wait, everything? But then I'll be n-n-" I was interrupted by my bikini top falling away, the knots having been untied. "Ahh!" I tried to cover myself, but one hand was being held by the attendant in front of me who was removing one of my gloves. It didn't take more than another minute before they had stripped all of my clothing off, not that I was wearing much to begin with.
"No need to be so modest. We see a different naked girl every 5 minutes, so it's nothing we haven't seen before. Though, you might be the shortest one I've seen before." She gave a little laugh as she looked me up and down. "That said. You may be short, but you're making me jealous just looking at you. She traced her hands down my sides from my chest to my hips. I've been chasing this hourglass waist my entire life, but here it is. And even with your hands you can't hide this unrealistically large chest." She grabbed my wrists and pulled them away, letting my chest fall free. I blushed deeply and was about to yell when the attendant behind me covered my mouth and whispered in my ear. "Don't yell, it's just a bit of light teasing, you should be proud of your body. I suspect many, many people at this convention would dream of having it.
Even though I didn't really like being molested, I decided not to make things difficult for this pair just doing their job. "C-can we get on with things then?" I wasn't really in a position to resist, the girl in front of me was holding my wrists quite tightly, and the girl behind me was holding my mouth, not tightly enough to keep me from speaking, but it would be simple for her to clamp it shut in an instant.
"Of course. Forgive my indiscretion." The girl in front let go of my wrists and turned to the pile of leather on the table. "This will help you show off all of your beautiful assets, little girl." She picked up a length of leather and handed it to the other girl, who placed it around my waist. "Hold still, miss, this corset is going to take a while to lace up." I could feel her manipulating and pulling behind me, but it hadn't started to get tight yet.
The other girl held some more bits of leather and said sharply "Arms forward." I instinctively complied, and she started pulling new gloves up my arms. They had reached my shoulders before I realized the problem. Instead of ending in fingers, like normal gloves, these had finger holes on the inside, but they were smooth on the outside, with my hands forced into tight fists inside the glove.
"Wait! Wait a second!" I pulled my arms back, but the gloves were already so far up my arms that I couldn't easily free my hands from the ends of the mittens. And to make it worse, the girl in front of me had already buckled a leather strap around my left wrist, and she was working on the right wrist. She completely ignored me until she had finished buckling all four straps on my wrists and upper arms before looking inquisitively.
"What's the matter? Is something uncomfortable?" She seemed a bit worried and moved my arms and wrists around looking for any snags or folds in the leather.
"No.. it's comfortable, but I can't move my hands! How am I supposed to take these off now?" I waved my fists back and forth and tried to flex my fingers, but they were held tightly by the leather.
"Oh, you silly girl, that is the point. These mittens will keep those cute fingers of yours under control until someone else decides to let you go." She covered her mouth with her hand and giggled under her breath.
"Wait, I'm stuck?!" I tried to step away, but I was pulled back in place by the girl lacing my corset. "Hold still, I'm almost done with your corset." When she finished lacing the last holes, she started pulling on the ends, which caused it to start getting tighter around my waist. "Ah!" I wasn't prepared for the breath to be driven from my lungs and almost fell over from the first tug, but I was held up by the other girl who was now holding my wrists.
"A little help, please?" The girl pulling on my corset grunted, and the other girl complied. She lifted my hands above my head and lifted me up. Even though I was already on my tip toes due to how my feet were, I could barely even graze the ground with my toes. As I dangled from my wrists, the other girl pulled the corset even tighter. "T-thanks" she grunted again as she tightened.
A minute later, just when it was getting quite difficult to breathe, I heard "Done." from behind me. The girl holding me up let me back down to the ground, but she didn't let my arms go yet. I heard some fabric rustling, a zipper pulled, a few clicks and latches, then finally some snaps. "All locked in, you can let her go." After this, she let my arms go and I immediately reached behind me. The corset was rigid all the way from right beneath my chest down to my pelvis, and when I moved my arms around behind me, all I heard were some dull clacking sounds.
"W-what about the keys?" She jingled a keyring with a few keys on it in front of me. "He he, even if I gave these to you, you wouldn't be able to do anything with them as long as you're wearing these." She held up my wrist, then put the keys down on the table. "Speaking of these, let's finish these up and get a move on. Holding my wrist with one hand, she put a lock through the buckle on my wrist with the other hand. A quick snap locked it shut, and then she repeated the process on the other three buckles on my mittens.
"Let's get your new boots on, dear, have a seat here." The other girl grabbed my shoulders from behind and pulled me back onto a stool. The first girl came over with a pair of boots with straps and laces on them. She knelt down in front of me and grabbed my foot and ankle. A little manipulation and she gasped audibly. "Wow.. I've never seen feet like this. So you really can't bend your ankles anymore? How did you train to end up like this?"
I blushed a bit and explained meekly. "Ha..ha.. my friends changed all my clothes to have ballet boots with them. After a few months my ankles just kind of ended up like this.. I don't know how to make them go back.."
The girl giggled, "Why would you want them to go back? They're beautiful just how they are~ I mentioned it before, but there are plenty of people at this con that would pay to get ankles like this. You should just embrace it head on, if you ask me."
I thought over what she said, but I wasn't completely sure. "Well, regardless of what I want, the person who makes all my clothing really likes these kinds of boots, so I don't really have an option not to wear them."
"Ah, you have that kind of relationship already, how cute. I wish you well with your mistress." The girl smiled warmly as if she was imagining something. "She's not my mistr-" I started to protest, but a finger was placed over my lips. "It's fine, I understand, you just like to wear whatever makes her happy, right? How endearing. I'm envious of you two."
She pulled both boots up to my thighs and each girl began to lace one of them. After a few minutes they had pulled the boots tight all the way to the top, where they tied them off. Each buckled the straps around my ankles and thighs and slipped locks into them. She pulled me to my feet by my waist, and then patted my shoulders.
"Ha ha... even wearing mittens, you still immediately went back to your reverse prayer arm pose. When will such a perfect girl enter my life..." The attendant made a show of crying some fake tears before she checked the table. "Looks like we're done. We'll keep these safe until you're done." She flipped the box with my clothes in it shut and locked it, before pushing the box back through the hole in the wall. "Now, don't lose these, or you'll be adding mittens and a corset to the list of clothing you wear all the time." She held out the keyring, which I managed to pin between my mittened hands, and guided me back towards the door.
"W-w-wait! I'm still naked!" I resisted the push from behind, but she just pushed me harder in response.
"Embrace it, my dear. You'll understand when you get inside, not only will you not look out of place, you'll actually be one of the less outlandishly dressed subs around." She whispered in my ear as she led me to the door.
As I was going out the door I turned my head to ask "Wait, what's a sub?" but all I got back was a laugh and a "You'll figure it out someday, now hurry up, your friends are waiting." And with that, the door was shut behind me.