EC III-XI: I Can Fix You Extended

  B: “Talk about a revitalized relationship! I had no idea that he had such a kinky side to him. This outfit is such great fun! I sure can’t wait for him to come back so we can play together!”

C: “From here, I shall observe my dear Beata for some time through a hidden camera, in waiting for a certain event to transpire. One could think of my plan as pure sadism or psychopathy at work, but I am merely solving a problem. Besides, I’m not telling anyone there was a plan at all. To the world outside my brain, it would be just an unfortunate, unforeseen accident. My prized ensemble I got for her just happened to be Enchanted, already half-charged.”

B: “I really feel like my limbs are useless! I would definitely not risk taking real steps with these ballet boots on. And then, this armbinder is so unrelenting. Yeah, I’m never getting up on my own if I fall down on this carpet face first. And this bodysuity thing? It just seems to be holding me tighter every minute, like I’m held by him, but constantly, you know? Where is he? He said ‘5 minutes, sweetie’!”

C: “Our relationship spins for more than a decade now. Heavenly highs and all-time lows. Betrayals, quarrels, affairs. We would split in an ugliest way, but time would heal. I would always forgive Beata, my only love. She would always return right back to me. Now, I’ve finally decided to take the highs without the lows.”

B: “‘Chris! Where’d your ass go?’ — I shouted loudly. I mean, seriously! I’m getting seriously horny here all on my own! Have I mentioned the plug lodged deep in my butt? Well, I think it’s bigger than it was before, and I think it’s an ongoing process. My man doesn’t like to show his full spectrum of emotions, but if I cum before he even returns... That would be super weird, right?”

C: “Once she thinks even once about the plug, it is the beginning of the end. She loves her sexy times with her butt so much. My remote for her suit is right there, I can stop this. I’ve decided I won’t. I’ll remember how smooth and slender her hands were, stuffed together, as I slid the zipper over them and secured it with a click. I’m never gonna see them again, and she won’t slap me with them out of nowhere. Same with her beautiful but kicky feet and her perky breasts. But I get to keep the rest.”

B: “The more he’s gone the more I feel like I’m trapped. I’ve been pretend struggling at first, but now I’m at my best and there’s no difference at all! This armbinder turned out to be way, way stronger than me. And, well, I can’t open it from inside, I can’t use my phone, can’t even peek out the room to look around for this stupid idiot. Surely, he has to know I can’t stay unfucked after being dressed up like that!”

C: “I haven’t a clue how the previous wearer refrained from going all the way herself. It hurts to keep my boner under the table and my hands above, but I only get to keep the prize only if I play it right. Look at how she moves around when she’s all ready to go. Look at her face straining for love. She couldn’t resist with other men, so doing it with clothes won’t be a problem at all, I bet.”

B: “It’s definitely growing. So warm right now... If only to help me cum, I need my hands so much, but they’re so stuck! The locks on the boots are so jiggly, but were they even necessary? Ah, and my body is so held, so squeezed, mmm... Mmmmm... I can’t! I need to, ummmm, call for himmmmm... ‘AAAAAMMHHHH!’”

C: “’Activation commencing.’ — And it’s all over. The restrictive outfit just locked itself forever onto her body. I’d be so horny if I weren’t sweating for a different reason. She’s perfect now. I’ve fixed her. But was I really in the right to decide it for her? In a couple weeks, I may really want to forget that I was behind all this. And when I do forget, surely, I will be fixed, too.”