Freedom's Illusion: A Dance of Dominance

Chapter 13: Bound Again

The sound of the red high heel clattering to the floor hadn't even faded when Alex felt it—a searing, intense pain surging through his wrist from the bracelet. His muscles tensed, his breath caught in his throat, and his eyes teared up as the agony held him in place. It felt like an eternity, though it must have only been a few seconds before the pain stopped, leaving Alex gasping for breath.

As his mind struggled to recover, a voice—her voice—cut through the silence. It was clear and commanding, as though she were standing right beside him.

"Did I allow you to take them off?" Mistress Evangeline's voice echoed through his living room. "Put them back on. NOW!"

Alex froze, his heart racing. His eyes darted around the room, half expecting to find her lurking in the shadows. How is this possible? Is she in my house? Panic started to build as questions flooded his mind. Are there cameras? Did she install something? The realization hit him hard—he wasn't safe anywhere.

He stood there too long, paralyzed by fear and confusion, and then another sharp jolt of electricity surged through the bracelet, this time shorter but still painful. It snapped him back to reality.

Frantic, Alex grabbed the fallen heel and shoved it back onto his foot, his hands trembling. He quickly reached for the other shoe and slipped it on.

"Better," Mistress Evangeline's voice cooed, satisfied. "But naturally, you'll be punished for taking them off." Her tone darkened with the promise of retribution.

Alex swallowed hard, his heart hammering in his chest. The thought of what "punishment" meant terrified him.

"Now," she continued, her voice cold and precise, "go to your cupboard and take the box back out. I cannot believe you dared to put it there in the first place... From now on, you will wear bras and panties at all times. The only time you're allowed to remove them is when you shower."

With shaking knees, Alex obediently trudged up the stairs, each step made awkward by the unfamiliar sensation of the heels digging into his feet. Going up felt like an ordeal, the narrow heel throwing off his balance. He stumbled once, barely catching himself on the handrail.

Reaching his bedroom, he opened the cupboard and saw the dreaded brown cardboard box tucked away, the one he thought he'd finally escaped. With a sigh of defeat, he pulled it out. Inside were the matching bra and panties sets he had hoped to never see again. Reluctantly, he selected a soft, baby blue set. The lace felt delicate in his hands, but the very sight of it filled him with frustration.

The act of putting on the bra once more felt like a slow walk into a nightmare. The cups squeezed around his chest, and the strap pulled tightly against his back, reminding him of the irritating days and nights he had endured while wearing them. He couldn't believe he was back to this. The panties slid on next, the silky material feeling foreign against his skin.

As soon as he was fully dressed, he made sure the heels were back on his feet before leaving the room. He felt ridiculous, humiliated. The weight of everything—the heels, the lingerie, the ever-present threat of his Mistress—seemed to bear down on him.

"Good girl," her voice purred through the bracelet.

Alex flinched. Girl? He thought, confused. She must've misspoken. But before he could dwell on it, her next command came swiftly.

"Now go to the kitchen table. There's a box waiting for you."

Panic shot through Alex as he made his way down the stairs, each step more unsteady than the last. The heels made going down a precarious balancing act, and more than once, he nearly lost his footing. He stumbled to the kitchen, his heels clicking against the floor, the sound reminding him of his humiliation with every step.

When he reached the table, there it was—a plain, unmarked box. It hadn't been there before, he was certain. His mind reeled as he stared at it. How did she get this into my house? The thought of Mistress Evangeline having access to his home made him feel violated, trapped.

With trembling hands, Alex opened the box. Inside were two flesh-colored objects, smooth and rubbery to the touch. They felt strange in his hands, and for a moment, he couldn't make sense of what they were.

Then, her voice cut through the confusion once more.

"They're breast forms," Mistress Evangeline explained, her tone dripping with smug satisfaction. "You will wear them. Put them inside your bra."

Alex's heart sank. He didn't want to. Every fiber of his being resisted. But he knew he had no choice. Reluctantly, he obeyed, sliding the breast forms into the cups of his bra. Immediately, the weight settled uncomfortably on his chest, and the sensation was even worse than before. The forms felt foreign, their unnatural bulk tugging at the bra straps.

The irritation, both physical and emotional, was overwhelming. The weight on his chest made him feel even more humiliated, and the constant reminder of Mistress Evangeline's control over him gnawed at his pride. He adjusted his shirt, trying to hide the awkward shapes pressing through the fabric, but no matter how much he tugged or smoothed it out, the discomfort remained.

As he turned to leave the bedroom, he made sure to walk carefully, knowing Mistress Evangeline was watching—or listening. He wasn't sure anymore how she was tracking his every move, but one thing was clear: there was no escaping her control.