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Hemmed-In (+Nude & Text-less Versions)
🕑 Added 2025-01-05 05:44:13 +0000 UTCEmber came up with another "scheme" for screwing-over an industry she finds ridiculously overpriced: women's fashion! And hey, can you blame her? That stuff gets expensive!
Her plan was simple --- she bought the most obscenely overpriced dress she could find with her credit card and then went to attend a certain New Year's party... She planned to return it within the week so she could get most of her money back! That'll show 'em!
And even Ember had to admit that the $7000 dress truly was luxurious --- in spite of its eye-watering price tag. Its long fishtail-style skirt would keep her legs bound tightly-together and force her to walk with slow, tiny, feminine steps. Was this how runway models walked? Hell if she knew, but she felt like one! And the windows for her thighs would offer generous views of the beautiful lingerie that came paired with the dress.
In fact, every part of this dress was tight. Its bodice was torqued down by an absurd network of ribbons that looped around her body in several directions. Ember was more than a little happy with how this helped define her breasts --- she wanted to start out 2025 by making her friends jealous! And the rest of the fabric was pulled perfectly tight around her figure by a long corset-style lace assembly that ran along her back from a little above her tail to right between her shoulder blades. But the tightness was nowhere near as uncomfortable as Ember had feared --- the entire thing comprised predominantly luxury silk. It was breathable and soft. Even her tail was offered comfortable passage through the back of the dress by an elegant, shield-shaped hole; the "generosity" of this design further necessitated the use of the panties that came with the dress.
Nevermind the fashion industry --- Ember also wanted to prove that she was "versatile" to her friends, and that she could just as easily rock something more traditionally feminine than her typical tomboyish wardrobe. And damn, this dress certainly checked that box!
Of course, with all its upsides, there would have to be downsides to this dress, even in addition to the cost of the thing. And there were two big ones. First, it was a nightmare to put on. It took a while to get the ribbons wrapped and tied correctly, and that had to be done after the corset lace was tightened all the way up her back. Even the panties involved careful attention --- the two garters were suspended from the leg-holes via even more ribbons that wrapped "elegantly" around her body a few times. Considering most of this was hidden, Ember didn't see the point. Second, the laces that tightened the corset were intended to be sewn to the back of the dress once pulled tight. According to the store, the "luxurious" material would slip loose too easily from a typical knot, and a "stronger" knot would be huge and unsightly. Go figure -- you spend $7k on a dress, and they don't even finish sewing the damned thing!
All this really meant one thing: Ember couldn't put it on by herself, and had to rely on her owner to help her get it on. And off.
Well, this wouldn't be a nude New Year's party, so that surely wouldn't be a problem. Right?...
Queue a frantic Ember leaving the New Year's party immediately after the ball dropped. She had to piss. She had to piss NOW. So much so that she was complaining about it to the taxi driver that brought her back to her hotel. Even the soft silk felt like a rigid prison in the face of her downright nauseating need to urinate. The constricted steps she was forced to take to the elevator no longer felt "feminine", but rather like repeated jabs at her obscenely full bladder.
Ember tiptoed her way with a frustratingly slow rush back to her hotel room, slammed her keycard into the door, threw herself into the dark room, noted the lack of her owner, and squirmed her way into the bathroom.
Despite needing to pee for most of the night, Ember hadn't even attempted to go at the party... As such, the reality of her situation didn't begin to sink in until she was wobbling in a wild pee-dance back in the hotel bathroom. She tried pulling at the dress... Maybe to tug the hemline of the skirt up. But it was way too tight... And she didn't want to pull that hard, lest she tear it and lose her refund. But... If that wasn't going to work...
Ember spent the next fifteen minutes twisting around, fighting with the dress to find some way to make it cooperate. Surely it had to feature some way of allowing this VERY necessary biological process to take place! Shy of ripping the dress, Ember tried everything she could think of. Even if she could just get her labia to peek through one of the thigh windows, she might have been able to carefully relieve herself... But no matter what she did, her pee hole remained trapped behind multiple layers of expensive luxury silk and lace. This dress would not allow its wearer to urinate.
Tortured by being so close to the toilet yet completely incapable of using it, Ember eventually relented in her fight with her outfit and carefully settled onto one of the room's beds. She could only lay in hope that her owner would arrive to release her in time.
Comments
Jailor Eckman
Woot, thank you!
Jailor Eckman
I don't know why, but every time I read this, I crack up a bit. XD Thank you, lol!
Amiee1337
If there was one where she explodes in front of her owner I would literally cum till I’m infertile, if that’s even possible for a woman
Amiee1337
I think this just put me in arterial fibrillation
Jimbob
First art of 2025! Happy new year!
