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girl who had walked in on her in the bath, Dori
forced herself into an outfit that would obviously leave her quite helpless.
“Okay. I’ll try, but this hurts,” she moaned as she brought her small hands
behind her and felt the other girl grasp both wrists in one hand and pull the
shirt down and away from the collar. The shirt was a mixture of Spandex and
pure Lycra fabric and it stretched easily. Struggling a bit to pull the back of
the shirt down and over Dori’s limbs, Winnie placed both of Dori’s hands in the
cuff of the single sleeve and pulled the stretchy fabric slowly up around the
her arms. As Winnie did this, she closed the large zipper, pulling it upward
towards the collar, Dori’s forearms came together inside the sleeve and her
elbows were pulled together as well. Her shoulders, pulled back and strained
with the position, forced her breasts out and into the bra cups inside the
shirt.
    Winnie pulled
the shirt down over Dori’s large chest, further fitted the built-in bra over
the full breasts and extended the sides of the interior bra straps around
behind Dori’s back, fastening the three metal clips. They weren’t exactly standard bra-type clips, and Dori couldn’t see what Winnie
fastened behind her back, but she heard the three separate snaps of small
locking devices. The bra tightened even more firmly around her chest and forced
a bit of breath from her lungs. It was very, very tight and when Dori tried to
take a full breath she found that it was almost impossible, for although the
bra stretched a little bit, it had almost no give to it! It was far from
comfortable.
    “Winnie,”
breathed Dori. “I’m really afraid this is far too tight. Don’t you have a
bigger size?”
    “Humm,” mused
the older girl. “You are a 38-D, aren’t you?”
    “Well yes. I
usually am. But you know, sometimes I need more room…” She stopped, still
wondering why she was allowing herself to be dressed in this weird outfit.
Clearly, now she couldn’t even stand up in this gear, let alone go riding.
    “This bra feels
like it’s about a thirty two or less and the cups are just too small for me,”
she said breathlessly to Winnie. “I wish I was smaller, but this thing isn’t
helping at all.”
    The cups of the
bra were made from a stiff, molded material stitched into the shirt and they
gripped the girl’s breasts with extreme closeness, powerfully pushing her
entire mass of breast tissue together, upwards and towards Dori’s neck. Her
nipples felt like they were being crushed in some sort of vice and the entire
shirt was becoming hot and uncomfortable.
    “If this is what
we wear for dinner, how do we eat?” Dori cried, by now totally frustrated by
the new apparel and wondering what was going on.
    “You don’t have
to worry about that, Dori,” said Winnie, smiling. “I’ve got a few other things
here that will complete your outfit and later on we’ll talk about equestrian
things, okay?”
    “Yeah. Sure. My
knees hurt, I can’t use my hands, my tits are stuffed into teacups and my
shoulders are killing me. What else are you going to do to make my first day as
memorable as you promised?”
    “Well, shortly,
you’ll get to meet the rest of the class and Miss Wright will greet you all.”
    “Oh boy,” Dori
said sarcastically. “I can hardly wait.”
    “Sarcasm,” said
Winnie pointedly, “is not appreciated here. I’d avoid that kind of remark, if I
were you. When you are permitted to speak, it should be positive, not negative.
Do you understand?”
    “Yes. I guess
so,” Dori trailed off, trying to find a comfortable position for her aching
arms and legs. She was still kneeling on the hooked rug and the position was
becoming untenable.
    All of this gave
Dori more than second thoughts. What was happening here? The breeches were odd
enough and the shirt was close to some sort of straight jacket. She was now
kneeling in a bedroom of a farm house, hundreds of miles from home, while a
woman she had