Author's Note: Following a discussion on Twitter about how clothing can be bondage on its own came up with this story of just using clothes to restrict movement. Feedback welcome.


Raquel stopped in the middle of the shopping mall trying to catch her breath and relax before continuing on her walk. It seemed like a normal Saturday afternoon shopping trip, but it was nothing like a normal trip for her.

He had dropped her off outside the main doors of the shopping mall telling her he would meet her at the opposite exit across the length of the shopping mall, she was not to be late or there would be trouble, but he didn't tell her when she should be there, that was part of the challenge.

The other was her outfit, anyone looking at her would just see an attractive woman wearing business attire on a Saturday, but if you looked closer you would see the little bits of bondage keeping her in the clothes. On her feet were 6 inch red high heels, small padlocks kept them locked on her feet. She was wearing a knee length tight pencil skirt which only allowed about 6 inches of stride when walking, making her wiggle in a very seductive and sexual manner. As the red shoes showed, she was not wearing any panties.

A corset was underneath a white blouse, the corset had been pulled tight taking 2 inches off her waist and emphasising her breasts. The corset also emphasised the lines of the pencil skirt, she had already noticed the looks from men and women as she had teetered through the first half of the mall.

The tightness of the skirt, the limiting movement of the heels, plus the tightness of the corset made her feel like she was tied in tight ropes, but was out in the open walking through the mall, she shivered just at the thought of it. That people were looking at her not realising how restrictive her clothing was making her feel.

It wasn't just the outfit that was restricting her movement and sending shivers through her body as people looked at her. Before leaving the car he had made her put her gloves on, these were special gloves, they looked normal from a distance, but once her hands were in them the fingers and thumbs could not move, her hands were useless. She was not able to grab or hold anything, but no one looking at her knew her hands were useless. The gloves had been locked on by use of zip ties around her wrists, until someone cut them off she was pretty helpless. Thinking of this the tingle started in her pussy again and she felt the wetness building there as she looked around the mall.

Other shoppers were not even looking at her, yes there were some men looking, but it was a normal look at a hot woman dressed to the nines, not thinking that she was restricted in movement and her hands were useless until He let her out.

There was one final problem she was facing as she had stepped out of the car He had ordered her to open her mouth, he had then stuffed a pair of her own panties in her mouth, effectively gagging her. She couldn't open her mouth in case they fell out and humiliated her as she walked through the mall, again no one knew or could see the fact she was effectively gagged. It also didn't help with the tightness of the corset and trying to catch her breath as she walked through the mall. That was one of the reasons for stopping, trying to calm her breathing and relax. Her calves were starting to ache from the heels, and the small steps the pencil skirt was forcing her to take.

Raquel quickly looked around the shopping centre trying to see if anyone was staring or had noticed her predicament. Still no one seemed to be taking too much notice or attention, although she was sure people were watching her sexy walk and the curves of her ass through the tight skirt. She swallowed carefully her panties were soaking in her drool and she had to be careful it didn't escape her mouth, like her juices which were slowly running down her thighs. She was sure if anyone stood near her they would smell or sense her arousal. That just made it worse as she squeezed her thighs even closer together sending shockwaves from her pussy up through her body. She quickly stopped before a moan escaped her clamped lips and gave her away more.

She had to move, she didn't know how long she had to get through the mall, but she was sure she was behind time already and needed to hurry. She started moving again towards the exit and her Master, her steps small stopped by the lack of give in the skirt, the heels click clacking on the floor sounding loud in her head, sure that men would stop and look at the noise and the sexy woman wearing the heels. She kept moving head held high looking like a business woman in a rush through the rush hour traffic on the way to an important meeting, hoping it would stop people from talking or looking too long at her. She avoided all eye contact using the reflections in the shop windows to try and see if anyone was following or watching too much, she kept catching double takes from men as she move slowly onwards. She inwardly laughed when she saw a man's wife slap him for staring too much. She liked the power the outfit had over men, if not the restriction it caused. Her thighs we soaking wet by this time rubbing close together and sending shivers through her clit and pussy, she wished her master had filled her holes for this walk, but then was glad she wasn't fighting back the feelings of an orgasm in this public area.

Her walk continued, small steps, her hips swaying seductively, heels clicking as her breathing started to become more laboured, deep breaths through her nose, the corset pressing in and forcing short sharp breaths. She wanted to open her mouth to gulp in air, but knew her panties would fall out of her mouth, onto the floor and she wouldn't be able to pick them up. She could just leave them, but then her Master would punish her and that would be worse.

She kept walking revelling in the tight feeling of her clothes, the feelings building from her pussy, the wetness growing between her legs, imagining what would happen at the end of this walk. Imaging what the men looking at her in the shopping mall could do with her. She pushed these thoughts to the back of her head concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other. Keeping her balance in the 6 inch heels, her calves starting to burn more and more with each step.

Looking up Raquel realised she was nearly at the end of the Mall, she just had one last obstacle to by-pass, the exit to the mall was up a set of stairs, escalators ran either side of the set of stairs, but the up escalator was not working. Two workmen were working on the main motor, the steps broken apart and no chance of using it. Raquel continued walking towards it the click clack of her heels even louder in her head, her breathing harder now than before, she could hear her blood pulsing in her ears.

As she approached the stairs the noise of her heels alerted the workmen to her approach and they looked up from their work, she quickly looked away, but not before she saw the look in their eyes. The amazement that a woman dressed as she was, could be walking towards them on a Saturday. She continues on, she had to get up the stairs and out to her Master. Raquel could feel the workmen's eyes burning into her as she approached the steps, this was going to be the hard part, the combination of heels and skirt didn't allow for much movement in lifting feet and climbing stairs. With her hands also not useful she would have trouble balancing on the stairs, she hoped she could keep balance and climb the stairs without making too much of a show for the workmen.

Nearing the bottom of the stairs she focused on the first step, not looking at the workmen, although she knew they were looking at her. The first step was always going to the be the most difficult she approached it slowly and carefully concentrating on where her feet we being place, lifting her foot balancing on her one 6 inch heel, stretching the skirt as much as it would go to straining against the fabric to put her foot down on the next step. Her hand reached out automatically for the hand rail to help balance, she couldn't grip it touching her hand to it, wanting to close her fingers round it for balance. Her foot came down on the step, and she started to move up the stairs slowly and steadily. Breathing short are sharp through her nose, trying not to drool down her chin from her clamped mouth.

Slowly step by step she moved up the stairs her ass swaying side to side as she slowly climbed each step, trying to keep her balance by touching the handrail unable to grab it as she wanted to. Eventually after what seemed like an hour she made the top of the stairs and was back on level ground, from the bottom of the stairs she heard a whistle and a cry;

"Lovely show luv, that is some ass you have!"

Raquel turned and looked down the stairs, the two workmen were looking up thumbs up smiling and waving. Raquel raised a hand waved and moved off to the doors of the mall.

Opening the door of the Mall she moved outside into the sun light and blinked looking around for her Master hoping she wasn't late. She spotted his car parked in a lot near the doors, she started moving slowly towards it. Wishing she was sitting in the car now as her calves were burning and her breathing was even more difficult, the panties in her mouth soaking wet.

She got to the car and moved round to the drivers knowing she would not be allowed to get in the passenger door and with her hands useless opening the door would be difficult. The window slowly dropped down with the whine of an electric motor, her Master sat there in the driving seat, he removed his sunglasses and looked at her. Automatically Raquel dropped her eyes shivering at the look.

"You're late" he whispered to her.

Her heart started beating harder and a tingle built in her pussy, it gave away her feelings, she had hoped to be late really to find out what punishment her Master had in mind for her.

"You know that means a punishment." it was a statement rather than a question, Raquel nodded her head keeping her eyes low.

Her Master reached on to the passenger seat and picked up two objects.

"Time to walk back through the Mall, but with some distraction." Raquel looked up the two objects in her Master's hand were a butt plug and a dildo, she gasped slightly and moaned through the panties. No she couldn't do it like that, walking through the mall, filled in both holes. But then the tingle in her pussy built and she felt her nipples grow hard, her body gave away her real feelings as she nodded her head to her Master.

This was going to be an interesting walk back through the Mall.