Lieutenant Mona Binax stood nervously outside Lounge 3, shifting nervously from one stiletto heel the other, while desire and apprehension warred within her. The note left on her commdeck had been short and to the point: "Qet wants you. I have agreed. Be in Lounge three, Deck 17, at 1900 hours."

Mona had read the note three times, hardly believing the words. Riki was "loaning" her to another, and a famous Shapeshifter at that! She thought back on the last year and a half spent with Riki, her lover, mistress, and reason for living. She knew she was stalling, but she knew too, that no matter how long she delayed in the hallway, eventually she would go in, and perform as ordered, as bravely as possible.

Mona wouldn't dream of displeasing Riki by disobeying her orders. She had been Riki's slave for over a year, but more importantly, she was in love.

Although she was Chief of Logistics for the entire space station, and despite the tough, professional facade she showed to her superiors and the people under her command, she was completely submissive to her lover, Riki.

She had met Riki at Dining Out, one of those insufferable social functions which her rank demanded she attend. Riki had been the escort of a visiting dignitary, and had made quite a splash in the stations social circles by showing up in a long and very tight evening dress of red patent leather. But throughout the party she had flirted shamelessly with Mona, completely neglecting her official date. Mona certainly didn't mind, and eventually she figured out that Riki's VIP escort was just for show- Riki was cruising for someone very different, someone submissive. someone like Mona.

When the VIP liner left the station, Riki stayed behind, having fallen hard for Mona. She had no visible means of support, but Mona learned that she was retired, having made a fortune dominating wealthy industrialists and even Co-Dominium officers. Within a week she had seduced Mona, introducing her to new frontiers of sexual pleasure, fetishes, and servitude. In another two weeks they had moved in together, and three months after that, they had married.

A passing officer snapped her awareness back to the present. She shifted uncomfortably in her restrictive outfit, putting off her entrance until the last possible second. The elaborate clothing was sure to make a stir in there, she thought. Riki's tastes in fashions and the bodies inside them were not only fetishistic, they ran to the bizarre. But Mona seldom gave that a thought. Their fetishes and their games brought both of them such pleasure, Mona was only too happy to comply with her lover's desires, even if she hadn't shared all of them at first.

Riki's note had been accompanied by a list of what she wanted Mona to wear to the lounge. The list had started with a restrictive skin tight jumpsuit with a built in corset, panty girdle and brassiere, and a high neck. Riki called the stretchy, mirror-smooth material "rubbertex", and it's polished surface gleamed as if made from chrome. It's shining appearance acted as a mnemonic, triggering memories of the earlier days of their relationship, and her intense curiosity about Riki's tastes.

Mona had already had an interest in corseting, a very ancient fashion and fetish that was unheard of in today's world, where body modifications were commonplace, and could grant the vain whatever figure one desired without discomfort. Riki told her later that she had recognized a fellow fetishist when she had realized Mona was wearing a corset under her dramatically tailored uniform at the dinner party. Later, the station's library had told Mona that Riki's fetish was an ancient one, but Mona soon learned to appreciate it's aesthetic appeal, as well as the wonderful feelings induced by the stretchy, restrictive material. Rubber fetishism had originated with natural latex rubber, the computer told her, although she knew that Riki's rubbertex was a synthetic with more in common with the new organic metal alloys than with latex. It was far more elastic and much stronger than natural rubber, which she herself had never actually seen, and wasn't likely to.

Riki was very fond of rubber, at least on her slave. She herself also wore leather fairly often, but forbade it to her slave, probably to protect her from any possible legal entanglements. Her leather was not a synthetic like most people wore, but real animal hide that she obtained from some off-station grey market contact. Her favorite colors were red, black, white and metallics, and she delighted in flaunting her unconventional fashions at the more conservative members of station society.

The jumpsuit which Mona wore today included a very tight corset section from hips to breasts, which was stiffened thoroughly with hull- metal boning, light, thin, and very stiff. Corsets, while an anachronism, were actually enjoying a renaissance among the more decadent and vain members of Co-Dominium society, despite the advent of faster and more comfortable medical techniques which could deliver the same look safely, and without discomfort. But a few had asked Mona about her chosen figure, and her erect posture and swaying gate when off duty. Apparently, some of those had experimented, and found the compression and stiffness of the ancient fetish an entertaining novelty in this post-modern universe of ease and comfort.

Mona's thoughts moved up to the day when Riki had first talked about body mods with her. It turned out that she was one of those people who chose to live on the edges of societal standards, and now Mona had joined her there. Like so many others, Mona had already taken advantage of a little of what the body shops had to offer, but Riki had more radical tastes, and with very little effort, she had persuaded Mona to undergo a host of extensive body mod. The first had been inspired by Mona's corseting, which was a new experience even for the decadent Riki. It was merely the removal of Mona's two lowest ribs and a dramatic narrowing of her natural waist, yet Mona was no less uncomfortable the incredibly tiny corset section of today's garment, since it had been made for her only a few days ago.

Riki had showed her a graphic of an ancient Victorian Age woman, who's foundation garment gave her an astounding hourglass figure.

"Your waist is already small, lover," Riki had said, "but think what a stunning figure you would possess with a waist like that! You know, I'd love to be able to reach my hands around you."

Instead of the usual hooked busk, the corset in her jumpsuit made use of flexible magnetic fastener strips similar to the ones in her uniform. The tabs in the corset however, as in most of the clothing Riki had made for her, were far more powerful, and could be selectively polarized by a hand- held wand. They were quite impossible to open without it- Mona had tried, more than once. Instead of laces, it utilized one-way ratchets of very thin hullmetal embedded in the rubber. They had to be mechanically tightened with a tool in their bedroom before the latches would meet. With the latches closed, her waist measured just 38cm around. Just as she had fantasized, Riki could now make her fingertips meet when she closed her hands about Mona's waist.

The corset suit also featured a rough texture within the form fitted breast cups, with a few small bumps molded in just for fun and even larger rubber warts at strategic places in the crotch. As if this weren't enough, Riki had ordered her to slather lubricating jelly all over the inside of the garment, so that with every step or turn, its surface slid across Mona's breasts and between her labia, with very distracting results. Mona found that she was hard pressed to stand up, let along walk without wobbling!

The next items on Riki's list had been thigh high boots of the same stretchy material, equipped with heels over 15cm tall. They molded tightly to her legs, were pulled up over the legs of her panty girdle, and were fastened by more of the same magnetic strips around the tops of the girdle legs.

As so often happened, she'd got a serious case of the hornies about half way through getting dressed, and her faintly throbbing sex had been slowly but steadily adding to the moisture inside the already damp and slippery jumpsuit. To make matters worse, she had on impulse, slathered herself and the inside of the suit with their favorite lubricant. She was already regretting that act, as the tight material slithered across her skin with every movement, as she continued to dress. She was grateful that Riki hadn't seen fit to include any mechanical or electronic devices today, and that the material as well as the seams where he boots overlapped, was waterproof.

Riki had quite an arsenal of custom made toys. Some were painful, and others delivered very pleasurable sensations indeed! Many were custom made to fit some part of Mona's anatomy, or to attach to one of her myriad body piercings. It was fortunate for her that modern medicine had made them as fast, safe and relatively easy as her other body mods.

Besides the dramatically reduced waist, Riki had talked her mate into several other exotic changes, and while they must have cost a fortune, she never once discussed the prices.

Mona had debated with herself about a drastic breast enlargement for a long time, having experimented with several shapes and sizes over the years. With Riki's enthusiastic urging, she actually went overboard.

Where before, she had been moderately small in the bust, she now sported breasts better suited to a Phirnadan. They were so large that all of her uniforms had to be custom tailored. When her somewhat amazed seamstress measured her, her new bust line was 152cm, and her cup was a EE! They were improbably high, firm, and round for a human, and at first she thought, entirely too large for her smaller frame, but she had gradually got used to them, as they provided endless entertainment for both Mona and her mistress, (not the least of which were the occasional stupified stares of clueless humans). In her research, she had read about the primitive early methods for achieving the same results and had been horrified at the complications that so often resulted. Not for the last time, she was grateful that the body shops were able to grant her body the features she wanted, more or less naturally.

But Riki hadn't been satisfied. She wanted Mona's body to be turned into a plaything, a toy for their mutual amusement. As the two lovers had grown closer, and their desire for more exotic and bizarre entertainment increased, Mona found herself submerging in Riki's tide of fetishistic lust, until there was almost nothing she would deny her lover.

Mona's nipples had been enlarged and extended until they were roughly two cm. in diameter, and three cm. long when erect. They were pierced near the base and the holes had been stretched, enabling her to take large rings, weights or other toys. They had been sensitive enough before, Mona thought, but after the piercings, they were very sensitive indeed, such that she routinely wore bandages over them when in uniform, to keep from being distracted during her shift.