The urge is too strong…

You look at the variety of items and the voice urging you to leave is silenced once more, and you begin to look through the rather large box for accessories that would go with your outfit, even though you can explain why you are doing so instead of fleeing this mansion.

You settle on the large collar that would cover your whole neck, which looks like it might restrict your posture, a pair of cat ears as you have always liked cats and wished to be one sometimes, the leather hood, as it would hide most of your face from view, leaving only your eyes and lips showing like the Maid, a pair of strange leather mittens that would restrict the use of your hands and the strange knee high boots,.

You then put the box back into the wardrobe and close it, leaving with your selected items. You sit down on a nearby leather chair and begin to put on the times beginning with the boots. It’s hard and you realize that you need help and the Maid mysteriously appears to help you into them. She zips up the sides of the boots then laces one up, the tightness arousing you more as it gets more restrictive, and she starts to work on the other one. It feels amazing, as you can feel every inch of your legs, and the blood pumping through them, heating them up and making you wet. You look down and see they are locked with very small padlocks....but that doesn't matter right?

The Maid stands and asks you to lean forward and you do, and she begins to slide the leather hood on, making almost no adjustments as if it was made specifically for your face, and it feels nice and cool, almost like a balm. You hear the Maid zip it up and then it constructs, tightening against your face, and then she grabs the collar. You instinctively straighten your posture, baring your neck for the Maid, who smiles and wraps the collar around it, shutting it and locking it sealed with another small, tiny padlock, making sure you can’t remove the hood or the collar.

You are feeling very content as she slides the cat ears from earlier on as well and it is at this time you look at your hands which have been sealed into the leather mittens from earlier. Strange. You can’t recall the Maid helping you put them on. You notice more small, tiny padlock keeping them sealed shut dangling from your wrists, leaving you without the use of your hands.

The Maid comes around you to your front and you see her lips and eyes again, and she is stunning. Even more so than before. You drool slightly at her beauty, and she adds a small head harness with a leather bit gag that you don’t even try to resist. Finally she steps back to admire her handiwork.

“You are ready to see the Mistress, little Pet.” You don’t know why, but she put emphasis on ‘Pet’ as if she was talking about you. Your mind is too filled with sexual dreams and hazy with erotic feelings, so you just nod dumbly. She reaches into a drawer and gets out a chain leash with a small handle to grab. It snaps on, and she gently tugs. You move to stand up, but the Maid speaks.

“No, no. Pets do not walk on two legs, they have four.” Almost instantly, you fall to your knees and when she tugs again, you begin to walk on all fours, treating the mittens like paws and the boots as hind legs, crawling on the ground.