This is (magical) fantasy - do not try at home. I hope you enjoy!

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Do you ever get that horrible feeling that someone is standing behind you while you watch porn?

I heard the noise behind me, and turned round abruptly, ripping off my headphones. Even though I knew I was alone in the house, I felt a sudden lurch in my stomach, fearing someone seeing the video on my screen.

There was no one there, but on the floor was a black metal ring. I picked it up - it was warm to the touch, heavy, and with a dull matt finish.

How had that got there? I hadn't noticed it before.

I wasn't certain of its purpose: had it fallen from some equipment? Yet it was sized to fit a finger, although it was made of a material that I'd never before seen used for rings. I checked - it fit the third finger of my left hand perfectly.

I left it on, liking its warmth, put my headphones back on, and returned to the video on my computer.

***

The following day, when I returned home from work, I had another surprise. On the floor in front of my computer, where the ring had been the previous day, was a pile of black cloth.

This really freaked me out. I had convinced myself that the ring was an industrial spare part that had somehow become entangled in my clothing, and fallen out unobserved at home. I had just happened to spot it yesterday. But there was no way I could explain away this black cloth so easily. Someone must have broken in and left it - but why?

Nervous, I checked my house three times. Every door, every window, every cupboard and hiding place. There was no sign of anyone or forced entry. My alarm had not been triggered. There seemed no way that a stranger could have left this, and no conceivable reason why they would want to anyway.

I picked up the cloth and examined it. It was a body suit, with attached gloves, feet and hood. It was shiny and smooth like black silk, but it had the stretch of lycra. There was an opening at the back, but no zip. Just a tab of the same material at the base of the opening. I pulled on the tab, and was amazed to see the fabric close up, as if sealed by a zip.

The suit seemed to be my size - should I try it on?

I went to my bedroom and stripped. I eased my legs into the suit, feeling the silky material slide smoothly across my skin. I pulled it up over my hips, marveling at how it clung to me. It was as if the material was sucked tight to the curves of my body by a vacuum, rather than the way lycra clothing pulled across gaps.

At a whim, I put the black ring on my finger before wriggling my hands into the arms and gloves of the suit. Strangely, the ring had retained its warmth, despite having sat on my bedside table all day.

I gently pulled the hood to my face, testing: I could breath through the material, but my vision was completely obscured. I was in total darkness as I pulled the hood over my head.

With some difficulty, I reached behind me and pulled the tab upwards. The suit sealed itself, and I felt the material tighten across my chest and face.

I ran my hands over my body, loving the smooth sensation. But with no vision, I was limited in what I could do.

I decided to climb into bed, pulling the covers over me. I luxuriated in the feeling of the material hugging every inch of my body.

Although it was only early evening, I felt sleep approach as I lay there. A short nap could not hurt?

***

I stretched as I awoke. I missed the covers over me - I must have pushed them off as I slept. I reached blindly across the bed, seeking them. But there was something odd about how my body moved. Uncertain, I ran my hands over my crotch - all I felt was a smooth curve.

"Now, now - no playing," said a male voice from the end of the bed.

I sat bolt upright, my heart pounding. Panicking, I pulled desperately at the tab behind my head.

As I lowered the hood, I struggled to take everything in. There was a young man sitting on a chair at the end of the bed. He was smiling, but not in an entirely reassuring way. He had mid-length blonde hair, blue eyes, and was dressed in same black material, although cut into traditional trousers and a sleeveless top. The room was not my bedroom: square, white-walled, no windows and only one door. The only furniture was a the bed (not my bed!) and chair. Looking down confirmed my fears, an unmistakable female form: the swell of breasts on my chest, and the undisturbed curve between my legs showing no sign of male genitalia.

"Welcome to the gateway - I'm the gatekeeper," he said. I did not respond, stunned into silence. "The Lady wants to see you. Please get undressed, and I will send you to her."

Surely, this must be a strange dream, or a bizarre nightmare? But there seemed no way out, other than continuing to see where this led.

I climbed off the bed, and lowered the top half of the suit. Unable to resist, I placed my heads on my exposed breasts, wondering how they would feel.

"Please - no touching. It is important that this is a virgin sacrifice."

What?

"S... sacrifice?" I stammered, finally finding my voice.

"Yes - the Lady requires this to be a willing gesture, as a sign of your faith and devotion."

"But I'm not a virgin," I said, hoping this would be a way out.

"Ahhh - but this body is," he responded, nodding to indicate my new form. "Of course, if... when you return, we can solve this condition if you wish. Please get undressed and put this on."

He picked up off the floor a long-sleeved leotard, made of a dark red, metallic-looking fabric.

"But, how did you know?" I asked, not wanting to say more about my interests.

"The Lady sees everything."

I pulled the black body suit off my legs, then stepped into the leotard. I eased it up, and slipped my arms into the sleeves. It was high necked, with a single button at the base of the neck. My hands shook as I struggled to do it up.

"Please, let me," he said.

"Thanks," I said, wishing there was a mirror so I could see myself properly.

"Put your arms behind your back," he said, as he picked up some bindings off the floor. I did so, and let him tie my wrists together.

"This is your last chance to back out. You must be committed to the cause to step through this door and meet the Lady."

This was so unreal. But I was sure this must be a dream, or even a hallucination: was the fabric drugged and I was just imagining this at home? But I thought I may as well see this through, to see where it would take me.

"I'm ready," I said.

He took my by the arm, and guided me through the door into the next room. This was a similar size to the previous room: with no windows, and just the door through which we had entered. However, the walls were covered in mirrors. But my attention was focused upon the noose hanging from the ceiling in the center.

"But... I thought the Lady..." I struggled to way, having imagined the Lady, whoever she was, would have been in this room.

"You have just taken one step to reach the gateway. Now you must take the second step to travel to the Lady." He guided me to the noose. "Please - have faith".

My heart raced, and my throat was dry, as he lowered the noose over my head. I flinched slightly as it touched my neck. The rope was thick, soft and red, with a large hangman's knot to the side of my head. He tightened it enough to feel snug, but not enough to restrict my breathing.

He stepped away and took up the loose end of the rope, which led up to a hook in the ceiling, then down to me. He removed the slack, and then wound the rope around his hands.

With the mirrors around me, I now had the first chance to see my body properly. I had a slim frame, short brunette hair, and no make-up. I could also see myself from the side and rear due to the reflections. I clenched each butt-cheek, admiring the way the tight leotard slid over my arse.

"Are you ready?" he asked. This was beyond crazy, but surely I could not be hurt in a dream, could I? I nodded, my insides turned to jelly with nerves.

"Repeat after me... I pledge my soul to the Lady to serve her in whatever way she sees fit in her wisdom."

I did so, then he pulled downwards, using his full body-weight, lifting me into the air. He tied the rope around a cleat in the wall, then stepped back to watch.

The noose closed around my throat, and I immediately started to struggle. My lungs pulled fruitlessly for air, my arms tugged helplessly at their bindings, and my legs kicked wildly in the air.

Despite this, I felt no pain, and this gave me some reassurance. I tried to concentrate on the sight in front of me: my female form stretched out, my toes pointing downwards seeking support, yet swinging about a foot off the ground. My muscles tense and taut as I fought. My head pushed to one side by the thick hangman's knot. All visible from multiple angles due to the mirrors.

I looked to the gatekeeper. His face was expressionless, but the bulge between his legs showed his true feelings.

I felt myself growing similarly excited, an unfamiliar pleasure starting to spread from between my legs. But I thought to his warning, and tried to suppress the sensation.

I saw the blue tinge to my skin from my growing asphyxiation. My struggles became weaker as the noose won its battle. My vision started to blur.

My last image as my sight failed was my body relaxing, with just my toes switching. And then a sudden burning sensation from the black ring, forgotten on my finger. Darkness took me.

***

To be continued...