I glanced at my watch, and then back at the screen in front of me. The
document was a long way from ready, but I had a few more days, and today, I was
anxious not to be late home. I typed out a quick progress report and E-mailed it
to my boss, telling him I'd be at the meeting tomorrow. That done, I shoveled
all my stuff into the bag I normally carried on the bike, grabbed my leather and
helmet and hurried out of the office towards the car park, oblivious to the
glances of the production types who wondered where I was going at half past
four. Today, I had good reason to get home early. Reaching the parking bay, I
climbed onto the big Honda, fastened my helmet and fired her into life - strange
how one thinks of a mode of transport as 'her'. However my mastery over the
machine and her feisty performance, hard to control, but rewarding to ride,
automatically made me think of her that way. I pulled out past the security
guard, who merely nodded a polite acknowledgement, ignoring my leaving early. I
wanted to rush but the lights were, as usual, red. I sat and fumed, wondering
whether I was going to find what I hoped for, waiting for me at home. The
carefully arranged note that I had left for Anne, who had shown interest in what
I had in mind, would have been the first thing she would have seen when she came
into the bedroom. Perhaps I should explain. I had met Anne, only 3 months
before, about 3 months after she had broken up with Bob, her husband, and an old
work acquaintance of mine. After ten years of a thoroughly unsatisfactory
marriage, at least from her point of view, her husband a 'new man' type, who
seemed incapable of making a decision, had fallen under the spell of a younger
prettier colleague at work and had walked out on Anne, who was desolated. She,
like many women before her, had decided to cry on my shoulder, thinking that I
might know what Bob would be thinking. Normally, I accept this as one of the
natural hazards of being seen as avuncular. In this case however, Anne had
really turned me on and although I tried to be impartial, I thought that Bob was
being a fool. Anne although no longer a slip of a lass had a nice body, about a
38D bust but not running to fat, although she was not of the fashion model
thinness that so many women aspire to nowadays. She had long black wavy hair
which had always caught my imagination and large hazel eyes, which always looked
as if they were pleading somebody to take care of her. One thing led to another
and I was able to overcome my natural gentlemanly instinct, and give Anne the
comfort that she seemed to seek so desperately. We ended up as regular bed
partners, but she seemed always to be seeking something more. One day, she led
me on and it led to a blazing row, because she would not stop criticizing the
way I ran my business with respect to my friends. I was livid at her trying to
tell me how I should run my life. I reached out for her as she was in the middle
of a particularly vituperative stream of abuse, directed at both me, and a
friend of mine whom she accused of playing on my goodwill. This made me very
annoyed as she didn't even know what I owed him in past favors. I think that she
thought that I was going to cuddle her and agree with her, but I was much too
mad for that. I dragged her to me, and instead of just shouting at her or
telling her to go and stuff herself, which would have been my usual reaction, I
dragged her over my knee. I then proceeded to spank her bottom, without really
thinking of the consequences. She put her hands in the way and started
screaming. I was so mad, that I grabbed her hands and, holding them in one hand,
I pushed them up her back, out of the way. I then lifted her skirt and pulled
her knickers down to reveal her bottom which was already developing a nice rosy
glow from my previous ministrations. By the time that I had worn out my anger
and my arm, I thought that I had cooked my goose. I fully expected her to call
me all the names under the sun and to report me to the police. I couldn't have
been more wrong. Se collapsed off of my lap and sank to the carpet whimpering.
She then picked herself up and came over, on her knees, to where I was sitting.
She looked up at me, with tears still rolling down her cheeks, and said "I'm
sorry". I was flabbergasted. I took her in my arms and cuddled her for a few
moments. "I shouldn't have said those things." she whispered to me as I held
her. "I deserved that. I have a dreadful tongue on me at times. I think its one
of the reasons Bob left me. You did the right thing to punish me for it." What
could I say? I took her in my arms and carried her to the bed where for some
reason, we had a session of love making like we had not previously experienced
together. I was hard as iron, and I particularly wanted to kiss her very pink
bottom. I soon found that she was extremely wet and I thrust into her from
behind taking her ample tits in each hand. I played with her nipples as I neared
my climax. As I came, I felt her begin to shudder and I tweaked her nipples with
my fingernails. Her orgasm came explosively and she released a shriek that
sounded as if the Banshee was on our trail. As we lay there she told me that it
had been the best sex that she had ever had and that she was so happy that I had
chosen to chastise her. To tell the truth, it hadn't been a conscious decision.
I had just been absolutely livid at her carping and interfering. I told her that
in future I would take care of her in that way whenever she was naughty, and she
almost purred. She certainly started doing a very good imitation of my cat
rubbing up against me when it wants feeding. She started getting quite playful
but I, after all the action was tired. I told her that if she didn't stop and
get some rest, I'd make her stop. "How?" she taunted me. I reached into the
bedside table and found a couple of ties that I hardly ever wore. I quickly
rolled her over onto her stomach and sat on her bum. The poor girl, she played
right into my hands! She reached behind her and tried to grab my cock, which by
now was showing some renewed interest in the proceedings. I was able to grab
both of her wrists in one hand and use the other to wrap one of my old ties
around both of her arms. A little lashing around and between her wrists left
then secured quite firmly behind her and I rolled her over onto her back.
"There, that should keep you out of mischief for a while." I said. She grinned
and pointed out that she still had her mouth and that she was going to give me a
blowjob. To tell the truth, this would normally have been very welcome news, but
on this occasion, I really was tired and had to get up early in the morning.
"We'll see about that." I said, reaching around for the pair of socks that I had
discarded on the floor. I stuffed the pair of socks which were well used into
her mouth. She looked surprised, but it may have just been the wide mouthed
stare caused by having a mouth full of used sock. I reached over her and found
one of her stockings on the chair by the side of the bed. I had always liked the
fact that she chose to wear them rather than tights, which I abhor. And in this
instance the fact proved of practical benefit too. I rapidly tied the stocking
around her mouth holding the socks deep within. She made a sort of "mmmph" noise
and I told her to lie still and go to sleep. Surprisingly, she did as she was
told and put her head on my chest in the crook of my arm. The only motion was
her gently nuzzling her pubis against my hip and I gently caressed her vaginal
lips and gently flicked at her clit. She moaned softly through the improvised
gag and eventually, as I drifted off to sleep, feeling very happy and contented
I felt her stiffen to another orgasm and relax into my body as she herself fell
into a dream. I awoke the next morning with the light coming through the crack
in the curtains. I glanced over and saw my sweet thing still gagged lying almost
where she had fallen asleep. I leant over and kissed her gently on the eyes. She
stirred and her eyes opened. "Wmmp mmm iggh id?", she asked. I laughed. "It's a
quarter past seven." I said glancing over her shoulder at the clock that was on
her side of the bed. I suddenly realized that I needed to relieve myself quite
urgently. I jumped out of the bed and felt the cool air on my skin. I made a
dash for the bathroom, not even thinking of Anne's position. As I was standing,
taking a leak, a still bound and gagged Anne came into the bathroom. She
swiveled her hip sexily at me and turned around and wiggled her butt at me. I
can tell you, I nearly pissed on the floor. What she did next surprised me too.
Instead of offering me her hands to untie, she plonked herself down on the loo
that I had just finished using and proceeded to relieve herself into the pan
before I had even had time to flush it. I reached behind her head to untie the
stocking that had been holding a pair of my socks in her mouth all night, but
she shook her head. She indicated her pussy with her nose and looked at the
toilet roll holder hanging on the wall. I grabbed a piece of paper and wiped her
dry paying more attention than necessary to her clit. She started doing pussycat
impersonations again and I felt myself rising to the occasion. I picked her up
and carried her back into the bedroom. "Well", I said "I suppose that there's
time for a quickie." She nodded enthusiastically. That quickie took longer than
I anticipated and I was very nearly late for work. I didn't untie her then, I
just left a pair of scissors on the bed and told her "Help yourself." After
that, she had moved in and we had become regular lovers. I tied Anne up and gave
her bottom a good spanking on a regular basis whenever I thought that she needed
it. She absolutely thrived on it. I had taken to leaving her notes in the house
where she would find them when she came in telling her what her 'fate' for the
evening was to be, what she should wear and what implements or bondage she
should prepare because, unlike the first time we had played our little game, she
normally left for work before me and got home before me. Tonight was to be
special, I was going to take her out to dinner to celebrate our first 3 months.
I was determined that the little minx was not going to start the evening too
comfortably. In fact I had plans that I hoped would take us further into our
little Bondage-Life menage. As I pulled the bike up to the dry cleaners, where I
had to pick up my dinner jacket and Anne's red dress, I thought to myself, "Oh
yes indeed, tonight's going to be a very interesting evening." Chapter 2 I went
into the cleaners and was greeted by Giorgio behind the counter. Giorgio was an
absolutely archetypal Neapolitan immigrant dry-cleaners owner, short and dark
with a ready laugh and crinkly black hair. This was in spite of the fact that he
was born in Lambeth and spoke with a thick 'Sahrf Lunnon' accent "Hello
Giorgio," I said, "Is my cleaning ready?" "Oh yeh mate," he replied. "Got your
ticket?" I produced the ticket having managed to get my riding glove off and
ferret around in my wallet for the scrappy piece of paper. "That'll be eighteen
quid please mate." said Giorgio "That's with the alterations like." I took the
packages from him and paid him, thinking that the alteration work that I had
commissioned without Anne's knowledge, was very reasonably priced. I slipped my
helmet back on and whistling walked out and stowed the packages in the big
Honda's panniers. Climbing back on board, I drove to the Post Office and after
standing in the queue for what seemed like hours while people in front dithered
and counter clerks disappeared on seemingly pointless errands finally got to the
counter. When I eventually got there, I enquired of the clerk whether there was
any 'Poste Restante' mail for me. He asked my name, and whether I had any
identity. I showed him my driving license and this seemed to satisfy his little
bureaucratic soul. He shuffled off and came back with two packages. He requested
that I sign for them, which I duly did. Taking absolutely no notice of the
signature, he opened the window and slid the parcels over to me. I took them and
they joined the others in the Hondas spacious panniers. Feeling rather pleased
with myself and my plans, I remounted and made my way through the thickening
traffic towards home. Arriving home, I pulled into my front drive after only two
attempts on my life by lunatic motorists. I put the 'bike on the centre stand
and took the key and opened the front door. I quickly recovered my packages and
went in. After freeing myself from the encumbrance of my helmet and gloves, I
took the dry cleaning upstairs leaving the other parcels inside the front door.
As I went up the stairs, I heard Anne's voice call out, "Is that you?" I'll
never quite work out the logic of that question; who else could it be? "Where
are you?" I replied. "In the Bedroom," replied Anne, "where you told me to be."
"Good girl," I thought to myself, wondering just how long she'd been there or
whether she'd just gone there at the last minute when she'd heard me arrive. I
entered our shared room, which had taken a turn for the better since Anne had
moved in. It was a little chintzy for my taste, but Anne had done most of the
work on it and it looked tidier than I used to keep it. Anne was sitting at the
dressing table, brushing her long ebony waves. I was pleased to see that she
was, except for her black 4 inch stilettos, as naked as the day she was born.
She has a wonderful body and I was pleased to see that she had followed my
instructions not to dress after her shower. As I walked up behind her, I could
smell her perfume. I had always thought that it should have been called 'Lust'
or something similar, rather than whatever prosaic name the manufacturer chose
to bestow on it. I ran my fingers down the sides of her neck and behind her ears
under her hair. She pressed her head back into my crotch which was starting to
stir. That however would have to wait. I reached down an gave her stiff nipples
a playful tweak and said, "Very nice, you've followed my instructions very well.
I'm going to take my shower now, come and scrub my back." In spite of the fact
that she had just showered, Ann stood up and trotted into the bathroom after me,
pausing only to pick up a giant bath towel from a pile on the dresser. I smiled
at her thoughtfulness. I took off my work clothes and climbed under the shower.
I turned it on an shivered as the icy needles hit my skin before the thermostat
got the temperature under control. I mused for a moment at that. "Under control"
was going to be the theme of tonight's little outing and possibly of our life
together if all went as I envisaged. I soaped my front and handed Anne the soap.
She looked slightly disappointed as if she would have rather given that part of
me some personal attention herself. Keeping herself out from under the spray,
she soaped my back and paid particular attention to the cleft of my buttocks.
"That's not very seemly, young woman." I said in mock annoyance as her hands
started to play around my arse hole, which has always been rather sensitive. "I
think that you're getting a little frisky. We'll have to do something about
that." I turned around and saw her eyes widen in mock fear or perhaps only
partly mock. "I think that I shall have you as my slave for tonight, and you
know what happens to slaves who are too forward, don't you?" I asked. "They get
spanked?" she laughed. "I think that you only enjoy it." I said in my best
menacing tone. "I have something a little more relevant in mind." Stepping out
of the shower, I commanded my newly acquired slave, "Dry me off, and be
careful." Anne grinned and I thought that the evening was starting extremely
well. I was also having a hard time restraining myself from just laying her down
on the bathroom floor and rogering her silly straight away, but I'm a great
believer in the maxim that anticipation heightens the pleasure, and I had a
great deal of both coming, especially for Anne. "There are some packages on the
hall table downstairs," I said as I wrapped the towel that Anne had picked up
around me, "Fetch them here." I watched with delight as an walked downstairs,
her hips swaying as she walked on the high heels. I would swear that she
sashayed, knowing what effect she had. I could see that this evening was going
to be a test of wills. Would I be able to resist her long enough to put my plan
into operation? Anne came back into the room carrying the packages that I had
picked up on the way home. Her expression was consumed with curiosity and her
eyes were sparkling. She was obviously dying to ask what I'd got but she knew
too that she'd find out soon enough. I told her to put the packages on the bed
and come and stand in front of the dressing table. I'd decided that I'd dress
her first, rather than fuss with my outfit. After all mine was only a fairly
standard Gentleman's dinner jacket. Even though I'd treated myself to a new
shirt. I reached in my draw and pulled out one of my few real luxuries, a pair
of silk under shorts. I slipped into them and hoped that they would help me to
retain my control over the situation. Anne was standing with her back to me
watching me in the mirror. I could swear that I detected the trace of a smug
smirk on her lips too. I opened one of the parcel and pulled out another piece
of silk. This I handed to Anne. "Put this on." I commanded in what I hoped was
an authoritative and not too breathless tone. She took the garment and shook it
out. It was a silk under vest cut with little cap sleeves and a very low cut
neckline fastening to just below the breasts with little pearl buttons. "What,
no bra?" queried Anne raising her eyebrows. "Oh, don't worry," I said "you'll
have quite enough support." Anne slipped the garment onto her shoulders and did
up the buttons. It was quite tight below her breasts and they were quite
attractively cupped in the darts in the material. The cream silk looked
beautiful against her slightly olive skin with the remains of its summer tan. I
reached again into my little Pandora's box, and pulled out a real work of art,
the corsetiere's art that is. A beautiful full length back laced corset in cream
kid glove leather, heavily boned throughout its length. It was decorated along
the boning and around the edges with ecru lace and it was equipped with ten
suspender straps, exactly as ordered. Also as ordered, it was of one piece
construction having no front bust. I knew that this would make lacing it on a
much lengthier procedure, but it was worth it for the sheer perfection of the
leather. It was also quite high in the back and had wide shoulder straps set
wide apart. I wrapped the garment around my fascinated darling's body. I pulled
the back around and reached in the box for the lace. This was also of leather,
but unlike the corset itself, this was strong firm split hide and would take all
the tightening that I was about to give it. I threaded the lace quite slowly
running my fingers up and down Anne's spine and I could tell that this was
having an effect on her. She started to reach a hand around to play with me and
her other hand strayed towards her own pussy. "I think that we'll leave that for
later." I said in the sternest voice that I could manage. Anne was not to be so
easily dissuaded and I suspected that spanking her would only make her worse. I
opened another box and pulled out another of the toys that I had picked up on
the way home, thinking that you never knew when such a thing would be useful. I
grabbed Anne's wrist with which she was trying to grab me and clamped the wrist
section of the portable pillory around it. Wasting no time, I pulled her other
hand away from her pussy and clamped the wrist into the opposite end. I was then
able to lift the main spar and bring it up to her neck where I could close the
collar around her neck. She stood there, her hands now held level with her neck
about 18 inches on each side of her head. "That's not fair!" she pouted, but she
didn't look too displeased. I gave her a little kiss on her pout and let her
have just a hint of tongue as I was sure that if I'd let her have any more,
she'd have swallowed it and me with it. I returned to my main mission and
commenced to lace the corset. I pulled and looked at the gap. About 6 inches
would have to be closed before the final fastenings could be done up. I set to
and Anne started grunting and complaining that I was going to cut her in half. I
managed to ignore all of these things as I was fairly sure that they were only
for the sake of form anyway and I didn't want to gag her at this stage of the
evening. After much pulling and planting my knee in the small of Anne's back, I
turned her round to admire my handiwork. She looked at me and her chest heaved
in an extremely attractive manner as she struggled to draw breath without the
use of her diaphragm. Her wonderful breasts were supported on a platform of
leather that did not cover her nipples. Her shoulders were drawn back by the
shoulder straps and this caused her already luscious breasts to protrude even
more provocatively. The thin silk that covered them did nothing to hide her
erect nipples. I gave them another little tweak. "Lovely," I said, "pretty as a
picture." I surveyed the effect that the corset gave. It was long in the bodice
and came down low over her hips. Her waist was pressed low against her pelvis
and she stood very erect. while the waist was narrow there was still a very
enticing swell to her belly and her ass protruded beautifully. I turned her
around and knotted the long remainder of the laces. I then cut them off and she
looked surprised but I continued and tucked the ends inside a flap of the cream
kid that came across to cover the lacing and zipped up from the top all the way
to the hem at the rear which finished about 4 inches below the small of her
back. "I'll never be able to breath in this." she said in a breathy voice. I
remarked that she seemed to be managing perfectly well and continued with my
plan. I led her over to the bed and sat her down. I was pleased to note that the
front of the corset nestled exactly in the crease between her thigh and her hips
the bottom of the front stopping just a scant inch above her pussy. Leaving the
her confined in the pillory, I bent down and took off her shoes, stopping to rub
her feet and play with her toes. She wriggled as much as she could with her
rigidly confined torso and squealed, "You're tickling." I reached into the box
on the bed and withdrew a packet of stockings. I had managed to find real silk
rather than nylon as I knew that she loved the material as much as I do. They
were sheerest black and seamed with that gorgeous sheen that only silk
possesses. I drew them up her legs, running my hands over her thighs as I
reached the top. I gave the insides of her thighs a stroke and a little nip of
my fingers. Anne immediately spread her thighs and tried to press her by now
very moist pussy onto my hand. It wasn't going to be that easy though. I gave
her lips a quick stroke and tickled her pubes. "Bastard," she groaned, "I'm
dying for it, and you've got me trussed up like a chicken." "I think that the
chance of your demise is negligible." I said grinning, "I don't think its
possible to die of frustration." I stood her up again ands went round attending
to her suspender clips, adjusting them until everything was nice and tight and
the seams militarily straight. - I despise sloppiness. I gave her pussy another
little stroke and was rewarded with another little groan and a very wet finger.
I licked my finger and wiped it on my towel which was still lying on the bed.
"Yummy," I said, "Another few hours and it should be almost done." "Hours?"
exclaimed Anne with a look of dismay on her face "You're going to make me wait
hours?" "Oh at least," I said. "All the best things cook slowly." My next foray
to the box of tricks produced a puzzled look from my trussed beauty and then a
protest. "Oh no, you're not going to put that on me are you?" "Well," I replied,
"It seems a shame to spend all that money and then waste it." I said, "Besides,
it seems just what you need in your present condition." I lifted the
meticulously crafted Tollyboy chastity belt out of its box and pointed out its
finer points to Anne who stared at it with a sort of fatal fascination. It was
slightly modified from the standard pattern. Instead of having the locking stud
at the front, the front strap was made in one piece with the waist belt, which
was shaped to fit around my darling's corseted waist. The stud was in fact
placed in the middle of the back. Instead of the normal chains coming up to
studs on the rear of the waist belt, it had the polished round solid rod of the
newly developed 'genital armour' model. The rod ended in a plate which would fit
nicely over the locking stud and the crotch piece was nicely rounded to cup the
vulva without causing pressure on the vaginal lips. Also from the box, I took a
large nylon plug which I was able to fit into the crotch piece of the belt. I
stood behind Anne who was looking very apprehensive as I sprung the belt open
and put it around her waist, guiding the plug into her now sodden pussy. As it
entered, she gasped, "It's huge!" I I smiled as I remembered ordering the
largest size. I adjusted the waist belt and pulled firmly on the anal rod which
came up between Anne's cheeks. It was a slight struggle to bring all three ends
of the belt together and get all the pieces over the locking stud. but when it
was all together, I was able to admire the workmanship. The steel lay completely
flat against the corset and the anal rod came cleanly between the cheeks of
Anne's magnificent ass, without a hint of being too slack. I noticed at this
point that she was trying to grind her pussy but the vulvae cup was successfully
preventing any friction. I took the burnished lock from the package and clicked
it shut over the locking stud. I admired the way it lay flat against the surface
of the corset over the anal rod. It did not swing round and rattle and the hasp
was nicely recessed in the groove of the stud. A masterpiece! ! I could
certainly see how the manufacturer justified the price. "There," I said, "that
should keep you out of mischief for a while." I unfastened the collar of the
pillory that had held Anne's hands out of the way while I fixed her up for our
special night out and said to her. "Well, I think I can leave you to do your
make-up now while I get dressed." Anne sat at the dressing table and picked up
her cosmetics. "You can't take me out like this, what will people think?"
"They'll think that there goes an extremely elegant and beautiful woman and a
very lucky man." I said, "And they'll be right." Sensing that complaint was
going to bring no respite from her present condition Anne went to her make-up
and hair with a will. I noticed that as she applied her powders and potions, her
bottom was performing a continuous dance upon the stool in front of the vanity.
I watched fascinated. "Have you got fleas love?" I asked solicitously. "You know
perfectly well that I'm as horny as Hell; this bloody great prong is turning me
on and I can't get any relief at all." said Anne with a wry expression, "I
suppose you think this is funny." "It has its amusing aspects." I conceded
"Although its main purpose is actually to teach you the elements of your
slavery." Anne looked at me askance and stood up. she walked over to me and
quite without prompting and to my slight surprise, knelt in front of me. Putting
her arms around my legs she leant forwards and said, "If you had but known it,
I've been your slave from the first night you put me over your knee. If this is
what you want, it gives me enormous pleasure to be your slave - even if it does
mean I get as horny as Hell and you laugh at it, you devious bastard!" So
saying, she grabbed the waistband of my shorts and wrenched them down. Quite
greedily she grabbed my cock which until now I had managed to subdue into
waiting mode. She then proceeded to lick and suck around my shaft which had
taken a renewed interest in the proceedings without my intervention. She
deliberately started to deep throat me which she knew would make me come very
quickly and sure enough, I felt my climax approach and I realized that this was
part of my battle for mastery - for impressing the reality of her position on
her. Certainly she drove me wild, but I would not give in. I slipped into a
steadier rhythm and slowed down, enjoying the warm sweet wetness of her mouth. I
worked myself down and said, "Nice try sweetness, but I'm going to take you, and
come in my own time." "Come now, if you've finished your make-up, it's time for
your finishing touches." Reaching back into the boxes on the bed, I pulled out
some more items for my little sweetie. First a pair of long evening gloves in
extra soft stretchy kid leather and instead of the buttons at the wrist, they
had laces. I pulled these onto her arms which she gave me without demur. I
licked the inside of her wrists and kissed the inside of her elbows as I pulled
the gloves up her arms. They stopped about half an inch short of her armpit,
where I judged that they would just meet the little puff sleeves of her dress.
When they were in place, I gave the laces the same treatment as the corset lace,
pulling them tight, knotting them and cutting them off. Next, standing her in
front of our full length mirror, I pulled from the dry-cleaning bag, the
underskirt of her dress. This was multiple layers of white frilly taffeta with a
built in bustle reinforced with hoops of cane or some similarly flexible
material. I slipped this over her head and it settled beautifully around her now
severely constricted waist. The waistband fastened with a single button in the
small of her back and settled nicely over the waistband of the Tollyboy and its
padlock as if it were made for it, which of course, it was. Giorgio's
alterations were living up to their usual high standard. I took the dress out of
its bag and held it up. It was lovely and its contents would be even lovelier. I
helped Anne to drop the dress over her head and went behind her to help her do
it up. Instead of a zip fastener, it now fastened with about twenty five little
hooks and eyes. They pulled the bodice closely about her torso and again
Giorgio's, or to be completely fair, Giorgio's mother's alterations displayed
their artistry. The bodice of the dress fitted over Anne's lengthened torso
perfectly. the skirt flared out in its delightful fullness just half an inch
above the swell of her hips and bustle. The full skirt fell in a cascade of red
silk crepe de chine to the floor where it just rested. "Never mind." I thought,
"The shoes will lift the hem just clear of the ground and when that skirt
swings, everybody will notice." I guided Anne back to the bed and sat her down,
amazed at her seeming passivity. She was smiling gently at me as I reached into
my box of delights for the last item of clothing. I withdrew a little ankle boot
with a laced front and a 6 inch heel. Anne looked at it in awe. "I'll never be
able to walk in those." she exclaimed. "Just like you can't breathe eh?" I
replied and she shut up with a resigned expression on her face. I took the boot
and withdrew it from the box to reveal that it was joined to its partner by a 14
inch length of silver chain. This was short enough not to drag on the ground
when she stood with her feet together but short enough to give her something to
think about when dancing. I slipped the boots onto her feet and pulled and tied
the laces into little bows. Her feet looked like little mice in their pointed
toed high heels. I stood her up and she wobbled for a moment on her heels but
she regained her balance almost immediately. "Come over to the dressing table."
I said, "We'll just see to your jewelry." She took a few tentative steps in her
new boots, testing the chain for stride. Actually, I'd chosen the chain length
to be only about an inch shorter than her natural pace, so that by being
careful, she would not be seriously inconvenienced. I sat her down again,
noticing that the standing, sitting and walking was having the desired effect on
her state of arousal. I reached for the last things in my box and came out with
a large, well all right then, huge pair of hoop ear-rings. They were silver and
about 5 inches in diameter. I negotiated the end of one through Anne's pierced
left ear first removing the small gold stud that she usually wore by default. As
I brought the end of the ring up to the protrusion through the lobe of her ear,
there was a distinct click as the ring was closed. I quickly did the same thing
to the other ear. Anne immediately reached up and played with the ring. "It's
too big." she said. "It's fine." I countered. She tugged at the back of her ear
and found out that the rings did not easily open. I didn't bother to mention the
little "key" in my pocket. Reaching for the final items, I placed a silver
bracelet around her right wrist. This closed with a familiar click. Finally, I
found a silver choker necklace which fitted her neck as if it had been tailored
for it (It had). This also closed with a satisfying click, if anything sounding
more final than the rest. I surveyed my darling as she stood up. She looked a
picture of demure elegance. Her long erect torso tapering straight to an
impossibly narrow waist, about 19 inches if the goods were all to specification,
and I had no reason to think otherwise. Her skirt flared out full to the floor,
the bustle underskirt giving extra fullness behind, enhancing her own all ready
sweet ass. Her necklace nestled attractively at her throat, more of a collar
really, setting off the plain slash top of her dress. Her little puff sleeves
indeed came down just to the top of her gloves. Everything was exactly as I had
pictured it. I felt like an artist admiring a creation which has been in mind
for a long time and smiled to myself. I pulled on my dress trousers and tucked
in my new shirt. This was made of the same fine kid leather as my darling's
corset and felt wonderful. I had, however, had to forego the latex lining that I
had specified for the corset. As I drew on my cummerbund and fastened my
cuff-links, I felt a resurgence of desire pass through my cock, looking at my
restrained beauty standing in front of me with her bottom perched on the
dressing table, but that would have to wait; the evening's activities had hardly
yet begun. I pulled on my socks, silk again, as I felt like spoiling myself. I
finally had to commandeer the mirror to fix my tie. I can't stand ready made bow
ties. I always insist on tying my own, even if it does take me twenty minutes.
Tonight however the tie, which was made in a red silk to match Anne's dress
co-operated, and I was able to have my jacket on and give Anne a passionate
kiss, while giving her carefully girded ass a squeeze before our taxi arrived to
take us on our night out. I picked up my gloves and my muffler and offered my
darling and slave my arm for the trip to the car. As we walked, I teased her by
deliberately setting a fairly quick pace knowing that my sweet slave would have
to take double paces to keep up as with her carefully restricted pace she
certainly couldn't stride out.
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