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An American Pervert In London by Bill Lemieux, Par
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
An American Pervert
In London
by
Bill Lemieux
part 3
"I still think it's unfair- I haven't gotten off all day," complained Jason.
The three of them were walking down the hall toward the elevators.
"Oh I don't know," retorted Mandy, as the elevator- `lift' she reminded
herself- arrived, "you seemed to be enjoying yourself."
"You know what I mean," Jason answered, "I'm still..." He paused as an
elderly couple in fancy clothes passed them. He didn't think they were likely
to approve of the topic at hand. He wondered what they thought of all the
wild-looking members of the Skin Two convention.
"...horny," he finished, as the elevator arrived. It was empty.
"It goes without saying," Mandy replied, "you're a male, you suffer from
testosterone poisoning. Tuck your collar in," she added.
Flora had put her purple rubber miniskirt back on, along with the strappy
pumps, but Mandy had insisted that Jason didn't look submissive enough for her
tastes. To his relief, she hadn't made him change into anything TOO
embarrassing, although he now sported a boned leather posture collar,
festooned with d-rings. He fingered the straps to see what Mandy was talking
about, and found one that had not been buckled properly. He tucked it in.
The elevator doors opened, and a fascinating sight greeted them. The lobby
was full of leather and rubber-clad people, of all shapes, sizes, and
descriptions. Apparently, quite a few convention members had shown up while
they were upstairs. The range of clothing and gear was amazing, too. A few
wore nothing more outre than a leather motorcycle jacket with jeans, while
others were decked out in full fetish regalia.
Jason noted one woman in particular who was negotiating the busy lobby
carefully on a pair of unlikely-looking platform pumps whose skyscraper
stiletto heels must have been fully twelve inches tall. With her upper torso
and arms tightly encased in a laced patent leather body binder, she was lucky
to have the support of her female escort who stood beside her and held one
protective arm around her waist.
"Good grief!" exclaimed Flora, "if this is any sign, this'll be twice the
size of last years con'."
"That's because they didn't advertise last year, remember?" answered Mandy.
"It was invitation only."
Jason looked startled. "You mean you guys have been to one of these before?
Why didn't you tell me?"
"You didn't ask," retorted Flora. Mandy just grinned at him. They pressed
through the crowds lining up in front of the registration desk, grateful that
they had been registered since yesterday. A sign at the doors into the event
area pointed the way toward the dealers room, and they moved in that direction
as best they could through the press of bodies. Jason was amazed and
delighted to be surrounded by what seemed like hundreds of people, all with an
apparent interest in bondage, discipline, and various fetishes.
Eventually, they arrived at the dealers room, where a leather-uniformed
police officer checked their convention name-badges, to verify that they
weren't just curiosity seekers off the street. At closer range, it became
obvious that while said officer looked tall and imposing in his black leather
state-trooper uniform, he bore no badge, his shoulder insignia were actually
membership patches for the National Leather Association of America, and his
prominent belly was almost certainly non-regulation. After checking their
badges, he tipped his hat to the ladies, and stepped out of the way.
The inside of the dealers room was positively wedged with bodies- bodies of
every conceivable shape, sex, and size, covered (more or less) in every
conceivable fetishey material, and some that had certainly never occurred to
Jason. The first table on their right, just inside the door, was covered in
pamphlets and tended by a serious-looking young man dressed in spandex. Mandy
took a pamphlet absent-mindedly, while Flora and Jason ogled the sights.
Mandy appeared to be searching the room for something.
"Well, I'm not going to just stand here," declared Flora, "Come on!" This
last directed at Jason. Jason followed, calling over his shoulder to Mandy,
"Meet you back here in an hour?" while Flora tugged his hand.
In short order, both Flora and Jason were in seventh heaven. The merchandise
on display was the best bondage and discipline equipment, fetish and bondage-
oriented clothing and accessories that England and Europe had to offer. Every
table and booth was chock full of the most ornate and finely-crafted items,
made from polished wood, stainless steel, leather, and rubber, and not a few
substances Jason was hard-put to identify.
The two of them stared, fascinated, as a young couple representing Talley
Girl Products, demonstrated their wares, which appeared to be primarily
elaborate and expensive chastity devices. The woman, who possessed an
incredibly small and obviously corseted waist, had a male model to demonstrate
on, while her male partner manipulated the equipment on a woman. The two
models were in no position to complain, as their forearms were strapped behind
them to the display framework, and their heads were totally enclosed in
tightly laced black leather discipline helmets. Jason realized now why the
event was restricted to adults, as the man dropped the skirt from his models
waist, leaving her bare. He held up a complex-looking device, made from shiny
black rubber and polished stainless steel, in front of his audience.
"Now these pants," the man was saying, "are quite a bit more expensive, but
they offer several more rather nice features." He held them open for all to
see. "You see, there is the same silicone rubber dildo in the front, which is
removable and washable, and comes in a variety of sizes and shapes. This
dildo can of course, be interchanged with vibrating or inflatable versions as
well. The rear is where it gets interesting, however."
From his accent, Jason guessed the man was from Germany, although he spoke
the Queen's English as if he were born with it. He took a card from the
table, as the man continued.
"This device is a short, five-sided anal speculum, built into the seat. When
the pants are being worn, one simply twists the two rings with these two
tools. Once expanded, there is sufficient friction built in that the rings
cannot be turned without the leverage of the tools, making it quite impossible
for the slave to remove."
Jason watched with rapt attention, as the gadget opened, like the strangely
curved petals of some alien metal flower.
"Note," continued the man, "that since the rings have wide openings, the
slave is free to ahh, eliminate through the device, while enjoying the
sensation of having their ass filled and stretched wide." He twisted the
tools, and the speculum closed again. When closed, it had the appearance and
shape of a rounded dildo. "This device is custom made in our shop, and since
it has six curved sections, with softly rounded edges, it will never pinch or
abrade your slaves rear end. Also notice that the front and rear accessories
are joined by an external strap of stainless steel, stiffening the crotch
between them. The reason for this will become apparent in a moment. There
are one or two more features, but I think it best if I simply demonstrate."
He stepped back to his model, and lifting each foot in turn, pulled the
shorts onto her.
"In the interest of entertainment value," he went on, "I think I'll swap this
for the inflatable version." He unscrewed the dildo and replaced it with
another, nearly identical-looking one, having a short valve stem, which
protruded from the threaded fitting in the front of the crotch.
"A little lube front and rear," added the demonstrator, "and she's ready."
He pulled up the shorts, while easing the steel speculum into her rear, and
the dildo into her front opening. Jason thought he saw a perceptible shudder
run through the model, as the cold steel entered her.
"Now I just turn the rings," the man said, "and she'll find her ass
distractingly full. You need to practice with this, so that you know just how
big it becomes when the rings are turned a given amount. Let's fill up her
front now, shall we?"
He attached a bulb inflator to the fitting in front, and after several
squeezes, managed to evoke a certain amount of wiggling and swaying in his
captive manikin.
"Now... remember that steel reinforcement in the crotch? That simple
addition now prevents her from expelling the front plug, since it is leveraged
against the speculum in her ass. The drainage holes in front, and wide open
rear make it possible to wear this little wonder for literally days at a time,
although we don't recommend it for more than twenty-four hours. Now then,
while it is secure, and can't be removed, it might still be possible for busy
little fingers to relieve their owner, thus the steel straps around the thighs
and waist. Once locked with a few small luggage padlocks, there'll be no
relief from that direction. That leaves one problem area, massaging through
the thick rubber itself."
He demonstrated by pressing his fingers into the tight rubber covering the
crotch of his subject, eliciting more wiggling from his model. Jason thought
he might have heard a moan from inside the skin tight helmet, but it was
impossible to be sure in the noise of the crowd.
"There is a pocket attached to the front of the shorts," the man went on,
"and extending right down to the front accessory fixture. One need merely
insert this curved piece of stainless steel, and voila! The crotch becomes
rigid and inaccessible." While several people actually applauded, he stood
back from his model, and began handing out color brochures and business cards,
blithely ignoring the swaying hips and twitching legs of his model.
Jason turned away, and found Flora grinning at him, a brochure clasped
tightly in her hand, and a glazed look in her eye. She leaned close enough to
make herself heard over the din of the crowd, and said, "Guess what I want for
Christmas?"
The next table that really grabbed their attention had another small crowd
gathered around it. When they managed to migrate to the front, they saw why.
A man was applying plaster bandages to a seated womans head and shoulders,
answering questions from the audience while he worked. "NO, NO!" he said, "we
don't form the metal while the person is IN there, we make a mold of their
head, and form the metal into THAT. You need a negative mold anyway."
It soon became clear that this company was using a technique they called
"explosive metal forming" to make precise, form-fitting helmets out of
stainless steel, that when finished, would fit the owner like a second skin.
The customer he was molding now had asked for a special version that included
a mold of the neck and shoulders, so that when the two halves of the finished
product were clamped on, it would totally immobilize the head. Flora and
Jason stared for a moment, remembering the fantastic boots that Mr. Dodds had
brought during his last visit. They hadn't fit Flora, but they had fit Jason
perfectly...
Rounding the corner of the next aisle, they nearly ran into Mandy.
"Oh good," she exclaimed, grabbing Flora by the wrist, "come on, I've got
something I want to try, er, show you."
Jason followed reluctantly, having just spotted a booth where liquid latex
was being painted onto a bald womans head. After weaving through half a dozen
aisles, Mandy stopped them in front of an undecorated and rather unremarkable-
looking booth. RimaWear Incorporated, declared the small sign on the back
wall of the booth, and one gentleman, dressed in rather mundane coveralls,
stood behind the counter. His entire stock in trade seemed to be either
brassieres, or breast-bondage equipment, depending on how you looked at it.
Dozens of unusual items lined the three walls of his booth.
"Ahh, Mandy!" he exclaimed as they approached, "perfect timing! This is the
first break I've had all day. Is this the young lady in question?" He nodded
in Flora's direction.
"Hello, Hatchet," replied Mandy, "Yep, she's the one." She grinned over at
Flora. "What do you say love, are you up for some tit-play?"
Flora feigned distress for all of five seconds. "Here? Now? In front of
God, Freud, and everyone? Weelll, okay!"
"Actually," said `Hatchet', "there's a curtain here, we can close off the
back of the shop..."
"Yeah," interrupted Flora, "there's a curtain- we can close off the back of
the shop."
"That WON'T be necessary, WILL it?" retorted Mandy, with a quick glare at her
slave.
Flora didn't quite succeed in looking subdued. "No, ma'am," she answered.
Jason just spotted the faintly amused grin she shot at him through lowered
eyes.
Mandy turned back to Hatchet. "She doesn't know it yet, but she wants to try
them out... all of them."
Flora shot an alarmed look at Mandy, but allowed her mistress to guide her
into the booth along with Jason, after Hatchet raised the hinged counter top.
"Okay." Hatchet looked at Mandy... looked back at Flora. "Sure." He took
Flora's chest measurement, grunted to himself, and grabbed the nearest of the
unusual contraptions. "Well, she's big enough for one of these to work...
'ere then, this one should fit," he said.
"Lose the jacket," ordered Mandy. In a moment, Flora stood facing the rear
of the shop, nude to the waist, her face rapidly flushing, and her breathing
deepening.
"You're pierced, that's luck," observed Hatchet. He reached for one ring,
glanced at Mandy. "May I?"
"Of course," she answered.
Hatchet examined the two loops with their twin pearls appreciatively, while
Flora gazed steadily at Mandy, embarrassed, but loving it.
"Nice work. Might have to replace 'em with rings for one of my toys, though."
He fitted the cups of the new bra-like gadget to Flora, while describing it's
features.
"This 'ere is an inflatable bondage bra. Once we've got 'er in it, we just
firm up the back and the straps a bit- completely adjustable, see? You want
it plenty tight, for it to work. It's a good job she's got big ones, this is
no good on the smaller girls. Oh, and if you want her to keep it on, you just
drop a little padlock through one of the strap holes, this side of the
buckle."
The bra was certainly unusual enough. The cups were transparent latex, which
had a slight amber color, but the rest was reinforced black rubber, with a
thick, rounded portion surrounding each cup. A small tire valve protruded
from the back of one strap, and a bulge was visible within the strap,
indicating a tube of some kind. Flora's slowly erecting nipples and decorated
rings were clearly visible through the transparent film of the cups.
"Now then, the next time you want her to look her best, just pump it up."
Here he attached a small puffer bulb to the valve and gave it a dozen or so
pumps. In short order, Flora's breasts underwent a bizarre transformation.
The black portion framing the cups was evidently hollow. It slowly swelled
and stiffened, raising her tits slightly, and squeezing them into the
transparent cups. Flora's eyes widened, and her chest began to rise and fall
somewhat more rapidly.
"So, and then the next time she's really bad," continued Hatchet, "you can
really put the pressure on." He smiled at Mandy. "Go on, give it a try."
Eagerly, Mandy grabbed the bulb and squeezed repeatedly. The bra didn't get
much larger on the outside, but Flora's breasts were obviously being
constricted for they swelled forward considerably, stretching the thin latex
of the cups. Flora was breathing rather hard now, and the flush had spread
down her neck to her chest. She remained silent, staring fixedly at Mandy,
who stared back intently, the corners of her mouth only hinting at a smile.
Mandy kept pumping slowly.
Flora's breasts now bulged absurdly out through the inflated rings of the
device, looking not so much like breasts as oddly shaped gourds. The bra was
apparently putting some uncomfortable pressure on her, for she winced
occasionally, yet the only other signs she gave were a deepening of her
breathing, and opening her mouth. Jason noted that her nipples were still
prominently erect, although flattened somewhat by the tightly stretched cups
of the bra. Feeling rather self-conscious, he looked over his shoulder to the
front of the booth. To his relief, no panting crowd had gathered to watch,
and while an occasionally passerby stopped to examine the wares pictured in
the albums on the counter, they only glanced at the goings-on in the back of
the booth. They might have been interested indeed, but apparently were polite
enough not to intrude.
Slowly, Mandy reached out one cocked finger, and snapped Flora's nipple
through the thinly stretched rubber. Flora gasped audibly, and looked wide-
eyed at Mandy, not saying anything with her voice, yet sending an unmistakable
message with her body and eyes. Slowly, she raised her hands, looking the
question at Mandy, who nodded. Flora looked down, for the first time at her
painfully distended breasts, fascinated. She reached up and traced a finger
over each nipple, shuddering slightly. When she started to cup each breast
with her whole hand, Mandy finally broke the silence.
"No." She moved Flora's hands back by her side, while Flora bit her lip.
"That's enough. We'll take it. What's next?"
Hatchet deflated and removed the device from Flora, who somehow managed to
look both relieved and disappointed, Jason thought.
"Yes, well, THIS is an interesting line I came up with last month. Got the
idea from a short story in <<O>> magazine." He held up a bra that might have
been right at home on the set of Barbarella. The body was again made of black
rubber, but each bullet-shaped cup had been molded in clear acrylic plastic.
As he showed it around, Jason saw that each cup also had a thin latex gasket
glued to it's rim, and that the exaggerated nipples molded into the cups were
actually smaller cups in themselves, maybe half an inch by one inch, with
small chromed valves at the tips.
"You'll want to remove her loops for this one," said Hatchet to Mandy, and
began digging through a trunk.
"Damn, where's that lube got to," he muttered. Finally he surfaced with a
bottle of lubricating gel. He lubricated the latex rims and the entire inside
surface of each cup, then fitted them over Flora's breasts, wrapping the
straps around and fastening them in back.
"From that last performance," he went on, "I'd say her tits are more
sensitive than most girls- that's good, it seems a waste to sell my toys to
some big-chested woman who can't feel anything but pain."
"She's pretty sensitive, alright," confirmed Mandy. For the first time since
they had entered the shop she grinned just slightly at Jason, who grinned
back. He knew very well how sensitive Flora was, but he also knew that Mandy
too, could be aroused to a frenzy by breast-play. He wondered how Mandy would
react if he told the man, then thought better of it.
"Now then," continued Hatchet, "just attach the pump, and have at it." He had
a more aggressive pump this time, the sort of thing used on those bogus `penis
enlargers', sold in novelty stores. As he stroked it, Flora's right tit
swelled visibly as the skin was sucked into the partial vacuum. Flora moaned
very softly, but stopped at a sharp glance from Mandy. It was obvious from
Flora's expression of barely concealed smugness that she was enjoying the
sensation. Hatchet repeated the procedure with her other breast.
Eventually, both breasts were squeezed out to fill their cups completely,
pressing up tightly against the clear plastic, and forcing them into the same
bullet shape as the cups. Her nipples could be seen trying to swell out into
the smaller cups at the tips of the cups.
Jason glanced at Flora's face. Her faint smile was gone, replaced with a
faint expression of concern. Her mouth was open, and as he watched, the pink
tip of her tongue showed enough to lick her lips once, twice.
"This is where it gets interesting," added Hatchet. "Watch her nipples." He
continued pumping and as he did, Flora's nipple swelled even further, the
areola stretching, until it had swelled to the size of a finger and filled the
nipple cup. In very short order, he had the other teat pumped out as well.
Flora was breathing quite deeply again, and was obviously in some discomfort,
although if Jason had to guess, he would have bet money that she wouldn't want
it to stop.
"There!" exclaimed Hatchet, "A work of art. I should add, that if you leave
them on on too long, you'll get some slight hemorrhaging around the nipples,
although a little won't hurt her. And if you pump 'em up this much very
often, they'll actually increase the size of her nipples over time.
Personally, I consider that a feature, not a bug." He chuckled.
Mandy walked around Flora, whose frontage now had the appearance of a 1954
Cadilac, if Cadilac bullet bumpers had been made of clear acrylic tightly
filled with swollen breasts. She looked at the price tag hanging from one
strap.
"Why so much?" she asked, nonplused.
Hatchet shrugged. "Believe it or not," he said, "they are more labor -
intensive than the inflatables. I have to cast the acrylic by hand."
"Hmm. Okay, we'll take this one too."
Hatchet smiled. "Hey, if you guys are going to buy out everything I brought
today, I'm going to close up and do some shopping myself." Jason doubted he
would be closing, since the walls of the booth were still festooned with
gadgetry and clothing articles.
Mandy ignored his comment for the moment and instead `deflated' Flora's tits.
This time, Flora's look of relief seemed genuine. "What else have you got?"
Mandy inquired, unstrapping the bullet bra from her slave.
"Well, your usual breast-vices and clamps, nipple clamps... Oh hell, I almost
forgot." He pulled down yet another brassiere-shaped contrivance from a hook.
I don't get much call for these, since not everyone is pierced."
What he held up looked less like a foundation garment for humans than one for
robots. There were two recognizable breast cups, formed from chrome-plated,
curved metal rods, and like the acrylic pump-up bra, these had extra space
over the nipples. But there the similarity ended. At the bottom front of each
cup was a small chrome-plated device, like a motor, from which wire leads
hung. The whole exotic framework was supported in a beautifully-worked black
leather harness.
"This one was custom- they don't all look as fancy. The buyers moved though,
and I've never heard from them since. I call it the Tit-ilator. It looked so
fancy after the chrome job I had to give it a name." Mandy gave Jason a long-
suffering look, to which Jason grinned.
"If you have some plain beaded rings for her tits," added Hatchet, "we can
get started."
It turned out that the rest of Flora's piercing jewelry was in the room, so
Jason was dispatched to fetch it, while Mandy and Hatchet chatted about tit-
bondage, nipple-torture, and slaves in general. Jason was back in less than
ten minutes, apparently as eager as Mandy to see the fancy mechanism put to
work on Flora's long-suffering breasts.
Once Mandy had put the rings through, she helped Hatchet strap the gadget
onto Flora. Jason saw that the spacing of the rods forming the cups was
closer together on the bottom than the top, and that they actually supported
Flora fairly well.
"Now then," said Hatchet, "these little cranks are attached to the gear
motors, and the position of these sliders on the cranks are set by little set-
screws, see? The sliders have o-rings, kind of like heavy-duty rubber bands,
with hooks on 'em. What you do is, you rotate the crank around like this,
until it points away from the nip." He held up a small control box which he
plugged the motor leads into. "You need the speed turned all the way down."
Next he reached his fingers between the bars of one cup and snagged Flora's
nipple ring. "Now, pull the nipple out until you can get it over the hook...
then pull the slider out until she can't stand it."
Jason peered around Flora to watch. As Hatchet pulled on the tiny slider,
the o-ring/rubber-band came taught, then stretched slightly, while Flora
groaned. He stared at the amazing gadget as Hatchet repeated the procedure
with the other nipple. Once again, Flora's eyes were closed, and she had
begun to breath heavily.
"Now then," Hatchet continued, "this knob sets the speed, and here's the on-
off switch." He handed the control box to Mandy. "If you'll do the honors?"
Mandy switched it on, and immediately, the tiny gearmotors turned, rotating
their cranks, alternately tugging and releasing Flora's nipple rings. Flora
moaned again, louder. Mandy shut off the box. It had not escaped Jason's
attention that she left the speed set at minimum.
-=O=-
By the time they left Hatchet's stall, Flora had regained her composure, and
was chatting merrily away.
"Oh God, Mandy, I can't wait to try these out some more- they're wonderful!
Except... well... what worries me is that they can all pretty much be
overdone, you know? I mean, when he pumped out that bullet bra, I thought
he'd be milking blood- it was really starting to hurt! God, my nipples are so
sensitive now, I wish I still had one on! At least then, my jacket wouldn't
be rubbing and driving me nuts," and on and on in a continuous stream until
Mandy wheeled about and put her finger to Flora's lips. She smiled thinly.
"Flora. Dear. You are driving ME nuts. Kindly shut up. Or would you like
me to start shopping for a pair of tongue stocks?" Flora silenced.
Jason chuckled to himself, but checked it at a sharp glance from Mandy.
-=O=-
They found the Ellen Schiffer booth near the back of the huge room, where
Ellen was signing autographed pictures of herself modeling her own fantastic
creations, while a pair of drop-dead gorgeous models handed out her new color
catalog.
Ellen was her own best model and was, as usual, dressed more-or-less head to
toe in latex. Her minidress was quite tight, showing off her undoubtedly
corseted waist, and was made in a striking pattern of diagonal black and white
panels. Several dressmakers dummies as well as the two female assistants,
showed off more of her designs.
After Mandy, Flora and Jason had drooled over the vast array of patterns and
designs in the photo albums and catalogs, Ellen came over to greet them.
"Hello," she said in an amazingly low contralto voice, "is there anything I
can help you with?" Jason decided that if it weren't for Mandy, he might have
fallen hard for this woman.
"Well," he started, cleared his throat, and started again, "well, I was
admiring that dress your model is wearing... no, the redhead... could we take
a close look... thank you. I was wondering whether all those straps were
decorative, or ah, functional."
Ellen looked pleased. "Yes, yes," she said, "I'd be happy to demonstrate.
Cheryl, would you step up here please? Thank you." Cheryl stepped onto a low
platform perhaps twelve inches high, revealing a beautiful pair of red patent
knee-high boots, with at least five inch stiletto heels. After a double-take,
Jason noticed that the boots were heavily boned, like corsets, making them
quite rigid from sole to knee.
Ellen guided Cheryl's feet so that her toes went into toe clips, and the
heels of the boots fit into sockets. She tightened thumbscrews on the
sockets, and Cheryl's boots were now firmly fixed to the platform.
The platform must have been mounted with a lazy susan because Ellen easily
rotated Cheryl around by the shoulders to show off the features of the dress.
It was an elegant, long-sleeved, ankle-length evening gown in red leather-
what Jason called whore-house red. The top section featured fitted bust cups
with zippers, allowing each to be removed. The rest of the front was
decorated with straps and buckles across it, from just under the bust all the
way to the ankles, while the back of the skirt had a heavy zipper from waist
to hemline, which was open to mid-thigh. The open zipper relieved the size of
the skirt section enough that the model could walk in it. Two more heavy
zippers were attached to the sleeves, which fit quite snugly. The mating
halves of the zips ran down the back from the shoulders to roughly the small
of the back. If that wasn't enough, a row of eyelets ran down the center of
the back, with lacing threaded very loosely between them.
"You see," said Ellen, "by zipping down the back, the sleeves become a kind
of single-glove, binding the arms to the back of the dress." She
demonstrated, and soon had the models arms immobilized behind her.
The model, Jason noted, continued to smile placidly, just like a model.
"Moreover," continued Ms. Schiffer, "the skirt zips closed and becomes in
essence, a hobble skirt, which may be tightened by means of these straps at
the front." She worked her way down the dress, tightening the straps
viciously. When she was done, the model was quite immobilized, her legs
pressed firmly together by the dress-cum-body-binder.
Ellen unzipped and removed the bust cups, revealing the girls smallish
breasts. She paused to cup one rounded tit momentarily, then moved to the
back again. Jason saw that one of the girls nipples was pierced, with a
barbell through it, and wondered where Ms. Schiffer got her models... he
doubted it was from the usual agencies.
"The lacing across the back serves to improve sloppy posture," she said,
demonstrating by tightening the lacing. Sure enough, the models shoulders
were pulled back even further, and her breasts were thrust out more
enthusiastically. Her Barbie doll smile never wavered.
"Ta-daa!" cried the owner, and the little audience that had gathered for her
demo applauded, then slowly melted back into the throng as she unlaced,
unstrapped, and unzipped her model.
"So," Ellen said to Mandy as she helped her model down from the stand, "what
do you think?"
"I'm impressed. I've never seen any of your leather things- it's a new line
for you isn't it? But I don't think my slaves are really worthy of your
talents." She smiled at Flora and Jason, who were trying hard to look
offended. "Actually," she continued, "I was looking for something dramatic
for myself."
"For the ball tomorrow?" asked Ellen.
"Actually, I've brought a wardrobe... I didn't think you'd be able to make
anything overnight..."
"You might be surprised, but it's usually best to take our time."
"Yah. Anyway, I'm sort of looking for something... different... something
that not only looks good... but is stimulating to the wearer, too. Well, not
TOO stimulating... I don't want to collapse on the dance floor!" The two
women laughed, while Ellen dragged out several more folders of sketches and
photographs. The two began poring over the designs.
Jason touched Mandy's shoulder. "Umm, Mandy? If you're going to be here a
while, do you mind if we look around?"
"Hmm?" Mandy didn't even bother to look up from the design that Ellen was
quickly and deftly sketching. "Oh. Sure."
Jason and Flora headed off, Flora in the lead.
...to be continued
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