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Anne's Night Out
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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 shovelled 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 favours.
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 nd
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 realised 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
swivelled 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 quikie 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 yer 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
wiv 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
licence 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 leased
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
leaning 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." Iturned 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
undershorts. 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 undervest
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 busk. 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 t 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 erec. while the
waist was narrow there was still a very enticing swell to her
belly and her arse 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
corsetted 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
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 arse, without a hint of being too slack.
I noticed at this point that she was trying to grind her pussy
but the vulval 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! ! 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 aid, "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 realised 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 givein. 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 tem 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 jewellery."
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 about5 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 toobig." 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
arse. 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 arse 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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