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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.
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 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 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."
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 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 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 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 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
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! ! 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 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 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 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 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 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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