Bedroom Closet

A story con­tin­ued from here…

When I got home Simon was there.  I had told him all about my adven­ture ear­lier in the day already.  There was a whiskey poured and wait­ing for me, and he had a grin that showed me he was up to some­thing.  I took a sip and laughed, ask­ing him what he was plan­ning.  “I’m not plan­ning any­thing, just fol­low­ing orders.  Kate called me shortly after you did.”  I had writ­ten our address and my phone num­ber on the back of one of Simon busi­ness cards with­out think­ing.  I also real­ized that I hadn’t even known her name until Simon had said it.  He kissed my neck and whis­pered “tonight is all about you, I’m just here to watch unless I am told oth­er­wise” as he returned to straight­en­ing he called over his shoul­der “you should take a shower before she gets here, I’ll take care of those boxes.”  I was con­fused, excited, over­whelmed, I real­ized he was talk­ing about the two shoe boxes I had in my hands.  I set them down and took the lin­ger­ing kiss he came over and gave me. This woman had  taken con­trol so quickly, she had plans for me, she had an accom­plice, and I hadn’t even known her name. In a haze I went to shower, whiskey in hand.

I let the water run as I sipped, let­ting it get hot­ter and hot­ter, steam­ing up the room before I even began to take off my clothes.  As I began to undress I thought of her.  Her beau­ti­ful breasts, her hips tight in her skirt, I remem­bered her hands on my calves.  I slipped off my shirt and my hands lin­gered on my nip­ples, hard as rocks even with the heat I could imag­ine her lips sur­round­ing them.  As I slid my stock­ings down I felt her hands again, send­ing elec­tric cur­rents through me with her first touch.  Step­ping out of my skirt I remem­bered the feel­ing of her fin­gers inside me, touch­ing all of the right places, mak­ing me soak them with my excite­ment.  I could still see her stand­ing with my panties in her hand, con­duct­ing busi­ness as usual as my knees shook.

Step­ping into the shower the water shocked and then lulled me back into my mem­ory.  I took my time, slowly soap­ing my body, imag­in­ing her hands where mine were.  Feel­ing them slip over my arms, around my breasts, cup­ping them in her hands.  I imag­ined her pinch­ing my nip­ples, keep­ing me in line and mak­ing sure I knew who was in charge.  My hands moved down to my feet, rub­bing, soap­ing, clean­ing, want­ing them to be per­fect for what­ever she had in mind.  Up my legs soap­ing and rub­bing my calves, my thighs, until I reached my pussy.  Care­fully slip­ping a fin­ger inside I find myself hot and ready.  Slip­pery and wet for rea­sons unre­lated to the water rush­ing over my body.  Lean­ing against the wall of the shower I imag­ine the fin­gers are hers, putting the per­fect amount of pres­sure, cir­cling push­ing, slip­ping in and out.

I hadn’t heard the door open over the rush of the water and the noise in my head, the sound of it shut­ting though brought me out of my fan­tasy and back to cur­rent time.  Not know­ing how long I had been in the shower I fin­ished quickly, leav­ing myself hot and ready, but not sat­is­fied.  Step­ping out of the shower I noticed it hang­ing on the door.  It was obvi­ous that this was what I was expected to change in to.  Kate must already be here, I thought, because this is not mine.

Hang­ing from the hook on the door; black leather, bon­ing that held it’s shape, a deep scoop neck and wider straps.  At first glance it looked like a stan­dard corset, only a bit longer, but upon fur­ther inves­ti­ga­tion I could see that there was noth­ing stan­dard about it.  Steel beads, like the ones on my boots, went top to bot­tom at the back, at first I thought they were dec­o­ra­tive, just pretty beads on each side of a zip­per.  Then I noticed the long silk lace draped around the top of the hanger.  This was a piece that needed to be laced.  I could imag­ine the effect.  The silk weav­ing from bead to bead, cre­at­ing a lat­tice work of silk and steel with naked flesh peek­ing out from behind.

It was the per­fect com­pan­ion to the boots she had sent me home with.  It was also impos­si­ble to put on alone.  Sud­denly I was ner­vous.  Kate would be expect­ing me to wear this for her and I couldn’t.  I was nearly in tears think­ing that I would dis­ap­point her when I saw the note.  A tiny red tag hang­ing from one of the beads.  “Make your­self ready, then come with this to the liv­ing room where Simon and I will be wait­ing.  Don’t for­get the stock­ings”  The tight con­trolled script couldn’t have been writ­ten by any­one other than Kate.  Relief rushed over me fol­lowed by a sub­tle fear.  I knew that we would play, I knew that she would be touch­ing, con­trol­ling, order­ing.  But now I start the game by pre­sent­ing myself to her, not in the pro­tec­tion of a cos­tume, but com­pletely nude.

I was sure I wouldn’t ever be “ready” for what was com­ing, but I wanted it so much.  Nerves and excite­ment filled me as I dried my hair and tried to make myself as beau­ti­ful as I thought she was.  Tak­ing a deep breath I gath­ered my out­fit for the evening and went to the liv­ing room.

The room seemed sud­denly unfa­mil­iar, but beau­ti­ful.  The lights were dimmed but still bright enough to see every­thing.  Can­dles had been lit, it was warm, there was music.  I felt so bare, and I real­ized exactly why she wanted me to enter this way.  It secured her con­trol, it made it obvi­ous to every­one that she was the one with the power this evening.  They sat on the couch.  She was still dressed as she was at the shop.  Simon had changed.  He had dressed to match her in a way.  Black dress pants, per­fectly cut, a white but­ton down shirt, beau­ti­ful black silk tie.  They could have been going out for an evening at the most ele­gant place in town, but there they sat, her knees touch­ing his, both of them smil­ing at me when I walked in.  “Ava, you look beau­ti­ful, come around and let us help you get dressed.”  Her voice was so strong, absolutely com­mand­ing even if she was mak­ing a request.

As I walked to the front of the sofa I noticed that our table was gone, it had been replaced with what could be described as a large rec­tan­gu­lar ottoman.  It was placed per­pen­dic­u­lar to the couch and as I approached she guided me to sit on the edge, just as I had in her store ear­lier that day. “Simon…” she said, and I felt myself being pushed back to lie down and my legs were parted.  My heart raced as she stood, and I felt my left leg being lifted.  Slowly and care­fully the stock­ing was pulled up and smoothed.  The tight band of lace checked by Simons long fin­gers.  My right leg fol­lowed and was cov­ered with silk and lace as well.  Simon had his instruc­tions and he was fol­low­ing them with­out a word.  Again my left leg was lifted and Simon slipped on the boot from ear­lier in the day.  Kate watched with inter­est as he care­fully but­toned each steel pearl, from the heel to the knee before plac­ing my foot back on the floor.  When he fin­ished my right boot as well he sat back on the couch as Kate approached me.

“Those look even more fan­tas­tic now.” She said as she took one heel in her hand.  She held my leg up, inspect­ing, admir­ing, and her other hand brushed the top of my stock­ings.  I gasped as her touch again shocked me, and I felt my pussy warm.  She released my leg and stood between them.  Bend­ing grace­fully she quickly licked the top of each thigh, then smil­ing up at me she bent fur­ther and slowly kissed my hot cunt, barely slip­ping her tongue inside, mak­ing me moan and twist.  Just as grace­fully she stood straight again, and smil­ingly held out her hand.  “Now it’s my turn Ava, stand up and I will dress you.”

The boots stretched my calves, adding height I was not used to.  I felt dizzy and had to con­cen­trate on stand­ing straight.  Again she called for Simon.  With­out fur­ther instruc­tion he was in front of me hold­ing the leather corset out for my arms to slip into.  The neck was much lower than I had even imag­ined and the leather felt cool against my skin.  Simon walked around behind me and I began to feel the silk laces tight­en­ing.  Kate worked slowly, it was obvi­ous that she knew exactly how to begin, how tight to pull, where to loop and tie.  She laced the bust tight enough to push my breasts to the top of the neck line, they sat, round and full, are­oles peek­ing out from the top.  I gasped as she laced the waist, pulling it tight to empha­size my hips, which she laced only tight enough to keep the “dress” on and other laces taunt.  When she fin­ished she stood back to admire her work.  “Close your eyes and stay still.”  I did as she said, my bal­ance shaky but get­ting bet­ter, get­ting accus­tomed to the new heels.  I felt her hands and soft brushes move over my face, and then heard her tell me to open my eyes.

A smile came over her face and she looked up at Simon.  In an instant he was gone and back, return­ing with a hand­held mir­ror as well as a full length one.  “Look.” she said and turned me toward the mir­ror.  I barely rec­og­nized the woman who looked back.  She had changed my face, cre­at­ing a mask almost with dark sul­try eyes, white skin, and a full glossy red mouth.  The “dress” had changed my body, empha­siz­ing the hour­glass shape to an extreme, full breasts push­ing out above a small waist and large hips.  She turned me around and held the small mir­ror for me to see.  The lace work was amaz­ing.  It was like noth­ing I had ever seen before, my skin showed through this elab­o­rate maze of silk and steel from the top of my back down the length, end­ing in an elab­o­rate bow that brushed the sliver of exposed bot­tom.  The effect was stun­ning.  “I’m glad you like it,” she said as she pressed up against me, again slip­ping her fin­gers inside.  I could barely breath.  “Simon, go tell the dri­ver we are ready.”  I looked at her, con­fused.  “Kneel­ing, crawl­ing, and bend­ing, don’t you remem­ber?” She said as she pushed me to my knees.  I looked up at her she smiled her per­fectly sweet smile again.  “That is how you wait Ava, all night tonight, that is how you wait.  And once we reach our des­ti­na­tion you will be bend­ing and crawl­ing.  Kneel­ing, bend­ing, and crawling…I did tell you Ava.  Didn’t I?”  Silently I nod­ded and waited on my knees for the dri­ver and Simon, feel­ing her hand on my shoulder.

Con­tinue the story here.

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