Red faced and panting, Jane stood totally still as nimble fingers latched the corset shut. She felt rather than saw the corset ease as the crank was unwound, allowing the jaws to open and seat the latches firmly in place.
There was a roll of cream silky material edging the front of the corset, at the centre of which an enamelled purple clasp was fixed and from which in turn a short silver chain hung. Fiona connected the chain to the neck collar that all the girls wore and proceeded to arrange the material over Jane's generous boobs.
There had been no slack in the chain when it was connected to the collar but now Jane gasped as she looked at the taut stretched material covering her twin torpedoes. If the intention had been to promote the cause of modesty the designer had got it all wrong by about 180 degrees. Though silken to the touch, the fabric stretched like fine rubber, revealing rather than covering, her purple plum teats and silver rings attracted the eye instead of being concealed from them.
Long gloves made of more of the same material fitted her hands and arms as tightly as a surgeon’s glove, peaks of material flapping over on to her shoulders so that they in turn could be connected to her collar by similar chains.
Jane was thankful to sit as Fiona began to plait her hair into a thick rope starting from high on her crown. It surprised her that though being seated clamped her thighs together there was in fact sufficient give in the material to allow her to sit in some comfort. It was restful to have her hair combed and arranged and it allowed her to regain her composure, almost drifting into an awake sleep that was delicious. Fiona recognised the signs and made no sound. At last, however, Fiona broke the silence.
"Well, what do you think?" Jane turned her head towards the mirror. The plait at its end had been fed through a thick silver ring, the ring and hair was then welded together by a purple enamelled metal clamp shaped like a snake’s head so that the ring appeared as though in its jaws. Then the thick golden rope had been wound into a serpents coil on top of her head so that the enamelled "Head" was just above her brow and the silver ring hung down upon it, mimicking almost the manner in which her own ring transfixed her septum. The whole was held in position high on her head like some barbaric head-dress by two dark ruby headed pins that matched in colour the enamelling on the snake’s head. The total effect was one of a pagan princess from some early 60's epic, one that gone way over the top and yet had escaped the censor. It was as only as Jane allowed the matching enamelled bracelets to be locked around her slim wrists that she realised what a handy anchor her plait would make by the simple act of pulling free her hair pins. She was sure that her hands wouldn't be cuffed at the front either. That would hinder access to her bodice straining tits!
Lost in contemplation of her possible fate, she was unaware of Fiona fitting her shoes on to her feet and buckling the silver straps around her heels.
"Come on, come on or we'll be late." Fiona's voice now had a note of urgency for she saw if they didn't get a move on they would both be liable for a whipping. Waking from her reverie, Jane rose from her seat automatically as she felt the hand on her elbow. It came as a surprise to her to find her eyes only an inch or so below Fiona's and she looked down to see her feet in their towering heels and feel the familiar stickiness as her body heat began to weld her shoes to the soles of her feet. "Last thing, Jane, the jacket."
It was beautiful, truly a jacket of lights. As heavily encrusted as the corset, it was wide shouldered with slim sleeves that stopped just short of her enamelled "bracelets". The back came low to cover the rear of her corset and the narrow facings displayed without covering her lush breasts that jutted so aggressively from its glittering frame.
They walked as quickly as Jane's outfit would allow, their heels ringing loud on the marble. The corridors were empty as the day was now late save for one young executive who would thereafter work late to catch sight of more beautiful creatures that might one day be his reward for such efforts. (Man does not live by bread alone, his prick often has a large say in the matter as well.) Fiona, dressed in her standard grey, was peeved if not surprised to find herself almost ignored. It was one of the few times anyone had managed to do it and it was made worse for her in that she was almost instantly dismissed to leave Jane and their Master alone.
"Jacko" Jordan drank in the ripe beauty that was now Jane Brown and felt a satisfaction at what he had caused to be created. He was wearing white cotton gloves with his dinner suit, it was considered bad manners in the society to leave finger marks on the slaves or other guests. Whip and rope marks were acceptable but never grubby fingerprints! His hands caressed his toy, feeling the curve of cheek as it swelled from the corseted waist. Confirmed the firm weight of breast under the stretched fabric. Teased the large teats as they threatened to burst through their silken hammocks as they strained to constrain her jugs. She squirmed deliciously under his hands.
He had contemplated removing Jane's nose ring prior to taking her out for the evening but he saw that it was so right with her costume. Still, she did deserve some reward just for looking so stunning. The device he took from his pocket was shaped like an old fashioned pencil torch, quite chunky, but nevertheless quite capable of being slipped into the inner pocket of a jacket without making too much of a bulge.
"You see this little torch, Jane?" He waved the device in Jane's general direction. "When I turn the focus down to minimum and power to maximum, if I concentrate it upon one of your rings, it aligns with its inbuilt molecular frequency and breaks the lock between its two halves." A secret smile touched the sides of Jacko's mouth. "It has a secondary function, however," now his grin was plain on his face, "I can adjust the focus and power level to suit distance and occasion. This is what happens if I aim it correctly."
It was as though he had placed the tip of a vibrator against Jane's left nipple ring. Yet it was more subtle than that, for there was no physical movement, or any noise but she could feel a wicked vibration that threatened to curl her toes and made her bite her lip. Her pussy tightened in anticipation of pleasure that was impossible to resist. "Or this!" He said. Now she moaned for as he re-directed the device, her clit ring burst in to life. His grin had by this time widened to the point of threatening the integrity of his jaws. "Of course this." His voice had dropped to a whisper as he gave the "torch" a twist widening the beam to take in her whole body. Desperately Jane grabbed hold of the desk to support herself as all the rings burst in life.
All, that is, save for the ring through her septum, for this only incorporated a simple lock. If that had burst in to life, as Jacko had found out to his cost previously, it became a race between orgasm and sneeze. Erotic power versus snotty power. Eroticism versus farce and farce is a poor bed-fellow, if a merry companion, each to its place. As it was Jane had never felt an orgasm build so quickly and she was on the point of climaxing noisily and dramatically when, as rapidly as they started, the rings stilled. It left her panting and frustrated. Frustrated as only someone like Jane could be frustrated.
Then, unconsciously picking up on Fiona's words, he spoke. "Well, Cinderella, time for the ball. I think you'll find tonight of interest my hot little Cunt." He used the word as though it were a name, almost with love. He opened the door for Jane and watched as with small hobbled steps she came towards him, her tits like two large creamy swollen fruit bouncing gently on her chest. The purple nipples, the heavy stalks of her erotic fruits. As she passed through the door he admired the tight ripeness of her well-defined rear. Tonight was going to be a night all would remember, he was certain.
But that is the start of another story.
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