Experimental Tailoring

I feel that a line has been crossed but I'm not really sure if I want to protest or not. Then she close the zipper again. Well, it dawn on me that right now I'm in the nude underneath, and that the suit is the only piece of clothing that I have on.

But by now I wanted out, I wanted some time to think about what has just happened and what it means for me. But, au contraire, part of me was very much enjoying the situation and was debating if it would be better if Clarice decided to leave me tucked here for the rest of the day, maybe the whole night, maybe forever...

It was a pure mindtrip, all this reasoning, since I was completely and utterly at her mercy. I try to guess what she is doing in my flat just from the noises but it is mostly rustling of carpets and shuffling.

Then I feel like she is picking me up and carrying me to some place else. As she put me on my bed I can feel the mattress welcoming the weight of my body and I relax a little bit. After some more movements, I feel that she is fumbling with the zipper.

Some of the pressure and the tension is relieved and as soon as she has reached the nape of my neck she starts to peel off the hood.

The sun from the windows startle my eyes, I need to squeeze them to adjust. Immediately I open the mouth to talk but she put a finger on my lips telling me to shut up.

"Did you like it?"

I just nodded, looking at her right in the eyes.

"It is the first time I did it on a girl, do not think I dig it. But I really hope I did it fine."

"Yes, definitely." I whisper these words beyond my own embarrassment.

"Well, do you want out?"

"Yes, please."

She just accepted and proceeded to undo my zipper. As they got out, my arms were pretty stiff for the position, and as I disrobe the suit, I started to massage my legs that were cramped as well.

"It is really a masterpiece!" She was full of enthusiasm, and immediately asked me to try it out.

The interior part of the suit was dry, I did not sweat too much in there.

"Hold on, I need to take a shower."

"Wait, you zip me in. Then you take all the showers you need."

"Are you sure? Look, it is pretty intense." I was taken by her enthusiasm. And, to my surprise, she was undressing to her underwear.

"Come on, can't wait."

She has my same size and same figure, so as right there on my bed I helped her to put her legs in the suit.

I had to explain how to position the feet correctly and how to insert the right leg and start to push them in position, then it is the left.

As I pull the zipper I notice that she is bustier than me, so the torso part is a little bit tighter.

"Suck in." I command her, I feel strange, like my attitude is changed. As she keep her tummy in, I succeed in closing the suit, then I help her to tuck her arms in.

"Are you really sure?" I asked another time.

She simply nodded and then I went on in putting her head in.

Wow, how the hood came tight like a second skin, I could see she was trying to open her mouth but it was so snug on the cheeks that it forced her jaw up blocking her tongue. And as I closed the zipper I realized what she saw in me in that suit.

She was squirming trying to break free, to no avail. And just this, just seeing her movements was something that moved me.

I realized that I was nude and that I had to shower and pee and get some rest. And boy, I had passed most of the day in that suit.

I lean her over my bed and went to the bathroom, continuing to peek out every once in awhile just to check on her.

After that I felt hungry and I went to the kitchen passing around the squirming figure on my bed. She rolled and buckled as if very aroused by the feeling of her entrapment.

It was late afternoon after my little snack and I thought I could have some fun myself.

I got on the bed, beside her, she was on her side, her shoulder were not as broad as mine so she had more movement in the arms and chest.

As she felt the mattress shifting under my weight I could see that she was trying to listen and understand what I was doing.

I leaned on her back and passing both my arms under her armpit I cupped both her breasts, at the same time I grappled her folded legs with mine.

I could feel she was surprised by this, she tried to break free but there was no way. And then her breath starts to get more labored and she move her crotch in a growing rhythm. If I was a man it would be a really nice ride, but it was just some grinding of her butt on my crotch. Despite that it was very good, it was sensual and I figured that if I was in her position it would be a fuck to meld my brain.

She must be more enthused than me because after a while I heard her come and try to scream at the top of her lungs from pleasure.

Then, with a soft voice, I asked.

"Do you want out?"

With a slight movement of her head she told me no. So I get some covers and left her in the room. Still what we had only simulated on the bed was stuck in my mind.

As I sip some coffee I was led to wonder what it would be like...

Part 3

Clarice asked me to be let out the following morning. She was spent but really happy of the suit. And she asked almost immediately if I could make one for her and how much would it cost.

But she also said that she wanted certain changes to her suit, to customize it.

We were talking in my kitchen as she explained to me what she wanted and I think my jaw must have fallen down, as she asked her options.

"Are you sure? It seems a little crazy to me?" But in reality, there was something growing in me. Then I blurted.

"Mmmm... This is something that I do see myself into."

Without even realizing it, I must have said something too much. But Clarice kept silent and seemed to let it pass.

The following day I returned to the scratch board and with the model on hand I proceed to make another suit just similar to the one I had prepared from nothing.

Within a couple of days, I called her back, I had received some samples of the leather to be used. There was a speck of black, a tan one, and a brown one...

She decided for the tan, and I ordered directly online right there, the night ended with me measuring her with the tailor tape, along with giggles and tickling. We were having a really good time. In a couple of days I had it at home and started to work on it.

The second time was smoother and easier to prepare and to start to sew. I had something to tweak for the special request but in a couple of days I could finally call her on the phone.

"Clarice?"

"Yes."

"Done."

"For real? Seriously? Oh my..."

Her voice was really full of joy and excitement, I never had the idea of such anticipation.

"Could you bring it to my house?"

"Tonight?"

"Absolutely. I've your money." We had an agreement that she should pay for all the materials involved, she had forced it on me, because my first reaction is that it would be a gift.

"Don't mention it. Ok, I'm on my way."

She lives in a different neighbourhood, I had to take the car to go there. As I parked near her condo, I took a sport bag that was in the car to tuck the suit in. I thought it would be weird to walk around with a mass of tan leather in my arms.

She lives in a flat in a condo, second floor. I ringed the bell and get to her flat.

It is not a very large crib, an open space with the bed on a side an a kitchen on the other. Arranged with stylish but not so expensive furniture, it was cozy. On a wall there was a huge dresser containing all her clothes.

She was wearing a bathrobe and there was some chilly wine on the table.

Excited, told me.

"Come on, let me see..." All the while almost ripping the bag from my hands, in a matter of seconds the suit was on the bed. I must say that it looked gorgeous. Clarice was joyous, and then she took a bag from the dresser and two things were on the bed along the suit.

They were a corset and an high collar, in the same leather.

I was surprised, very surprised.

"Can I ask you something?"

In a shocked state, I just nodded.

"Could you please zip me in? And return in a couple of hours?"

"Uh..."

"Wait, can I try it on you, before? When I will be in the suit I will not be able to see myself."

"Well... I suppose..."

"Please..." her excitement was overwhelming, and I simply nodded.

"Great, could you please undress?"

"Can I have some wine?"

While I was leaving all my clothes on the bed along the suit, she gave me a glass of cold wine. It was wonderful, and it did nothing to clear my thoughts in the matter.

As I remained in my underwear she took the glass back and moved me on the bed taking the clothes aside. Her suit has more options than the prototype.

"You should remove the bra..."

Yes, the openings. She had me to create some openings, on the crotch and on the breasts, and also there was a hole for the mouth.

As I unclasped my bra, she was moving my right leg into the pocket, then my left. I'd say it was a little tighter than the other suit but I had made a good job with the feet pockets so it was not too uncomfortable.

The zip started in the middle on the back over the crotch opening, and it made the suit snug on my tummy.

The breast openings were in fact holes, slightly tight than the breasts themselves, so with Clarice's help I inserted each until the suit circled the base of each of my boobs, enlarging them. Then there were the arm pockets.

As she zipped up to my neck, I glimpsed a sight of myself in a mirror in the corner. Wow, my boobs seemed somewhat larger, some fleshy bulbs engorged in front of me.

Clarice must have catched my drift because she put a hand on them and the feeling was astounding, completely wonderful.

"Ok, open up."

"What? No..."

She had produced a ring gag that she proceeded to put on me. It had a plastic ring that went beyond my teeth and suddenly I had no word of protest.

Stretching the hood on my head, she finally closed the zipper completely shut, and I was in the dark, since no eyes' holes were requested.

I tried to move inside my suit and with surprise, I felt her apply first the corset then the collar.

She was working very quickly and I could feel the pressure on my belly and the blockage of my neck.

Oh, my... I was stuck!

"You are gorgeous, I can't wait..."

I felt her seating behind me and start massaging my bulging tits, then she put a finger in my mouth and then I could feel her hands exploring the rest of the suit, ending their journey inside the hem of my underwear that was completely free to grab.

I was very aroused by all of this, and she must have felt it on the tip of her fingers.

"Mariam, you naughty vixen!"

There was a joy in her voice.

"Listen I got an idea. When you called me saying the suit was ready, I wanted to close me in as soon as it was possible, and since I'd like to have some real action, I have called a friend of mine, Roger, to play with me. He is a really fine guy, someone I can trust with my life."

At that point I had trouble to imagine where this was going.

"So my plan was to ask for you to truss me up, leave me her on the bed for him and then return in a couple of hours, or next morning to free me."

Ok, she has completely lost her marbles. Or, she was listening to my blurts, after all?

"What if, I leave you there with Roger. He will fuck you out of your mind and I go in the roof terrace and view all the scene thru my apartment's security cameras?"

I tried to say something, I had a lot of question and protests? Would he be aware of the exchange? What if something should go wrong?

"In this suit you and me are just the same. Do not worry, he will have other things to care about. So, what you say? Move it, the clock is ticking, he will be here soon."

I was in a trance like state, and without any real thinking I nodded for what the collar allowed me. She was directly addressing my fantasy, she did listen.

As I was still processing this decision, I heard her rummaging about then return to me and I could feel the cold steel of a.pair of scissors getting rid of my underwear. In what kind of thing I was letting myself be drawn?

"Ok, Mariam, he should be here anytime, now. I would rest if I were in your place." She pushed me sideways to let me recline on the bed and then I could feel the light presence of blankets and duvet drawn over my body. As a final thing, she locked the collar and the corset with two small padlocks, this made me spontaneously try to free myself. She caressed my head to calmness.

The darkness and the cozy heat fought with my anticipation, and time suddenly seemed to lag. In a little while I lost track of it and my body, that at first made some attempts to fight the suit, started to relax. The position was quite comfortable and I found myself sleeping in a sexual driven haze.

I abruptly woke up, when someone was grabbing both my boobs. It was a strange and new mixture of pain and stimulation. I tried to cry for help but the sound leaving my mouth was minimal. After the initial shock, the whole setup came back to me in bits and pieces.

This must be Roger, that is playing with my boobs thinking they are Clarice's. And I realized that I did not know what do Clarice like. Does she likes spanking? Pain?

Where the hell I've gotten myself into?

"Hi, Clarice, you look gorgeous, you know that?" His voice was literally dripping lust.

"This thing is mindblowing." And with that turned me on my back and started to lick my nipples. His tongue brought jolts of electricity to my senses, and I squirmed in my restraint. His hands went to my crotch, playing with my labia and with my clit. My back buckled fighting against the corset, a solid constriction to my movements. Meanwhile my arms and legs were trying to flail but as enclosed as they were, just added to the feeling of impotence.

I tried to scream, but the gag just let me wail softly.

He moved down to my pussy, with his tongue, and started to eat her in the most relentless way. I was trying to flee but trussed in the suit, I could not get any traction.

The first one hit me while his head was inside my thighs, I could only close my legs in a vice to keep him there. It was breathtaking, between the orgasm and the corset I was able just to get some shallow sips of air.

I could feel my brain melting in a lake of lust, and I could only continue my hallucination as he positioned himself on me. Suddenly I felt the point on an erect cock entering my mouth, kept open by the gag.

In a frenzy, I tried to push it out with my tongue, then I felt that he was wearing a condom and while I was not particularly keen on blowjobs, it was something that I could get along. After all, what choice did I have?

As I accepted and started to work on the tip of his erection, he returned to give his attentions to my nether regions, grabbing my buttocks with his full hands.

I was completely mind blown, as I sped my tongue on his dick, he gain speed on my vagina, all the while spreading my ass cheeks.

Also with his movements he was crushing my engorged breasts. The sensory overload was so massive that a little part of me thought that I would have died there and then.

This whole thing seemed to last long and once I reached another climax it seemed to be completely unstoppable.

I went down as I felt his semen filling the condom and actually pushing on the rear of my throat. He immediately left keeping the condom, and then I could breathe again easily.

He leaned at my side, still out of breath himself.

"Wow. Cla, you are a machine. Are you ok?"

I just nodded, still trying to regain some sanity. I was still recoiling from that height, still was I able to speak correctly, I would not be able to explain him the situation. But most of it, there was this adrenaline rush that made me want to continue with this ruse.

"Baby, this is a masterpiece. Do you want out? Where are the keys?"

I just move my head sideways to tell him that I'd like to stay like this. On top of that, I did not know where those damn keys were.

"Who is going to let you out?"

Man, how do you think I could answer this?

"Well, I've brought something for you. It's something that you talked about the other time. Do you want to guess?"

He was so engrossed with this that I thought best to play along, and I heard some shuffling, a drawer opening and then I felt that something was smeared between my buttocks. Then a finger was inserted in my butthole smearing this substance. Definitely not prepared for it, but I had no strength in me to vocal any opposition. Something cold was then gently pushed against my anus. I immediately thought it was a butt plug, something I was not into, but something that I definitely had the chance to know surfing the net. His pressure was light but relentless, and I managed to relax my clenching muscles enough to let the point past my sphincter.

The peak of the thing is ball shaped, but under that there is another ball and then another. I was breathing heavily because the strain from my butt was real and uncomfortable. After what seemed like a long time, the pressure was gone and all I could feel was a sense of fullness and my body trying to expel the thing, without any real result.

Obviously Roger had other plans and conducted me in a dog position resting on my knees and elbows. First he flogged my labia with his penis then as soon as he got rock hard he got me from behind and started to pump furiously gripping my body by the waist.

Between his penetration and the butt plug, this was another Krakatoa-like orgasm beginning to build. At some points, my elbows slipped and I went head down on the bed, this moved my back in a way that I could feel his cock pumping even more. I think that I nearly blacked out with my peak, and try to slip on the linen. But his grip was strong and firm and he continued to pull and push in a steady pace.

The third consecutive orgasm hit me right when he was coming. And as he let go of my waist I literally collapsed on the bed, still trembling from the aftermath of that.

I was utterly spent and I think I must have dozed off while he was staying behind caressing and pinching lightly my body.

I woke up once again on my side and I could feel his erect manhood between my thighs trying to ruse me up.

I think I've become very wet in a matter of seconds because he entered me sideways forcing my right leg to stay up and using it as a push point. At that point I was screaming at the top of my lungs, but there was just a moan for the gag. He gave it all, twice more times, that night.

He took advantage of my boobss using them to squeeze his dick and prompting another erection and then he licked me to kingdom come, making me literally faint from exhaustion.

He may have told me softly "Ok, I gotta go. Your friend wrote that she will take you out in the morrow. Thank you, Clarice." but I was far to burned up to listen.

I really do not have idea how much I must have slept, but when I woke there was an ensuing panic that took a grip of my mind. I struggled against the suit, against the collar, against the corset. My muscles were fighting to get the gag out of my mouth, my butt was clenching to push the plug out of my hole. And the more my efforts were useless, the more I panicked and tried to scream at the top of my lungs.

It was maddening. Then I heard her voice, she was caressing my head, soothing me with words and finally I heard Clarice fumbling with the locks.

As the collar went off I could finally move my neck and my head, then the zipper was open and the hood was down. Light was flooding my eyes and I had to squeeze them tight to gain some eyesight. As I opened them, she was opening the latches of the gag. Finally I could speak, even if I had nothing to say. The struggles robbed me of my energy, leaving me in a fatigued stupor.