Second Marriage

 

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Tom Burns – New Husband

Sharon Burns  (formerly Sharon  Edison)– 48 year old widow who just married  Tom.

Sandra Roberts – Sharon’s mother

Rita Gomez – Tom’s live-in maid and housekeeper for 8 years prior to Tom and Sharon’s marriage.

Roseanne Parks – Tom’s seamstress

Cindy Parks - Employee of Sharon

Regina Roseland - Employee of Sharon

Amy Wilson – Regina’s submissive lesbian lover

Ross Leventhal – Preacher performing the wedding ceremony

 

 

Second Marriage, Chapter 2

 

After holding Sharon crushingly tight in the formal “just married” kiss at the altar, Tom placed his arm around Sharon’s shoulder, and they both turned to face their guests.  The preacher, who knew Sharon from childhood, held his hands skyward with a broad smile.

 

As Sharon looked out over her guests, she began her walk arm in arm with Tom back down the grassy aisle of the garden chapel.  The 40 guests were all smiling and clapping, warmly gazing at the couple walking towards the back of the guests.  To the right, in the second aisle, were her two “seconds in command” at her business, Cindy Parks and Regina Roseland.  Cindy smiled broadly, but Regina looked at Sharon with a half-smile and slightly furrowed brow, as if to say, “What in the fuck is wrong with you, Sharon?”

 

With every hobbled step, Sharon felt the needles from the horrid corset bra pricking the undersides of her breasts.  This discomfort was only second to the discomfort that Sharon felt from the riveted stares of her guests, their eyes seemingly darting from her feet to her nipples prominently straining against the tight, thin leather of her dress.

 

After what seemed like an endless time, Sharon and Tom made it to the table where their wedding cake sat, and the reception line began.  First in line to congratulate the couple was Regina, just ahead of her lesbian lover, Amy Parks.

 

“My, you look so gorgeous,” gushed Regina.  I have never seen anyone married in leather.  I didn’t know you liked it so much.”

 

All the time she was talking, Regina kept glancing downward to Sharon’s tits.  “I just love your necklace,” said Regina, as she picked up the heavy necklace in her right hand to examine it more closely, purposely grazing the back of her hand across Sharon’s left nipple.

 

As she felt the caress, her nipples seemed to harden further.  The caress, and the intensity with which Regina commented on Sharon’s outfit, seemed very purposeful.  Sharon remembered that Regina often wore leather skirts and jackets  to work, and was certainly the dominant partner in her relationship with Amy, who stood meekly behind Regina.

 

As she moved along, Regina turned to Amy and commented, loud enough for Sharon and others to hear, “I’m going to find out where Sharon got that dress made and have one like it made for you.  I wonder if it can be made to lock on.  What a great way to keep you under control.”

 

A half hour later, the reception line ended.  By this time, the outside temperature had risen to close to 75 degrees, and Sharon was becoming distinctively hot.  Her feet were killing her, forced into a high arch by the heels she was wearing.

 

“My God,” whispered Sharon, turning to Tom with a pleading look.  “I am getting so hot in this dress.  Can’t you let me unzip my skirt so it won’t be so hot and confining?

 

Tom looked at her with a slight smile forming on his lips.  In a loud voice, he spoke to those around him.  “Please excuse us for a few minutes – the bride seems to have had too much coffee to drink this morning – we will be right back.”

 

As Sharon blushed, she turned to follow Tom, who was striding towards the house.  Trying to keep up with him, she took rapid steps as large as the tight confines of her skirt allowed.  As she followed Tom upstairs, presumably to retrieve the key that would give her some freedom, she thought to herself, “Thank God, in a couple of minutes I will be able to cool down and take normal  steps.”

 

Tom went to a small safe in their closet that Sharon hadn’t noticed, and after punching in a few numbers, retrieved a key.  Holding the key, he bent down to unlock the padlock at Sharon’s hem, and raised the zipper upward to Sharon’s waist.  “That’s too high, Tom,” Sharon commented.

 

Tom responded, while going over to one of several boxes stacked against the wall of the closet.  “Remember the rules you read this morning?  Remember rule B (g) ?

 

“With the exception of days where the temperature will rise above 98 degrees, no consideration will be given to weather in selecting clothing.  Although it will draw attention, and people will stare and make remarks, Sharon will wear her ankle length, confining leather skirts just as frequently in summer as in winter.  Any complaints about how warm or uncomfortable  it is to wear ankle length leather skirts or dresses in the summer when everyone else is in cool cotton will result in the addition of a ‘full rubber underwear outfit #2’ (see ‘discipline clothing’)for the following 3 days.”

 

“So, my lovely wife, you have just earned yourself the next 3 days in full rubber underwear.  But, since you are already dressed in your corset, we will have to improvise.  I suggest you go to the bathroom and relieve yourself quickly.

 

As Sharon returned from the bathroom, Tom continued.   “Here is a box of overnight style extra absorbent disposable diaper pull ups that have been modified with a slit in the crotch.  Put one of them on – NOW.”

 

Sharon meekly complied.

 

“The next item you will wear starting now is this knee length heavy rubber panty girdle with a 6 by 2 inch ribbed dildo.  It is already powdered, so let’s get this girdle on you.  The dildo will fit up the slit in your diaper.”

 

“By the way, starting tomorrow, you will shave your pussy bald every 4 days.  I like the nice smooth feel of a shaved pussy, but I have read that if pussy shaving is held to once every 4 days, maximum itching discomfort is achieved.”

 

Horrified, Sharon meekly took the heavy rubber garment that Tom held out to her,  examining the massive dildo that was covered with all sorts of ribs, bumps, and even little rubber spikes.  She began to slide it over her booted legs, watching the fat invader come closer to her crotch.

 

“Here is a little lube for your pussy stretcher.  Be thankful I am not giving you the pepper lube or the menthol lube.”

 

After much stretching and pulling, the giant invader was firmly lodged in Sharon’s pussy.

 

“Next is this nice rubber half slip.  Get it on now.  Starting tomorrow, you will wear the full rubber slip with a built in nippleless rubber bra, but this will work for today.  Because of your boots, we don’t have time for the rubber stockings, but you can become acquainted with them tomorrow.”

 

As she worked the rubber slip over her corseted hips, tears formed in Sharon’s eyes.  She wanted to complain about the heat building up, but Tom’s stern look quelled any protest.

 

Reaching over, Tom pulled the heavy zipper of her leather dress downward, and affixed the padlock.  “There, nice and tight for the rest of the day.  Those diapers are actually rated to hold 5 full cups of pee.  Just thought you would want to know that interesting little fact.”

 

Fifteen minutes had passed, and all eyes were on Sharon and Tom as they walked back out into the sunny day.  Actually, it was more accurate to say that Sharon waddled back.  The thickness of the dildo forced her to walk with an exaggerated sway to her hips, which was further accentuated by the tightness of her skirt and the height of her heels.

 

A few minutes later, Sharon spotted Tom speaking to Regina and Amy.  Tom and Regina kept glancing over to Sharon, and Amy stood by with a horrified look on her face, especially when Tom and Sharon turned to talk to Amy.  Sharon was talking to Cindy Parks, so she could not catch the full conversation, but what she did hear caused her to further blush and want to shrink out of sight.

 

“…her dress locks…..diaper….corset also locks on…. Yes, every day, even to work… Why, yes, you can help enforce Sharon’s dress regimen, Regina, that would help me a lot…. I will introduce you to Rosanne Parks… I’m sure she would make some outfits for Amy…”

 

The reception seemed to go on forever for Sharon.  She had trouble focusing on conversation, her boobs constantly tormented by the horrid bra, and her pussy stretched to the max.  Despite the discomfort it caused, the giant invader was causing a different kind of heat to build up in Sharon’s loins with every step she took.  Sharon tried to hold as still as possible, but the increasing pain in her calves from the heels caused her to constantly shift weight from side to side.  As she did, she felt herself slide further down the slippery slope of pre-orgasmic buildup.

 

As she moved to shake hands with Mr. Leventhal, the preacher who Sharon knew from childhood (“Why do I still call him ‘Mister,’” Sharon mussed) IT happened.  The slide down the slope was irreversible.  Sharon’s lips began to contort as her pelvis began to arch and shake uncontrollably.

 

“Ah, Ah, Agg..  Nooo… Nooo… Oh, my God… Yesss…”

 

With widened eyes, Ross Leventhal grabbed Sharon to support her.  As Sharon shook her head uncontrollably, her knees went weak and the warm glow of orgasmic bliss spread across her whole body, momentarily erasing the pain of her bra and the uncomfortable nature of her rubber underwear. 

 

All conversation stopped.  All eyes were on Sharon.  As it became gradually apparent to her guests that Sharon had just experienced a very public orgasm, Tom broke the stunned silence with an apt observation.

 

“Here cums the bride.”

 

As Sharon’s orgasmic contortions subsided, she slowly realized that over 40 people were staring at her, and that she was leaning heavily into the preacher’s arms.  As she slowly stood up, she felt the color totally drain from her face.  All she could think about was hiding.

 

“I… I don’t know what happened,” Sharon whispered to no one in particular.

 

Tom came over to her and hugged her tightly.

 

“I love you so much,” he said sincerely.

 

Sharon was in a total emotional quandary.  She was totally embarrassed, but somehow, she was elated that Tom was holding her.  She had just experienced an incredible orgasm,  but felt the sexual tension again arising, and a part of her began to ache for a second orgasm.

 

Two hours later, the reception was finally over.  Sharon was totally uncomfortable in her outfit, was kept in total frustration by the movement of the dildo within her,  and she needed to pee badly.  After her very public and unexplained orgasm, Sharon felt that everyone kept staring at her.  As the guests were leaving, Tom approached Roseanne Parks, and inquired if she could stay awhile, and discuss some new outfits for Sharon.

 

“I’d be delighted to stay,” responded Roseanne.

 

“We will be leaving on our honeymoon early next week, and I thought that maybe you could make a couple of ‘traveling outfits’ and some underwear for our girl here, and have a few more outfits  completed when we return.  Of course, we will be buying some stuff on our trip, but my dear Sharon can never have too many outfits, can she?”

 

“Of course – in anticipation of your requests that you already made, I have stockpiled over 300 of the finest hides available, and have gone on the internet to buy all sorts of locking buckles, lacing rings, corset boning, horsehair linings and other items to create the rather unusual garments you seem to like her wearing.  With what you are paying me, I could probably get rid of my other clients and work just for you.”

 

“We might just look into that,” responded Tom.

 

As the last guest left, Sharon, Tom and Roseanne made it back to the house, leaving the mess in the garden to the workmen taking down the fixtures and cleaning up.

 

“Tom, I really need to pee,” said Sharon.

 

“What’s stopping you?”

 

“You really don’t expect me to use this diaper, do you?”

 

Tom shot her a stern look.  “Get used to it, honey.  That dress is staying locked on until we get back from the symphony tonight.”

 

Sharon had almost forgotten – even though it fell on their wedding day, Tom had purchased tickets several months ago for the now sold out visiting performance of the London Philharmonic Orchestra.  Tom always bought the best seats, and was not about to miss this performance.

 

“You mean, I have got to stay locked in this sweaty, rubberized outfit with a wet diaper for the next 10 hours?, sobbed Sharon.

 

“Well, yes,” responded Tom.  “Just think of it as having shaved off, let’s see…almost one day out of 5 times 365 or…..1825 days of your agreement with me.  Why, by tomorrow morning, that will be  about one twentieth of one percent taken off of your agreement.  I can guarantee you, in five years, you will be no stranger to wearing soggy, wet diapers.  Just think, sitting at your desk, that handsome client sitting across from you, and trying to show no facial expression as you add another cup of pee to your diapered bottom.”

 

Sharon felt like she was walking through some surreal nightmare.

 

“Honey, why don’t you fix us all some drinks.  Roseanne, what will you have?”

 

“A gin and tonic would be great,” responded Roseanne.

 

“Bombay Sapphire ok?  Honey, make me a scotch rocks – my usual”

 

As Sharon brought the drinks back, Tom and Roseanne were in a deep discussion.

 

“OK,” said Roseanne.  “The leather nightdress will incorporate a single glove and a full hood – with a mouth opening.  It will have zippers across each tit, a fairly full skirt that will extend about a foot longer than the usual hemline, and a drawstring at the hem to close it shut.  The sleeves will be closed, with D rings at the ends.  Anything else?”

 

“No,” responded Tom.  “Wait, maybe a D ring at the crown of the hood.  That might be useful to lock her to the headboard, or somewhere else.”

 

“And, if you can get it done before we leave, how about a black leather burka.  We will be stopping in Turkey for a few days, so she can wear it there.  Besides, it would make a great punishment outfit when we get back.  I got this idea that will make it really special.  Inside the Burka, sew a short ‘skirt’ of leather about the waist, and have a drawstring arrangement at the ‘hem’ of this small skirt.  By putting a chain through this drawstring channel, the ‘hem’ of the ‘skirt’ can be drawn tight and locked around Sharon’s waist.  This will totally encase her arms and hands, preventing her from removing the burka or using her hands in any manner.  You better make the screen fairly large, because that will be the only opening to let air in.”

 

“Oh, Tom, you are SO kinky.  Don’t you just love his creativity, Sharon?”

 

Sharon groaned, trying hard to focus on keeping a small turd that was trying to escape her ass inside her.

 

Roseanne continued, “I assume you want the Burka to be fairly tight about the ankles.”

 

“Of course,” replied Tom.  “But, it needs to be wide enough to put over her head since there will be no zipper.  She can always wear a hobbleskirt underneath.  I would make it long enough so that it just scrapes the ground when she is in 5 inch heels”

 

Tom continued, “How about a little leather curtain that can be dropped over the screen in front?  In fact, why don’t you put a little grommet at the bottom of the ‘curtain’ and have a locking post under the screen, so the lock would be totally visible about chin level.  Even with the ‘curtain’ rolled up, the padlock could be left affixed to the post, and  people would immediately notice the lock in the post, and assume that the curtain could be rolled down and locked.  With the ‘curtain’ down, Sharon could still breathe since the sides of the ‘curtain’ would be loose.  The ‘curtain’ would be rolled up and sit above the face screen when not in use.  You know, the screen could be made of a tight wire mesh, which would add to the imposing look of the leather burka.”

 

“Great idea, Tom”

 

“Really great,” thought Sharon, at least no one will know who I am.

 

Tom continued his creative thought process.  “The only problem I can see with the burka  is that Sharon will be totally anonymous inside it’s confines.  I might want her to wear it when we go out in public here, especially if she has been naughty.  It is a great dress item because it will cause people to stare, and all sorts of other clothing can be worn undetected underneath.  So, why don’t you embroider ‘Sharon Stone, aka Sharon Edison’ in bold red letters around the rim of the burka’s cap, so everyone will know who is inside?”

 

“Tom, you are a genius.  I’ll get going on both of these outfits right away.  I should have them ready within a couple of days.”

 

“Perfect,” responded Tom.  “Now, let’s talk about some specialized underwear for our special girl.”

 

“Well, I have made a lot of custom made bras and corsets over the years.”

 

“Why don’t you use your imagination and create a couple dozen open nipple bras for Sharon.  The ones that are available in lingerie stores are just too flimsy.  I think they should all be dark colored so they show off better.  Maybe some could be elasticized at the base to further force her nipples forward.  Most of them should probably be the longline style to fit under her corset and provide maximum lift.  I would like at least 6 to be made with some type of rough, irritating surface inside for punishment.  Maybe scouring pad material, or gluing silica sand inside – I’m sure you will come up with something.”

 

Tom continued.  “I also would like a couple of very heavy, compressing long leg body shapers, also with the open bra feature.  Sharon will mostly be wearing rubber panties and girdles, but she should have an assortment of open crotch, open butt girdles made of heavy spandex, to force her butt out into a prominent mound.  I’ve seen these advertised, but I think you could probably make some that are stronger and heavier than what is out there on the market that will give maximum rear projection to her butt.  I think that they would look great with an open nipple bra when worn under a tight, thin white sweater-dress.”

 

Turning to Sharon, he said, “Don’t you agree?”

 

By this time, Sharon was just too numb to respond with anything more than a tentative nod of her head.  Sitting diapered in a hot leather dress, perspiration running down her legs, her boobs still on fire from the spiked bra, Sharon was totally subdued.  The thought of going out in public in a white sweater-dress with her nipples prominently displayed by an open black bra, and her already ample butt forced upward and backward by an open back girdle was just too much to contemplate.  Yesterday she was a successful businesswoman looking forward to her wedding, and today she was the subject of a bizarre discussion of kinky clothes.

 

“How could I have ever got into this situation,” thought Sharon to herself.  “A leather burka that locks on?  What kind of bizarre mind would even contemplate such a horrid garment?”  Her answer came as Tom continued his instructions to Roseanne, reminding her to make provisions in the girdles to secure a dildo.

 

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NOTE:  The author, Softleather, invites comments from anyone regarding this story, and particularly comments from any persons subjected to, or subjecting someone to, enforced wearing of certain clothing items, or from women who have experienced wearing open bras in public.