Characters in Chapter 3:
Tom Burns – New Husband
Sharon Burns (formerly Sharon Edison)– 48 year old widow who just
married Tom.
Roseanne Parks – Tom’s seamstress
Emma Jones – Salesperson at Fordstrom’s
department store
Second Marriage, Chapter 3
Three days had passed since Tom and Sharon were
married. As Sharon
awoke to live her third day of marital bliss, her mind reflected on the past 72
hours.
Since making the unexpected journey to their bedroom during
the wedding, Sharon had been continuously confined in her rubber punishment
underwear, except for a 20 minute shower each morning. For the past two mornings, the dressing
ritual had been the same, and would be repeated again when Tom awoke. The only variance was the outer garment that Sharon
was expected to wear for the day, and the nighttime
attire that Tom chose.
Sharon thought
back to the day before yesterday. After
being prepared in her punishment underwear, Tom had laid out a dress nearly
identical to her wedding dress, but in black.
This dress had the additional feature of having a very stiff 3 inch
collar that held her head nearly rigid, and having a zipper that went down the
entire length of each sleeve that allowed Tom to zip her arms tightly to the
side of the dress with her hands resting on her hips. Her boots for the day were black ankle boots
with a 5 inch heel that naturally locked on.
It was in this dress that Tom had introduced Sharon
to some changes to the upstairs exercise room.
“While we were getting married, I had several workmen in the
house making a few changes to several rooms.
I am sure that you will agree that the changes are ingenious. Over the next few weeks, I will gradually
introduce you to them. Let’s go down the
hall to the exercise room.”
As Sharon
navigated her way down the hallway, being forced to hold her head stiffly
erect, she was once again reminded of the thick invader in her pussy, thrusting
side to side with every mincing step.
Once inside the exercise room, Sharon
immediately noticed that several of the pieces of equipment had been
replaced. Immediately obvious was a
strange treadmill device that stood where her usual Performance Plus treadmill
sat. One could only barely discern that
this ominous machine was a treadmill, because it had 3 sides, like a box,
around the tread, with a swinging barred gate on the fourth side, or back
portion of the treadmill. Above the
device, attached to the ceiling, was a small cable hoist, with a cable
terminating in a strange harness like device hanging immediately above the
treadmill, and a bundle of wires hanging right beside it. A control box, apparently for the hoist, but
sporting many switches and dials, hung about 5 feet to the side of the
treadmill. In front of the treadmill sat
a water cooler, its 5 gallon inverted bottle full, but it, too, was modified: a
long clear plastic tube, ending in what appeared to be a leather head harness
with a large penis like gag hung over one side of the treadmill. Above the water cooler, directly in front of
the treadmill at eye level, was a large flat screen TV.
“What happened to my old treadmill?” said Sharon
with a quavering voice.
“Someone is probably buying it from the Goodwill as we
speak,” responded Tom. “Nothing is too
good for my wife. I’ve bought you the
latest technology that money can buy. I
know that you are dying to become extremely proficient in those heels, but that
you might lack a certain level of willpower to really give it your full effort. Sometimes, it is easier to stay at a task if
there is no way to get off task. You will
notice that with the sides projecting two feet above the deck of the treadmill,
the only exposed surface is the tread itself.
There is no hopping off once the program starts. For safety, though, there is a suspension
harness that will keep you from falling.”
“What does a treadmill have to do with wearing high heels?”
“A century ago, when women were expected to wear corsets and
high heels, young girls would learn to walk miles in their heels at a fairly
rapid pace. It made everyday walking so
much more natural and graceful. Today’s
technology can only help the process.”
“But I wear my running shoes when exercising!” said Sharon,
a little too emphatically.
“In your past life, maybe,” retorted Tom.
With a serious, stern look, Tom continued. “In six months, you will be able to run –
yes, run- at least a mile in 6 inch heels and a narrow hobbleskirt. Most of your exercise will be done dressed
just as you are now – it will make everyday life in leather and rubber seem so much easier.
In fact, let’s get you introduced to your new treadmill now.”
“We will start without any restraint,” continued Tom as he
unzipped Sharon’s arms which were
held tightly to her side. “We will even
dispense with the hydrating harness, since you will only be starting with a 20
minute walk. Stand up here, and we will
get the safety harness on. Now,
typically, when you exercise, you will be wearing a special dress or outfit
outfitted with internal electrode pads to sense your heart rate, and to apply
persuading shocks if you slack, but we won’t worry about that until you get a
little more used to your exercise regimen.”
After he fastened the buckles of the harness, Tom went over
to the control box and adjusted the height of the harness so that if Sharon
fell, the harness would hold her upright.
“The harness is set so that if you fall, the treadmill
automatically stops. When it senses you
have regained your footing, and are no longer hanging in it, the harness will
signal the treadmill to start up again.
Of course, there are built in penalties in every program for falling, so
never think you can just rest by hanging in the harness. OK, let’s begin.”
Sharon felt the
belt slowly move. She grasped the
handhold and began to walk in the short confines of her skirt. As the speed slowly advanced, Sharon
was forced to take quicker steps, her ankles flexing the confines of the narrow
hem with every mincing step. As she
focused on maintaining her pace, the TV screen lit up. The screen appeared to be divided into 4
smaller screens: only one had an image, and Sharon
realized that it was a close-up of her feet walking on the treadmill.
“Since walking in heels correctly involves a lot of
refinement, you will usually be able to see just what your feet are doing. When we get into the real refinements of high
heel walking and running, this will be an important tool to get just the right
positioning of your feet on the surface.”
A second screen lit up.
“This is your performance information.
Speed, distance, total miles logged on your treadmill for the month,
week and day, performance goals, heart rate and a whole lot of other
information will be displayed here.”
When the timer indicated 10 minutes, Sharon
was exhausted. “Tom, I just can’t keep
up this pace,” moaned Sharon. “Besides, this damned thing in my pussy is
making me incredibly horny.”
“You are only going 1.7 miles per hour,” retorted Tom. “Just wait until you log 5 miles in a day at
2.8 miles per hour in your hobbleskirt. You better just hope that you aren’t doing
that with the addition of your punishment underwear”
Sharon endured
the full 20 minutes, shaking, drenched in sweat, on the brink of orgasm, but
feeling a perverse satisfaction in her accomplishment. Tom un-harnessed her, and they went down to
breakfast. The rest of the day was spent
finalizing the last details of their honeymoon trip.
Sharon’s sleepy
review of the past two days was broken by the stirring of Tom beside her. She stretched as far as the confines of the
rubber cocoon that enveloped her allowed.
“Morning, Darling,” said Tom sleepily, as he reached over
and pinched her right nipple which was held upright by her rubber bra against
the rubber cocoon.
After about 10 minutes of passionate kissing, Tom pushed Sharon
downward in the bed where his erection awaited her mouth. Sharon
felt a strange pleasure in being forced to suck Tom’s penis while trapped inside the
confines of her rubber prison. Sharon
was on the brink of orgasm as she sucked.
Wiggling in the bed caused the invader to stir within her pussy. Just as Tom was about to cum, Sharon
began to shudder in a violent dildo induced orgasm. Two more deep sucks brought Tom to a climax,
and they both shuddered in simultaneous orgasm.
After a few minutes, Tom reached over and unzipped Sharon
from her rubber cocoon, and unlocked the rubber corset that she was wearing.
“Time for your shower, and to get dressed
for your third day in your rubber underwear outfit. I will have it laid out on the bed when you
get out of the shower, along with today’s clothes. You are getting off lucky – you get to change
out your rubber punishment outfit this afternoon since Rosanne is bringing your
new outfits and undies over for you to try on and
model.”
As she emerged from the shower, Sharon,
for the third morning,
re-enacted her dressing ritual in her punishment underwear. First, she put on the special diaper that had
been slit to accommodate the dildo in her girdle. Lubricating the oversized dildo, she stepped
into the rubber long legged dildo-girdle, and eased it up over her legs until
the dildo was firmly lodged against her cervix.
Next, she rolled the powdered rubber stockings up her legs and fixed the
tops to the garters of the girdle.
At this point, Tom handed her a rubber corset that she
clasped about her waist, engaging the front busk. Tom proceeded to tighten the laces, zip up
the lacing cover, and place the now very familiar padlock through the zipper
pull.
After getting into her corset, Sharon
pulled on the ankle length black boots with the 5.5 inch heels, zipped them up,
and placed the open padlocks in the buckle about the top. As she stood, she took the black, heavy rubber slip
that Tom had laid out, and profusely powdered the inside. It was different than the one she wore
before: this one was much thicker and came only to her knees.
Sharon then took a generous
amount of lube and smeared it inside the open nipple bra cups as she had been
instructed, the purpose of which was to allow her boobs to be maximally squeezed
and projected out of the front opening.
As she applied the lubricant, she realized that the insides of the very
heavy and stiff rubber bra cups were not smooth, but had many bumps and spiky
projections inside.
Sighing, and knowing that her poor boobs were in for another
day of torture, she stepped into the slip and wiggled in. It took a few minutes to get the slip up
around her body, and her boobs lodged into the insidious cups. As instructed, she pulled at her nipples to
let the bra cup fit snugly around the base of her boobs, giving her maximal
forward projection through the holes.
At this point, Tom handed her a red sweater made out of very
fine lambswool.
“We will be going shopping today for some new outfits before
Roseanne comes over, so you need to wear something you can take on and off
easily. Here is a belted leather skirt
to wear with the sweater.”
Sharon was surprised
that the skirt, although extremely tight, came only to her knees. She then realized that with the shorter
skirt, her rubber-clad legs would be very obvious to everyone, especially since
it was going to be a sunny and hot day.
As she put on the sweater, Sharon
eyed herself in the mirror. Although the
leather dresses that she had been forced to wear for the past three days were
tight across her bust,
they didn’t cling like this sweater did. With the tight clinging material, it was
obvious that the tips of her breasts were projecting from the holes in the
front of her bra: her nipples formed sharp points straining against the fabric,
which tightly clung to the outline of her breasts. To her horror, she saw that as the thin wool
stretched, the dark black outline of the bra could be clearly seen, contrasting
with the lighter color of her nipples and breast tissue. Anyone closer than 20 feet would immediately
recognize that she was not wearing any ordinary bra.
Pulling on the tight leather skirt, she fastened the belt,
which served only to further emphasize her voluptuous figure. She sensed Tom behind her, as he reached
around her neck and affixed the large pendent necklace that she wore at her
wedding. As the heavy pendent dropped between her boobs, the thin fabric of the
sweater stretched even further, completely revealing the full circle of the bra
cut-outs.
“Well, you look ready for a day on the town. Why don’t you make some coffee, and I will
get dressed and we can get an early start on our shopping trip?” said Tom with
a grin.
A half hour later, they were on their way to the Bellevue
Mall for the first of many embarrassing shopping trips. It was already getting warm out, and the sun
beat down on the two of them in Tom’s convertible. “Beautiful, day,
isn’t it?” commented Tom as he adjusted his lanky frame in the seat. Tom looked relaxed, clad only in a white Polo
shirt, tan shorts, and sandals.
By the time that they were well inside Fordstrom’s,
a high end department store, one couldn’t help but notice a group of men trying
to be inconspicuous, but wandering behind the couple. In her walk from the car with Tom, Sharon
had heard three “incredible tits” and a number of other comments half whispered
behind her. A group of teenaged boys
that was leaving the store as she entered now seemed to be following her.
“Let’s get you some more sweaters first,” said Tom,
propelling Sharon to a display of
summer sweaters.
A saleswoman in her early thirties spotted the couple and
came over. She was strikingly beautiful,
with long blonde hair, and stood at least 6 feet tall. She just seemed to radiate sensuality. “My name is Emma. May I help you?” she asked, eying Sharon
from head to toe, but placing her hand lightly on Tom’s arm.
“We would like to buy a collection of sweaters, at least a
dozen, for my wife,” Tom stated.
“Anything in particular?” querried
Emma, turning now to address Sharon. Sharon
glanced at Tom, who looked at her sternly.
Sharon replied
meekly: “I want to buy a lot of tight, clingy, soft sweaters that will show my
figure off at
its best.”
“I can see why,” said Emma, her eyes hungrily eying Sharon’s
twin mounds. “Tell me, just where did
you get that bra?”
Blushing furiously, knowing that there would be a penalty if
she didn’t answer correctly, Sharon
responded “It..its actually
a rubber bra slip. It..it..its part of my rubber
punishment outfit.”
Looking at Tom with a smile, Emma responded: “Well, this
little girl looks like she could use some punishment. I think I know exactly what kind of sweaters
you want, or at least what kind of sweaters your husband wants. Why don’t we go back in our private changing
room? I really need to check out the
exact fit of each sweater to make sure it is right. Don’t you agree?”
“I’m Tom, and my wife is Sharon,”
said Tom, holding out his hand to Emma.
“She can change in private, but don’t you think we should
see how each item looks in the natural light by these windows?” continued Emma. “We could have a regular fashion show
here. Hopefully, we can tell by the
other customers’ reactions if the particular sweater is revealing enough.”
“Of course, what a great idea, you are so helpful.”
In the changing room, Sharon
was forced to divest her sweater and skirt, which led to Sharon’s
having to go into full detail about her underwear. During the conversation, Emma revealed that
she was a bisexual dominant.
Returning with an armful of sweaters, Emma proceeded to
dress Sharon in one revealing
sweater after another, much to Tom’s amusement.
As she fitted each one, she would cup Sharon’s
breast, and smooth the material around her nipples. After
the sweater was smoothed, Sharon
had to undo her belt, tuck the sweater tightly inside her skirt, and then
replace the heavy pendent, which Tom left unlocked. She was then instructed to walk around the
entire perimeter of the store, and stand for at least one minute in front of
the large windows before returning to the changing room. Tom and Emma just watched from a distance as Sharon
performed her parade.
By the third walk around the store, at least 30 patrons,
including a few women, had taken up strategic places along her route to observe
this red-faced unusually dressed woman perform her walk.
The fourth sweater that Emma chose was a very loose knit but
fuzzy white sweater that had a high collar.
As she smoothed the sweater over Sharon’s
tits, she exclaimed: “Tom, look – this knit is loose enough to pull a nipple
through – but it is not totally conspicuous, due to the fuzzy nature of the
sweater.”
Sharon looked
down, and sure enough, each nipple protruded through the sweater, but was
surrounded by a thin haze of fuzzy material, so it was just barely within
legal, but certainly not proper, limits.
As she performed her walk, Tom and Emma realized that this sweater was
definitely a keeper.
By sweater ten, Sharon
was getting extremely hot in her outfit, and really needed to pee. Tom sensed her doing a little dance, and
exclaimed “Well, are you going to dance around, or just relieve yourself? It will be another 4 hours until you are
released from that diaper. Don’t worry, I am sure that Emma has seen naughty little girls pee
in their diaper before.”
Mortified, Sharon
looked from Tom to Emma and then back to Tom, and the floodgates opened. Emma just chuckled.
“By the way, Tom, do you want some low cut sweaters
too? I assume that you have some
revealing quarter cup bras for your little girl to wear on occasion.”
“I was just going to mention that. In fact, this afternoon, she is getting a
couple dozen custom made bras, including padded quarter cup bras. I think a few really low cut sweaters that
will hang open when she bends over, and a few tight cardigan sweaters that will
stretch open around the buttons should do the trick.”
As she continued her parade, Sharon’s
extreme embarrassment was only heightened by the sound of a very wet diaper
squishing about her loins. Regardless of
her embarrassment, the pain in her feet, and the stares of customers, the dildo
continued to do its job, and the horniness that she felt seemed to stir an
almost perverse desire to walk in an exaggerated sexy manner. Thinking back to her wedding, she was
determined not to have another public orgasm, and tried hard to suppress the
rising tension in her loins.
Although the mind is a powerful tool, sometimes it cannot
overcome eons of human evolution: On her
eighteenth walk around the store, the continual thrust of the dildo, coupled
with the tactile stimulation of so many sweaters brushing bare nipples won out
just as Sharon passed a very
attractive young couple who had been watching her for over an hour. Maybe it was Sharon
seeing the woman unconsciously stroking her right breast as Sharon
approached that pushed her over the edge.
Whatever it was, Sharon
suddenly felt herself clutched in the throes of an incredible orgasm, causing
her to stiffen and jerk just two feet from the couple. Both of them reached out to steady her, as Sharon’s
guttural moans reverberated throughout the store.
As her orgasm subsided, Sharon
whispered a shaky thanks, and hobbled back to the
dressing room.
“Enough shopping for the day? Said Tom with a wide grin.
“Lets get lunch, so we can get back in time to
meet Rosanne and see her creations.”
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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.
