Characters in Chapter 1:

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

CHAPTER 1

“I now pronounce you Husband and Wife- You may kiss the bride.”

With those words, Sharon and Tom were married.  The newlyweds kissed, and turned to smile at the small group that were gathered in the garden to witness their marriage.  Amid the clapping, Sharon felt a slight tremble as she realized that she had just committed to Tom “for better or worse” for a lifetime.  As she gazed over the crowd, she forced a smile at her friends and her mother, and exchanged a hug with Tom. When she hugged, a look of pain shot through her eyes, and she let out a gasp.  To anyone passing by, who had chanced to drive up the quarter mile driveway of Tom’s estate, the garden party wedding held amid rose bushes and  stately willows was a typical event for one of Mercer Island’s wealthier families.  To one who had observed  Sharon prepare for that afternoon, or knew the real reason for her look of pain, Sharon was not your typical bride.

When she awoke at 7, Sharon, who had moved in with Tom a month before, gazed out of the window  of their bedroom at the  expansive back yard of Tom’s  estate.  The swimming pool sat to the left, the tennis courts to the right, and perfectly framed between two Spruce trees sat Mount Rainier in the distance.

After a leisurely bath, she combed her hair, and did her nails and makeup.  Only two hours to go until the wedding began.

As she brushed her hair, Sharon heard Rita Gomez, Tom’s (and now her) maid was busy in the bedroom, getting her wedding ensemble ready.

Sharon’s Wedding ensemble had been carefully chosen weeks before the wedding – with a lot of input from Tom.  From the very beginning of their relationship, Tom had expressed a keen interest in how Sharon dressed, and very often was very emphatic about certain specifics of Sharon’s wardrobe.  This had led to several disagreements, as Sharon was used to dressing conservatively for work, and casually at home.  But over the months of their courtship, Tom  had  backed off a bit, especially after they signed the prenuptial agreement in Tom’s lawyer’s office.

Set out on the bed by  Rita was Sharon’s  wedding ensemble.  Tom had her dress custom made by a seamstress that he regularly used, Sandra Parks  It was  narrow to the ankles,  form fitting around Sharon’s very generous bust,  had a high collar, long sleeves, and it was made entirely from rose colored leather. A feature of the dress that was not readily apparent to a casual observer was the fact that the  back zipper, which  was quite heavy, zipped downward over the entire length of the dress,  so that when fully zipped, the zipper pull was at the hem, not the neck of the dress.  (“So you can have  the look of a hobbleskirt, but loosen the zipper if you have to walk any distance,” Tom had told her.)

Beside the dress sat another custom made item: Sharon’s wedding corset.  This too, was made of the same rose colored  leather, and was a formidable garment.  Front extended a long spoon busk that did not open, but was encased totally in the leather of the garment.  It extended far downward and curved backwards to literally grasp  Sharon’s pussy when the corset was tightened.  The top of the corset was molded into a half cup bra that forced Sharon’s 38 EE  breasts to their upward limit, and  left her nipples and aurola exposed.  It was this part of the outfit that Tom and Sharon had argued about the most:   Besides  being quite large, Sharon’s breasts were fairly firm and conical shaped with prominent nipples.  When she tried the corset on, and walked around  Sandra’s shop in her t-shirt and slacks, her nipples stuck out like beacons, especially as the spoon busk caressed her pussy with every stride.  Tom had reassured Sharon that since her dress was leather  and was lined, her nipples wouldn’t show as much.  Reluctantly, Sharon agreed – after all,  she would only be wearing the corset for a few hours of her life, anyway.

Having given in to another of Tom’s quirks, her footwear was a  pair of  5 -1/2 inch high heeled  knee boots – custom made  from the same leather as her dress and corset.  The boots laced up the front, and although Sharon hadn’t noticed it when she tried them on in the shop, around the top was a  2 inch wide belt that covered the knot in the laces and which was secured with two smaller buckling straps

The only other items  on the bed was a pair of nylons and a heavy chain necklace with a pendant that hung down just below Sharon’s bust line.

Being the second marriage, and having lived together for a month, Tom was present  in their bedroom  as Sharon dressed.

“Well, Hon, it’s our big day.  In an hour, you will be walking down the stairs  to the sound of ‘The Wedding March.’  I guess the first order of business is putting on your corset.”

As Tom wrapped the formidable  corset around her middle, Tom instructed Sharon to lean forward, and to support her breasts with her hands while Tom began to tighten the laces.  Since the corset did not open in the front, Sharon had to literally step into the corset and work it over her hips.  As she felt the corset tighten, Sharon fought the urge to stand upright, but was gradually forced upright as Tom continued the tightening.

“OK, now  it is tight enough to let go of your boobs, but before you do, lean forward so that they position themselves well into the cups.”  As Sharon leaned forward, Tom whisked what appeared to be the lining out of the corset bra cups.  As Sharon let her breasts hang, the ends of her boobs extended well beyond the front rim of the rigid half-cup. As Sharon straightened up, and as the full weight of her boobs fell into the rigid half-cups, she felt a sudden pain on the undersides of her boobs like a million pins were sticking in them.  As she let out a startled yell, and grabbed her boobs,  Tom calmly began to lace her tighter.

“Marriage is a pleasurable event that lasts a lifetime.  Sometimes, marriage involves pain – pain which must be silently suffered by the marriage partners, and kept secret from the outside world.   To remind you of this fact while we exchange vows, your corset cups are each lined with about 100 tiny stainless steel spikes.  They are small enough to not puncture your skin, but sufficiently large to provide constant irritation..  Today, you will be constantly tormented by these spikes as you walk about – but no one else will know, because you will smile and carry on as if nothing was wrong.”

As a tear welled up in Sharon’s eye, Tom kept tightening the corset until it was finally closed.  Then came another surprise: the sound of a zipper being pulled up over the laces, and the  barely audible but distinct click of a padlock.

“After you were fitted for this corset, I made a couple of modifications, including the spikes in the bra cups.  A flap covers the laces that zips and locks shut.  I wouldn’t want you to be tempted to  undress before you experience a full day of boob  discomfort. Although not attached now, a spiked pad can be added to the inside of the spoon busk, as can a vibrating dildo.  I know you thought that this corset was only going to be worn today,  but we will now refer to this corset as ‘Sharon’s Punishment Corset #1.’  I am sure it will get  a lot of use.”

Sharon’s mind was racing as Tom fitted the stockings and the boots.  She was too numbed to even comment when a set of 4 padlocks ensured that her boots would stay on until Tom decided otherwise.

As he held the dress open for Sharon to step into, Tom continued: “I know you are a little shocked at what just happened.  I do truly love you, and want our lives to be one forever.  You know I have some quirks –  But you know also that there is a side of you that likes the control I exert.”

Although her mind was racing and confused, Sharon had to admit that she did get a perverse  thrill out of Tom’s dominant nature –  her now sopping wet pussy couldn’t lie.  She just hated going out into public with anything but the most conservative outfits on, and especially hated showing her figure, which Tom wanted to emphasize.

Watching herself in the  mirror as Tom engaged the zipper at her neck and slowly inched the slider downward, Sharon watched  the buttery soft leather of her dress begin to envelop her curves.  As Tom eased the zipper downward, and the supple leather pressed her skin, her nipples seemed to swell to prominence.   It wouldn’t be for another 18 hours – when Tom finally released  her from her outfit, that Sharon would realize that although the dress was made of generally heavy lambskin, the portion covering her breasts was made of much thinner material, and that portion wasn’t lined.

As Tom knelt to pull the zipper to the hem, Sharon heard another now familiar “click.”

“I know you might be tempted to open your skirt and  ruin the distinctly beautiful hobbleskirt look, so I added a lock to the zipper mechanism.  Since you won’t be walking very far today, there is really no kneed to unlock your skirt, except if you need to go to the bathroom.  You look absolutely stunning.”

Tom reached for the last item, a pendant necklace, and placed it over Sharon’s neck.  It, too, locked on with a small padlock concealed under her hair.  The heavy pendent sat between her breasts, and caused the thin leather to stretch even tighter across her nipples.

Sharon’s mind was now  completely confused.  The thought of being literally trapped inside of her clothes, and under somebody else’s control  was totally repulsive – but somehow, it made her incredibly horny at the same time.  She looked into the mirror.  She had to admit she looked stunning – a voluptuous figure, long blonde hair, high heels- but the thought of going out in public this way , taking small mincing steps, boobs thrust forward and prominently jiggling, was absolutely embarrassing – especially since she was a very successful businesswoman who owned her own company.

Tom continued, “You know, I loved the look of that dress so much, I had ten more made just like it – with a few strategic changes in some - in different colors.  Isn’t that great?  You could wear a different color every day of the week!  Of course, they all  lock on”

Sharon turned to face Tom.  “Tom, I love you.  I want to marry you.  I want a life together.  But I won’t let you dictate what I wear.!  You have no right to dictate to me what  I do or or do not wear.  I am your wife, not your slave.”

“I agree,” said Tom.  “You are not my slave.  But you are my wife.  And remember, you did voluntarily sign a prenuptial agreement.  Let’s talk about this after the wedding ceremony. “

“What does our pre-nuptial agreement have to do with what I wear?” exclaimed Sharon., her mind  frantically trying to remember the terms of the 22 page pre-nuptual agreement  with exhibits that Tom’s lawyer prepared.

“Well, you read it completely.  You were asked if you had any questions.  You had the opportunity to have it reviewed by your own lawyer, which you refused..  It was you that needed the $550,000 so desperately  to cover your IRS bill – you would have lost your entire business if I hadn’t advanced you that money.”

Sharon looked bewildered.  She had created Star Property Management 10 years ago, and under her direction, it had grown into a very profitable venture.  She had over 15 employees in three cities statewide, and her firm had several lucrative accounts with major  building owners.  Unfortunately, she had fallen behind in her payroll tax payments, and three months ago, a not so friendly IRS agent had made it clear that unless the back due taxes were paid in full within 45 days, her entire business would be seized, and she could face criminal penalties for not depositing the employees’ portion of the tax payments.

Tom had been her knight in shining armor, agreeing to give her the $550,000 in exchange for a 90 controlling interest in her firm, with the provision that she could buy back his share for $550,000 at any time within five years, and that she sign an extensive pre-nuptual agreement, both to protect his assets, and to “motivate her” to buy back his interest.  The agreement also contained a provision that if Sharon faithfully and fully adhered to the standards set forth in the agreement for a full five years, Tom would return her interest in her company for one dollar.  Moreover, as long as she strictly adhered to the provisions of the prenuptial agreement,  she would be in charge of all day to day management operations of her company, and Tom would be a totally silent partner.

Three months ago, Sharon would have signed anything to get the IRS off of her back, and to save her company.  A lengthy document had been prepared, and she had had the opportunity to fully review its’ contents.  So intent on getting her problem resolved, she just skimmed the document, figuring that she really wasn’t after Tom’s estate anyway, so whatever he wanted to do to protect it was fine with her.

Tom continued, secretly knowing that Sharon had not read the entire agreement in his lawyer’s office.  “If you remember, your right to buy back your firm was specifically conditioned on your behavior as a wife over the next five years.  Failure to follow the  standards set forth in the pre-nuptial or come up with $550,000 in cash to buy back your interest would automatically abrogate the buyback provision, and give me full ownership forever of your company.”

“What ‘standards’?” replied Sharon.

“Well, you know – exhibit 3 -  Sharon’s Rules of Conduct.  I actually had two copies  of them laminated to post in the bathroom and the kitchen so you wouldn’t forget the details. .  They are here somewhere.  But, why don’t we wait until after the wedding ceremony to look at them?”

“I don’t remember ever reading exhibit 3.  I just thought those exhibits listed your property and things like that.  With tears welling in her eyes, Sharon continued “I really want to see these rules I somehow agreed to  now.”

“Well, OK.  I think I put them in my second dresser drawer on the right side.  Why don’t you go get them, since you want to read them now so badly.  I guess we don’t have to be downstairs for at least a half-hour”

Sharon began to walk to Tom’s dresser.  Her stride was confined to a very ladylike 11 inches.  The effect of the hobbleskirt, the high heels and corset caused her to thrust her chest forward, pressing her nipples firmly into the thin leather of her dress.  As she walked the 20 feet to the dresser, she noticed that the heavy pendant bounced, and seem to settle a little between her boobs, and her nipples rubbed against the slightly rough underside of the leather, causing them to harden even more.

Tom commented, “Well, I guess we will have to play the wedding march twice for the time it will take you to walk down the isle.  Our guests will certainly have a lot of time to see you at your radiant best!”

“And the guys will have a lot of time to stare at my boobs,” thought Sharon ruefully.

“Why don’t you the rules them aloud?” said Tom.

Sharon slowly read the document that Tom had so carefully laminated

SHARON’S RULES OF CONDUCT

A.                 GENERAL

a.       Tom’s word is absolute.

b.      In Tom’s absence,  the word of Rita Gomez is absolute

B.                 CLOTHING

a.       Any clothing item worn by Sharon at any time will be  approved by Tom.

b.      All clothing items will be chosen with the intent of causing persons to notice Sharon, and to draw attention to her shapely breasts and large nipples, and to emphasize that she is probably involuntarily confined in her clothing somehow.

c.       Pants will never be worn except as specifically suggested by Tom for special occasions requiring the same.

d.      Skirts and dresses will be worn daily unless otherwise specifically directed.

e.       In general, skirts and dresses will be very short, at least 8 inches above the knee, or ankle length.

f.        The majority of Sharon’s skirts and dresses will be made of leather.  Exceptions will be those made of rubber or vinyl, and on rare occasions where social circumstances dictate, traditional cloth items may be worn.

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.

h.       In order that Sharon not be tempted to remove her outfits in Tom’s absence, most of her skirts, dresses, high heeled shoes and high heeled boots will be locked on.  Some of these will have visible locks, so passers by will notice.

i.         Because her long skirts and dresses will generally be hobbling, and not able to be raised above her calves, Sharon will wear an overnight disposable diaper and rubber bloomer pants on days when she will be away from Tom for more than 4 or 5 hours.  Diapers may also be imposed for longer periods for discipline (see “discipline clothing’)

j.        Generally, no panties will be allowed, especially with short skirts,  When panties are worn, they will be crotchless, made of rubber, or specifically designed for discipline (see “discipline clothing”).

k.      Sharon will always wear a bra, even to bed, but no bra will be worn which will cover her nipples in any  manner.  (see exceptions under “discipline clothing”)  Bras will be chosen that elevate the breast, and force the nipples forward to their maximum.  Most bras will be open tipped, having a three inch circular opening through which the nipples and aureoles protrude, and designed to be tighter than average to ensure that the tips are sufficiently squeezed through the openings.  In general, bras will be black or a dark color to ensure that they contrast well with lighter colored tops, emphasizing the open nipple feature to the most casual observer.

l.         Under skirt suits, and some blouses, half bras that cause extreme elevation and cleavage will be worn.  Suit jackets and blouses (rarely worn together) will be buttoned so that a full view of her naked breast will be visible when she bends over or twists to the side.

m.     When putting on a bra, Sharon will ensure that sufficient breast flesh is pulled through the front opening to hold the nipple forward and centered in the opening.  This will enhance the profile of the breast, and make it more obvious to the casual observer that she is wearing an open tipped bra.

n.       With skirts, thin, tight sweaters are the preferred item.  All sweaters and tops will be fitted with 6 hooks around the waist that will engage in corresponding eyes sewn into the waist portion of  Sharon’s corsets, ensuring that the sweaters and blouses remain pulled tightly over her breasts, and adding to the confining nature of her outfits.

o.      With the exception of two pairs of tennis type shoes for sport activity, all of Sharon’s footwear will have a minimum of a 4 inch heel, with generally accepted heel height for everyday wear of 5 inches.  Heels will be worn at ALL times that Sharon is not in bed, including showering.

p.      Corsets will be worn at all times unless Tom otherwise directs.  Sharon’s standard corset will be a below the breast, back lacing  leather corset with garter straps, eyes sewn into the waist to hold sweaters and blouses tight, with three buckles at the bottom edge to  secure an understrap or  a vaginal plug.

q.      If any clothing item, such as s dress or skirt, has an external locking provision, no attempt will be made to cover or conceal the lock from public view. 

C.                 DISCIPLINE CLOTHING

a.       Tom will design and purchase an entire wardrobe of items with which to discipline Sharon.

b.      Like her other items of clothing. Sharon will never attempt to remove any of these items, regardless of how uncomfortable they become

c.       Sharon will memorize the names of all of the items of disciplinary clothing, and will use these names and fully describe the item in any conversation about the item.  For example, if she is talking with a friend, and the friend makes a comment  such as “My, you seem uncomfortably hot and sweating.  What are you wearing under that long skirt and sweater?,”  Sharon would reply  something like “ I am wearing my full rubber discipline outfit #2 which consists of  rubber stockings, a rubber panty girdle with a built in 6 inch dildo, a long rubber slip, and a longline rubber bra with nipple cutouts.”

d.      Items will include, but not be limited to

                                                               i.      straitjackets

                                                             ii.      strraightdresses

                                                            iii.      punishment bras with spike linings

                                                           iv.      hard shell punishment bras with built in nipple stretchers

                                                             v.      punishment bras and corsets with built in electroshocking devices to punish the breasts, nipples, labia and clitoris.

                                                           vi.      spiked lined skirts

                                                          vii.      rubber underwear

                                                        viii.      spiked rubber underwear

                                                           ix.      dildo panties with punishment dildos

                                                             x.      ballet boots

                                                           xi.      diapers and rubber diaper pants

                                                          xii.      discomfort enhancers for diapers, such as itching powder.

D.                 GENERAL APPEARANCE

a.       Sharon will always wear makeup.

b.      Sharon will submit to having her lips permanently tattooed with a bright red lip color, and will have her eyes tattooed with permanent makeup in a fashion that would seem most appropriate for a late night on the town.

c.       Sharon will always ensure that her fingernails are at least 1.5 inches long, and painted a striking color designed to attract attention.

d.      Although somewhat dark now, Sharon will submit to having her nipples and aureoles tattooed a darker color, so that they will be more visible under the light colored, tight sweaters that she will be wearing

E.                  CHASTITY

a.       Whenever directed by Tom, Sharon will wear one of the many chastity belts that will become part of her collection.

b.      When not in a specific chastity belt, Sharon will generally wear a 5 inch vaginal plug with an attached clitoral stimulator  held in by an under strap affixed to her corset.  It is the intent of this item to keep her in a constantly aroused state.

c.       Masturbation is expressly forbidden, except at the specific direction of Tom.

F.                  PIERCING

a.       Within a month of being married. Sharon will have her nipples pierced.

b.      Within 2 months of being married, Sharon will have her inner and outer labia pierced with a minimum of 12 rings

“I can’t believe I signed this, or that you even asked me to sign this,” Sharon said flatly, her face deeply troubled.

“Sharon, my love, I totally saved your financial life.  It is entirely your choice.  Pay back the $550,000 anytime in the next 5 years, and the “standards” end.  Follow the standards completely for 5 years, and you get back everything free.  Refuse to follow the standards until you come up with $550,000 in cash, and the company is mine – you will have nothing.  I just wanted to motivate you to be a good and proper wife.

Uncertain of her future, the undersides of her boobs on fire, Sharon looked deeply into Tom’s eyes and they kissed.  Sharon was a rage of conflicting emotions.  She detested the reference to “Sharon’s Punishment Corset #1” but every time the phrase went through her mind, she felt a tingle in her nipples, and for some reason, pictured herself standing at attention in front of an open window, naked except the corset and boots, with her  wrists firmly handcuffed behind her, and a dildo, which she hadn’t even seen, thrust into her pussy  by the spoon busk of her corset

“Are you two lovebirds ready?” Sandra Roberts yelled up the stairs, completely unaware that her daughter was wearing a spiked bra, and had just been sentenced to an effective five years of slavery. “ Everybody is here – it is time for the lovely bride to make her appearance.”

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.

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

Regina Roseland - Employee of Sharon

Amy Wilson – Regina’s submissive lesbian lover

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

Second Marriage, Chapter 4

Tom chose a small but exclusive sushi bar for lunch, located on the lobby floor of one of Bellevue’s largest office buildings.  Although thoroughly humiliated by her second public orgasm in a week, and by the two hours of parading around Fordstrom’s,  displaying her new sweater collection, Sharon was looking forward to the sushi and the possibility that she and Tom might actually be alone for an hour or so without people gawking at her outrageously displayed boobs.

By the time that they got to the restaurant,  the sun beating in the open sports car had caused Sharon to break out in a sweat.  Somehow, the punishers on the inside of her bra cups seemed to dig deeper, causing her a lot of discomfort.  She longed to get inside the cool restaurant.  Looking down, she noticed that a small ring of perspiration was forming around the open nipple tips of her rubber bra, making her exposed state even more obvious.

“Tom, look at me – how can I possibly walk into the restaurant like this?” she queried.

“Well,” said Tom, carefully studying her boobs with a furrowed brow, “I would suggest that you place one foot in front of the other one until you reach the restaurant door, open the door, and continue walking until you are inside.  I really don’t know of another practical way to walk into the restaurant.”

Sensing that Tom was not about to let her off, Sharon tried to focus on how cool and private the restaurant would be.

After waiting a few minutes in the lobby,  the hostess approached and asked them if they wanted a table or wanted to be seated at the sushi bar itself.   Sharon had hoped for a quiet table in the rear of the restaurant, but Tom suggested that they sit at the sushi bar to watch the chef perform his art. 

“The bar is full, except on the backside” commented the hostess, as she led them to two vacant seats on the backside of the oval bar.

As the couple began to sit down, a familiar face turned to exclaim: “Sharon – what a coincidence – I thought you two had left on your honeymoon.”

With a thud in her heart, Sharon realized that they had just been seated next to Regina Roseland, Sharon’s employee, and her lesbian girlfriend, Amy Wilson.

“Regina – Amy.  Great to see you.  Imagine seeing the two of you here!” said Tom as he pulled the barstool back for Sharon to seat herself.

With Regina leering at her boobs, Sharon took her stool at the bar.

“Well, I was in really early this morning contacting clients, so I thought we would take a little extended lunch,” replied Regina, still staring at Sharon’s boobs, but casually placing her hand in Amy’s crotch.  “Something about sushi – it always makes me horny.”

What promised to be a quiet intimate lunch turned out to be a nightmare for Sharon.  Tom and Regina dominated the conversation, and to Sharon’s horror,  Tom invited Regina and Amy back to their place to view  her new wardrobe additions.

During lunch, Sharon asked Regina about several of their clients, and how things were going at the office in Sharon’s absence.  Somehow, Sharon didn’t feel at all like a boss, and just listened as Regina told her about how well things were going, and the changes that Regina had made. 

At one point, Regina pointedly asked Sharon if she was wearing a rubber bra.  Tom jumped in, and said “She is, and it is very special – tell Regina all about it.”  Sharon proceeded to explain about the hard rubber spikes on the inside of the cups, and how painful her boobs felt.

As they left the restaurant to go back to the house, Amy commented on Sharon’s rubber clad legs.  Regina reminded Amy that she could be the one wearing the rubber stockings, and that in fact, Regina would be getting her several pairs in different colors for her to wear.

Arriving at Tom’s home, the four made their way into the sun room.  Rita Gomez, Tom’s maid, brought coffee.

“Rita, Roseanne Parks is coming over any minute now to show us some new creations she made for Sharon to wear.  Since you will sometimes be in charge of dressing Sharon properly, I would like you to stay to see what she has created, and to understand any special features,” said Tom.

“Of course,” smiled Rita, looking at Sharon.  “I look forward to making sure Sharon stays properly dressed and behaves when you are gone.”

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang, and Rita went to answer.  Rita and Roseanne entered, carrying a number of boxes.

“Hi, folks.  I didn’t know Regina and Amy were joining us.”

“Well, we happened to meet them at lunch,” said Tom, “You know, Regina is interested in getting some items for Amy to help train her, so we thought that Sharon could do a fashion show for everyone.”

“Great,” said Roseanne. “ I have worked day and night to get these items ready for your honeymoon, and I think you will all be impressed - especially Sharon.”  Roseanne looked at Sharon with a devilish grin.  “I’m sure Sharon will be thinking of me a lot in the next few weeks.”

“OK, Sharon, lets get you naked to try on these new outfits,” said Tom.  “Actually, I think a quick shower is in order, since you have been in rubber all day.  If you will excuse us, we will be back in a few minutes.”

Fifteen minutes later, Tom and Sharon re-appeared.  Sharon was bare naked except for a pair of 6 inch locking boots.  Bright red marks adorned her naked tits where the rubber punishers had done their work earlier.

“First, lets try the bras,” said Roseanne.  “I have made 21 of them, and will explain the features as we go along.  These four are just your basic, everyday bras for normal wear.”  Handing one for Sharon to try on, Roseanne continued.  “Two are dark black, one is red, and the other is beige.  You will notice that they are all very long, and are boned about the midriff.  They have 10 hooks in the back for closing, and in addition, a zipper that can be locked shut over the hooks and eyes for  security.  The straps are wide, and connect to the high back just under the nape of the neck so that the straps can’t be pulled down.  There is no adjustment for the straps, and I have made them intentionally short to give maximum lift to the cups.  The cups have a 3 inch diameter cutout.”

Roseanne held out one of the black bras for Sharon to put on.

As Sharon struggled to get her boobs into the cups and reach around to close the back, Roseanne continued.  “It would probably be a good idea to have someone help Sharon into all of these bras.  They are so firm, and designed to be very tight, so that it takes a lot of strength to get the hooks closed.  That way, Sharon can bend over to get her boobs well into the cups for maximum forward projection.”

Rita stepped forward to help, and after much straining, all of the hooks were closed, and the locking zipper was secured.  Sharon felt like she was in the vice grip of a corset- the bottom edge of the of the bra extended below her belly button, and the straps dug painfully into her shoulders.

Standing up, Sharon wondered how she was ever going to wear this horrid bra for an hour, much less all day.  “If this is to be my everyday bra, what are the others like?”

“Now,” instructed Tom, “grab your nipples and pull them forward and see-saw them around so that they really project through the openings.  You have to remember this every time you put on one of your open nipple bras.”  As Sharon meekly complied, a generous amount of breast tissue became trapped outside the opening of the bra, forming sort of a giant puffy at the tip.

“OK, its sweater time,” said Tom, as he handed Sharon a thin, white wool turtle-neck sweater.  “Let’s see how well this will cling to your figure.”

As Sharon pulled the tight sweater down over her neck and waist, she realized that the sweater clung very tightly around her whole torso.  Her black bra was clearly visible through the thin material, as was the fleshy colored bulge at the end of each conical boob, which were accented by her dark, long nipples.  Instinctively, she rolled her shoulders forward and down to tend to minimize the pointed appearance of her tits.

“Notice how Sharon tries to minimize her lovely assets, Tom” said Roseanne.  “I anticipated this reaction, and came up with a way to overcome this naughty behavior.  Take the sweater back off for a minute, Sharon, and try on this little device.  I have made 5 of these, and I suggest that they become a part of your standard wardrobe.”

Handing Sharon a mass of buckling straps in black leather, Roseanne continued.  “This is a posture corrector, Sharon.  Good girls proudly show off their pointed nipples for everyone to enjoy.  Bad girls like you have to wear one of these.  See, these padded straps go around the front of your shoulders, and the larger strap goes around your waist.  Notice the buckles, and how they can be locked to keep your naughty fingers from loosening their pull.”  As Roseanne buckled the wide strap around Sharon’s waist, Sharon became aware of a heavily curved, very stiff leather covered brace extending up from her waist belt to her shoulder straps.  The effect of this brace became fully apparent as Rosanne tightened both shoulder straps.

“OK, if we tighten each shoulder strap to the second hole, out little girl will be forced to keep her back very straight, and her chest thrust forward, but I think after a few weeks of wearing this, she will become used to it,” said Roseanne, as she handed Sharon back her sweater.  “Put this back on, dear, and lets see if you can hide those twin peaks now.”

With great difficulty, Sharon replaced the sweater and stood before her audience.  Her back bowed or curved forward slightly, and her shoulders were pulled back, forcing her boobs upward and outward.

“Wow, I really like the effect,” exclaimed Tom.  “This little device will definitely become a permanent addition to Sharon’s wardrobe.”

“You know, Tom,” continued Roseanne as she pulled up the back of Sharon’s sweater, “you can even tighten these straps tighter, like this, if out little girl acts up in public.”  With that, Roseanne cinched each shoulder strap two holes tighter, forcing the curved brace excruciatingly tight against her spine, and forcing her chest into an even greater exaggerated thrust.  Sharon was forced to look up, and her tits were thrust forward and upward in a most unnatural manner.

“Agh – let me out of this,” screamed Sharon. “My shoulders are killing me.”

“Promise you will be a good girl and do everything we ask?  Remember, we can always re-tighten these and leave them locked on for the day,” chided Roseanne.

“Yes – yes. Just let me out of this horrid contraption.”

“Well, not out, but you can go back to your daily wear mode,” said Roseanne as she re-loosened each shoulder strap by two notches.  “OK, just walk around here a bit, and let us look at you in your everyday bra.”

After Sharon had paraded around for a few minutes, Roseanne grabbed another 4 bras, which looked very similar to the one Sharon was wearing.

“Come over here, girl, and lets get you into one of these,” said Roseanne.  As Tom and Rita helped Sharon out of the posture brace and bra, Roseanne went on to explain this set of bras.  “Essentially, these ‘itching bras’ are the same as her everyday bras – two in black, one in red and one in beige.  The difference is that the entire bra including cups is lined in scratchy horsehair lining – woven from real horsehair.  The material was hard to find, but I am told that there is nothing quite like it to provide a constant, unrelenting itch.  As a punishment bra, it would be great for public events, because Sharon will constantly wanting to be pawing her tits to relieve the itching.  Of course, they lock on, too”

To Sharon’s absolute horror, Roseanne was absolutely right about the unrelenting itch.  Even before Sharon donned the obligatory posture brace and sweater, she began to desperately claw at her sides and boobs as the horrible itch consumed her senses.

After 10 minutes, Sharon thought she would go insane.  She nearly fainted when Tom observed, “Imagine a day in that bra locked under a heavy rubber lined leather dress – I bet the sweat would really accentuate the effect of the horsehair!”

“Well, we could take a little break from the bras and see how the leather punishment burka would do with her itching bra,” said Roseanne.  But first, lets get her into one of her special panty girdles.  “Here Sharon, put this on,” said Roseanne, holding out a very heavy, black buttless, long legged  girdle affair.  “You will need a little lube for your friend in the crotch.”

Sharon struggled for 5 minutes to get the impossible tight open butt girdle over her hips, and the attached rubber invader settled in her puss.  When she did, her bare butt projected out of the back, held up by the tight elastic encircling the rear opening.

“OK, time for my best creation yet – the Leather Punishment Burka.”  With that statement, Roseanne pulled out a massive, heavy leather garment from a large box on the floor.

“Just as Tom instructed, I made this leather punishment burka for our little girl here.  Notice her name prominently displayed on the cap portion, so everyone will know who is within.  The eye screen is covered by this locking leather curtain, which can be rolled down and locked to cut out all light.  I added a couple of locking zippered arm slits so Sharon can take in bottles of drinking water or food, or perform some household chores, as I thought it would add to the time that she could be practically confined in the burka.  Really, there is no time limit, as long as someone changes her diapers regularly.  As we discussed, the short inner skirt can be locked about the waist by a chain, totally trapping her hands above her waist, and preventing any removal of the burka.  I weighed it, and with all of the leather used to make it, it weighs over 15 lbs.”

“Lets get it on her,” said Tom.

Lifting the burka over her head, Tom and Rita eased Sharon into its confines.  The face curtain was rolled up, so Sharon could see fuzzy images through the fine holes of the steel eyescreen. As Tom held the hem of the burka up, Rita grabbed the chain that circled the hem of the short inner skirt, and cinched it up tightly around Sharon’s waist.  Grabbing a padlock that was offered by Roseanne, Rita locked the links of the chain together, leaving the excess ends hanging.  With this, Sharon’s hands were trapped above her waist.  Tom let the hem of the burka fall, and even with the 6 inch heels, it just cleared the ground.

To Sharon, the humid, dark confines of the heavy leather burka was totally oppressive.  However, her attention was turned to the incessant itch in her breasts and around her chest.  As she scratched the incessant itching, she realized that she was putting on quite a spectacle to those watching.  However, the itching, scratching, and engorged nipples rubbing against her sweater and the leather of the burka was causing a great deal of sexual stimulation.  The rubber dildo just added to the stimulation, and Sharon realized that she was rocking her hips as she scratched her tits, trying to get some sexual relief.

“Oh, God, I hope I don’t cum again in front of everybody,” Sharon thought.

“Oh, Tom, look at our girl squirm and shake,” chortled Roseanne.  “I forgot to show you, here is the other part to her special open butt girdle.”

To Sharon, with her restricted vision, Roseanne seemed to be handing Tom a black rock.  She could see Tom smile, and then, as the rubber penis in her cunt began to squirm and vibrate.  “A remote control,” groaned Sharon inwardly.

”OK, Honey, let’s see you walk around in your burka.  In fact, lets all take a stroll in the garden and get you some exercise.”

“NO TOM – NO,” screamed Sharon surprising herself.  “I can’t go outside like this.”

“You can, and you will.  Remember, you will be wearing this in PUBLIC when we go on our honeymoon,” retorted Tom.  “Now for that little outburst, you will walk to the front gate and back twice, and then spend an hour sitting on the bench in the rose garden – with your curtain locked down.  Since it is over 80 degrees out, that should work up a little sweat under your bra.  NOW MARCH DOWN THAT DRIVEWAY!”

“Sorry everyone – we should probably continue our fashion show tomorrow – how about 10 in the morning?

“Sure, Tom,” said Roseanne. “I will leave everything here.”

“Works for me,”  added Regina.  “Roseanne, can you quickly measure Amy while we are here?   I want to place an order  - you are so creative.”

Fifteen minutes later, a red convertible passed the entrance of Tom’s estate.  The young couple in the car looked in awe as a strange figure, clad in an even stranger leather burka, clutched the bars of the gate, screaming “Oh, God, OH GOD, YES..Yes ..yes…”  The figure slowly fell to her knees, seeming to shake back and forth, bowing her head to the East. A man appeared 10 feet behind her.   The burka woman’s continuing guttural groans were drowned out by the sound of the car’s engine.

“Í didn’t know Muslims wore leather burkas, or prayed in English,”  commented the young woman to her husband.  “How strange!”

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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.