Part 1
Well, how can I put it? I'm finally living my dream. It's rapidly turning in a nightmare, but my dream nonetheless.
My name is Mariam, I live in the city. Twenty four years old, just finished fashion school. Currently I'm single, and I stay in an apartment in the center of town. I've always like sewing and designing clothes, with a keen eye on the racy ones.
A couple of years ago I discovered that I like to work leather and obsessed with it I began experimenting.
With some spare money I bought a second hand sewing machine, that is able to punch thru it and so I started to produce jackets, skirts whatever.
To support myself and my studies I opened an Etsy shop and sold some creations online. Not a steady income, but sure a creative outlet.
Last year I received a custom request for some sort of bondage clothing, a jacket whose arms were sewn into the pockets so the wearer could not be able to use them. After selling it to the customer, I altered the design and put it on the shop. There the flow started to rise up steadily. To balance the request and the effort I raised the prices and now I seem to have found a balance of sort. So I continue my studies, I keep my shop going, and I get some free time to pursue my interests.
During this phase I discovered a couple of things. First that I like to be restricted and restrained. Since I got request by the net it is nearly impossible that the customer is able to model the thing for me. So I have to model myself. I asked Clarice, a friend of mine to help me offering her food in exchange for modeling, but in the end I like more trying out personally the things I produce. So the agreement stays but the roles changes. So she had the chance to close me in one of the jackets, or helped me put on a pencil skirt ending in a tight corset. Or putting me in a high neck top without arms that forced me to hug my torso. Sort of straightjacket, but definitely classier.
This brought me to another discovery: self bondage, and last summer, because Clarice was on holiday and I was strict on deadlines I had to do by myself. This forced me to tweak the design of the jackets to be able to put it on and off without anyone helping.
In the same period I saw something that triggered my imagination in ways I couldn't foresee.
I saw on a website something called "fuck suit". It's the mother of all thing restricted. Basically it's a bodysuit in which arms and legs are folded in pockets, so that the wearer is not able to walk or grab things besides going around as a dog and using knees and elbows to prance around.
The design I saw was fitted with a hood without holes for the eyes or the mouth, and with a zipper starting from the navel, running thru the crotch, up the back, reaching the back of the head.
It was astounding, the pictures I saw were of a superb leather product, done by an amazing crafter.
There was a woman trapped in the suit, and it was made to her measure in a way that, even if she was fully covered in leather, she could easily be completely naked.
Immediately, I wanted to be her. Hell, I desperately wanted to be her.
I made there and then a plan in my head. This was a big project, of a size completely out of my league.
Broke down the model in three parts: legs, arms and torso, hood.
Since I wanted at first to play with design, I needed a material easy to work and easy to modify. I chose jeans. It doesn't stretch, it's resistant, and it costs much less than anything else. And this because I found a couple of old pants in my closet I could play with.
I remember quite vividly the exact moment in which I took these out on my bed to inspect them. Just plain pants, no frills, no inserts, as I like them.
I took the one with the highest waist and started by unsewing both legs, and then I created the pockets folding the material.
In a couple of days I had prepared a mock up model. The first time I tried them on, I stumbled upon the first problem. The opening of the pockets was too narrow for the folded leg.
After a bit of tweaking I discovered that if I entered feet first and folded the leg inside the pocket it would be tight but more feasible than snucking inside knee first.
To achieve that I created a foot pocket to accommodate fingers and such.
This was a huge step forward. In this configuration I had solved the problem.
The first time I tested this prototype, it was snug yet comfortable. And I was able to button the trousers all the way up.
The feeling was incredible, and I started to put them on while I was working or studying to get accustomed to them. During this time I found that it was so nice and easy that I forgot I was not able to use my feet in that. I was reading a book on my bed, wearing those pants and I was so caught up in this that as I heard a noise I moved out of the bed, just to crush on the floor unable to stand up.
The second part of the suit was way trickier. I dismantled the other trousers and with the pieces first I created a sort of a leotard. It was designed like this because in the meantime I was working on a customer request of a straight leotard, a swimsuit with arms and those arms were stuck on the side. That was really fun try on, but I employed Clarice with that task. As I managed to perfect the torso part, I moved to the arm pockets. Actually I had to work separately on each one, because I could fix one to the torso and then tweak it with the other arm. I found the same problem that I had with legs, and I resolved it in the same fashion, I would have to fold my arms inside the pockets. Snug but comfortable.
As I perfected the left pocket, I just had to copy that for the right. It was good. Then I tried that along with the leg part. First I put the suit legs, then I wore the swimsuit on top of it.
This was a flawed design, in a lot of ways. The crotch part was messed up, and also there was something absolutely off. The swimsuit was so high that some skin was shown between pants and openings. That was a bummer, and I had to return to the drawing table.
Long story short, I decided to connect the swimsuit part with the leg part.
This forced me to actually break down what I had done so far to build it back.
So I proceeded to connect the torso part to the trousers, then I closed the front zip, and opened the back for a rear entry.
It took me ten days, since I had something for a client to do. I modelled the suit and trimmed whatever details I found.
For a customer I had made a hood, starting from a model that I got from my own head. This was tricky, but I used a technique I learned from the web.
First I used some plastic wrap on my head, then I proceeded to duct tape the whole thing, first using a mirror, then using my fingers to cover everything, leaving just a couple of holes for my nostrils. Then I used a rounded scissors to cut the mold.
In this way I had the paper model, that I could draw on leather.
I had decided that it was to be done in black kid leather. I had found an internet supplier, that I had used in the past and I could afford a decent amount of leather, for a fair price.