The Suit

Molly and Stephen and their story-telling were introduced in "The Professor series," but they continued to write stories and share them with one another. Molly's stories will appear in the BDSM category, while Stephen's better fit into Romance. Molly's tale of Annie and Joseph began in The Professor Day 10.

"Tell me more about Joseph and Annie," Stephen asked. "How are they getting along?"

"Splendidly. Let me tell you about her suit."

"As in lawsuit?"

"No."

"OK, my Sweet."

"Not suite. Suit."

"Whatever suits you."

"You're horrible. Do you want the story or not?"

"Please, tell me."

The Suit

Joseph gently woke Annie. She smelled coffee and her eyes opened. "Mmmm." She looked around and it took a moment to remember where she was. Annie and Joseph had borrowed a primitive cabin from a friend for a weekend getaway. It sounded great, but perhaps it was a bit too primitive. Electricity and running water, yes, but also mold and animal noises in the walls.

"Muffins on the table." He was already dressed. She slid out of bed wearing nothing and reached for the warm mug.

"Hot coffee and a hot shower in the morning. What could be better?" She turned on the water and grabbed the shampoo. "See you in a moment." Joseph smiled. He knew she took long showers and counted on that for what he had planned.

Twenty minutes later she turned off the water and reached for a towel. It wasn't on the hook. "Joseph!" He didn't answer. She stepped out of the shower and into the bathroom. There were no bath towels, just a couple of wash clothes. She mopped herself off the best she could and looked into the cabin. Joseph apparently had stepped out. At least there was a hair dryer. She warmed herself up with the hot air, then brushed and dried her long brown hair.

Out of the bathroom, she saw that Joseph had not come back, but there was a note on the bed. "Be ready at 10:00."

Be ready for what?

She looked around for her clothes, but he must have picked up. Her suitcase was missing, too. And his.

Is this some sort of a joke? Another one of your games?

The only possessions left were her hairbrush and a small cosmetic bag that she usually kept in her purse. The purse was missing, too.

So here I sit with no clothes. Duh. That is what he wants.

She finished the coffee and looked at the clock. 9:55.

Five minutes later there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?" she called.

"Taxi. Mr. Mountjoy sent me."

Mountjoy?

That was the name Joseph used when they were role playing. She had given that name to his cock in the early days of their relationship. "Just a minute." She wrapped herself in a bedsheet and went to the door. Fastening the chain, she opened it a crack. "Is there a message?"

"Just that I am to drive you into town. He gave me very explicit instructions and we have no time to waste. He said for you to pack and bring everything."

I have no clothes and nothing to pack. But if Master is using his codename, I have to obey.

"One moment, please." She closed the door. "Everything" would fit in one hand. She thought quickly and realized the sheet was her only option. She draped it around herself and tried to tuck in the end so it would not fall off.

No shoes. Of course.

"Where are we going?" She tried to seat herself in the back of the taxi as though everything were normal. She could see the driver trying to suppress a smile.

"I just have an address on Third St." He handed her a card with Joseph's handwriting and started the engine.

The drive was awkward, to say the least. This was not a time for relaxed small talk. After half an hour, he parked on the street in a small town. She could see several bars and clubs on the block, closed at this hour. The driver got out and came around to open her door. "253 Third Street right here." He pointed to a storefront.

She got out tentatively, looking out for broken glass under her bare feet. "You're sure?"

"Those are my instructions."

She started walking toward the door. "Why are you following me?"

He told me to go in and wait for you until you were done. Then I am to take you to the next destination."

The address was a lingerie boutique.

Perhaps Joseph is going to send me around to different stores like a scavenger hunt until I have a new outfit. How typical. I'll have to go along with it.

Past the frilly underwear in the window were some nicer clothes. Toward the back were items of more unusual taste. She rolled her eyes. A woman approached - apparently the manager. She did not acknowledge her near naked state.

"Annie Mountjoy? We've been expecting you. This way please." They went to the back of the store to a clear space in front of the dressing rooms. "Allie!" A younger salesgirl appeared. "Please assist Ms. Mountjoy. We need to take her measurements."

Allie ran for a tape measure and notepad.

"Please remove your, uh, sheet."

"But . . ."

"There is not enough room in the changing area."

Joseph set me up.

She dropped the sheet and stood naked except for her steel collar in front of the two clerks, her back to the rest of the store. She sensed the taxi driver lurking in the background, watching. The manager began taking measurements, very slowly, all over her body and reading them off to Allie who was writing them down and reading them back. Annie realized she had gone through this before a few months ago when Joseph was buying her some new clothes. He already had the measurements - this must be for his amusement. She began looking around the store to see where he was hiding. She didn't see Joseph, but now there were a few more customers pretending not to watch from behind the displays. Two women pushed past her into the dressing rooms.

After ten minutes - it seemed like an eternity - the manager finished and asked Allie to see what they had in Annie's size. Allie carried off the bedsheet. "Please wait here," the manager said, leaving Annie alone on the sales floor.

A few minutes later, the manager returned with three swatches of shiny fabric. "Would you prefer black, blue, or red?"

Black, blue, or red what?

"Black, please." That seemed to be Joseph's tendency. If he set this up, she was going to please him.

Several more minutes passed before Allie returned with a dress box. She set it on the floor and opened it, then lifted out the garment. Annie took it in her hands. It was a rubber catsuit. She had never worn latex before. Her irritation was mixed with curiosity. "How do I put this on?"

Allie shower her the two zippers. One ran from the small of the back to the neckline. The other began in back just below the waist and ran under the crotch to the waist in front. She opened them both and advised Annie to step into it through the neck.

This was not a trivial process. The latex was thin and designed to stretch. She had to sit down and work it carefully up each leg. It took additional pulling to get it over her hips. Next came the arms. Allie helped tug it behind her back so she could zip it up. Last came the crotch zipper. When she was done, Annie looked at herself in the mirror. She was totally encased in shiny black latex. It clung to every curve of her arms and legs. Was it her imagination, or could she make out her navel and nipples under it? It had a high neck that tucked under her collar; otherwise only her hands and feet were free. She carefully moved her arms and legs to test the resistance as the rubber stretched. The feel was amazing. The smallness of her waist and swell of her hips seemed exaggerated, and the smooth thighs and calves were perfect. Her breasts were lifted up and held in black spheres. She felt sexier than she had ever been, and protected at the same time. Then she looked up and blushed. At least six people besides the staff had been watching her dress herself.

The manger returned. "It looks like a good fit. Turn around. . . . But it is pulled tight here." She pressed on the small of Annie's back to show how the latex was stretched away from the skin. "We can fix that." She spoke to Allie who picked up the measurements and disappeared into the store. She returned with a several items. "Mr. Mountjoy selected these as optional accessories." The first was a black leather corset. "This will improve the fit at the waist."

I'll bet it will

, Annie thought as she held out her arms.

Together the manager and Allie placed it around Annie's waist and began to tighten the laces. Her waist grew smaller and smaller. Annie had worn a corset before, but never had she surrendered herself to strangers this completely. When she felt she could no longer breathe, they stopped. The manager told her to turn around and smoothed out some creases.

"Allie, what size are her feet?" Allie checked the notes. "Get her some boots."

"Yes, ma'am."

"You will want to sit down for this. Bring us a chair."

Annie felt the resistance of the rubber and the pressure of the corset as she eased herself onto the edge of the seat. The manager herself lifted her right foot from the ground slid a knee-high lace-up boot over it and began to tighten the laces. high-heeled boot perfectly outlined the curve of her slim ankles.

A few moments later, the salesladies had competed the lacing of both boots. They helped her to her feet and she took a few steps.

"What else?" she asked suspiciously, and again scanned the store for any sign of Joseph.

"Mr. Mountjoy wasn't sure whether you would want a skirt."

"Was that his ideas or yours?"

"It was my suggestion."

"Then no thanks."

"Are you interested in gloves? We have leather or latex."

"I'll pass. Unless Mr. Mountjoy requested it."

"He said it was up to you. And then there was the question of a mask."

"A mask?"

Allie held up a black mask with holes for the eyes and mouth.

Annie understood the mask would render her anonymous and make it easier to ignore eye contact and reactions from bystanders, but she declined.

If this is the way Joseph wants me to look, so be it.

"Now let's see the completed outfit."

Annie stood and turned around. Someone in the store applauded. She dared not take a bow.

"Everything is already paid for," said the manager. You are free to go.

She began walking toward the exit feeling taller than anyone else in the store in her heels, and certainly more conspicuous. The taxi driver followed and held the door open as she climbed into the back seat. "Where to now?" she asked.

The driver consulted his written notes. "The Black Walnut Lounge."

"What is that?"

He didn't answer and she didn't care enough to repeat the question. She would find out soon enough.

The taxi left the town and drove into the country on an old highway. About noon, the cab stopped in front of a fancy resort. The building was over a century old, but had lost none of its grandeur. A bellboy rushed to open the door and the driver helped her out and up to the door. "Please escort the lady to the Black Walnut Lounge." The expression of the bellboy and everyone else she passed was exactly what she expected and deserved. Nonetheless, she was determined not to let herself feel out of place. That is only a state of mind, she told herself. Her self-control and sense of elegance wavered at the door of the lounge. She was looking into a fine dining room with white table cloths and china. Although this was a vacation area, the guests were mostly dressed in business suits and nice dresses.

The

maître di

approached with a disapproving expression. "May I help you?"

"I am looking for Mr. Mountjoy."

The sneer disappeared immediately and he led her to a table for two in the middle of the room. Joseph's look of satisfaction was worth all the humiliation of the morning. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Nor could any man in the room.

Typically, Joseph covered his emotions to pretend there was nothing out of the ordinary. "I was told this was a good place for lunch."

Annie was learning. "So it appears. Such a rare find."

"I do hope you didn't leave anything behind in the cabin. I have booked us a room upstairs for the rest of our vacation."

"Now don't get any ideas," Molly cautioned.

"But you give me such lovely ones."

"Keep them in your dreams."