Those of you who have read any of my previous stories know my 'history' and what led me to the career I now enjoy. In short, my grandfather was a master craftsman in leather, and always hoped I would follow in his footsteps, but it wasn't to be, although he left me all his tools when he died. They remained stored away for quite a few years, largely forgotten. However, a chance meeting with a lady friend who told me it was difficult to find the right kind of leather harness for her interest in Fetish and BDSM, led me to offer to make something, or at least try.
Although I hadn't followed in his footsteps, he had, over the course of my childhood and teenage years passed on much of his knowledge to me, so after a few trial and error efforts with the aforementioned lady friend, who put down her ideas on paper with me following her sketches, we produced something that she was very happy with. Of course, her fittings for the 'made to measure harness,' meant, a great deal of close intimate contact with a beautiful woman, who made no secret that she found the process extremely exciting and arousing, as did I. A fact we both took full advantage of.
Now, just over a year later, thanks to her wearing and showing off her harness, and other items I made for her when she went to private fetish clubs, parties and bars, here I am with my own business, making bespoke items in leather for the Fetish/BDSM community. I started off making the occasional item for her friends, and soon I was making more money part time, than I earned in my normal 'day-job.' So, I found a small shop in a quiet, discreet back street with plenty of parking nearby, and best of all, a reasonably spacious flat 'above the shop' where I could live, and set up in business. It went from strength to strength, by word of mouth, and soon I was doing very nicely thank you.
I only catered and created for women, and since most of the women were high class and very, very horny, sometimes I got to be very, very lucky. Yes, I sold 'bought in,' fetish gear for men too, which helped me cash in on another revenue stream, but my own made to measure, exclusive items were for women only.
One day, I had just sold some bondage restraints to a gentleman who was a new customer, and as I gave him his change and receipt, he asked me why I only offered a made to measure service for women and not to men.
'Quite simple sir,' I replied, 'measuring and making these items is a very personal business, and I'm not comfortable dealing with gentlemen on such intimate terms. However if you have a wife or partner who would like me to make something for her, then you are welcome to come along with her to see the measuring process.' He seemed interested in that proposition, thanked me and left, and I thought that's the last I'd see of him.
A week or so later, a woman phoned and asked to make an appointment for a fitting, adding that her husband had been into the shop the previous week. Usually these kind of thing don't materialise or have any follow through, just a male fantasy, but occasionally they actually have a wife or partner, and this turned out to be one of them. I was surprised, but acted very blasé, as if this kind of thing happened all the time.
They arrived bang on time, and I showed them into the back room, which I pretentiously called the "Consulting Room.' He was in his fifties I estimated and judging by his voice, air of quiet confidence, and manners, very well off. She was, I estimated, in her very early forties, with a slim figure to die for, very classy, with sleek, dark, beautifully cut hair, and a face which was quite simply, beautiful. I showed them photos of various items in my sample book, harnesses and so on of the type and design that I had already made for previous customers, and eventually we whittled it down to a choice of two. She couldn't make up her mind, whereupon he suggested she have both, and she seemed delighted with his suggestion, and so to the measuring.
She seemed not the slightest bit bothered when I said that she'd need to undress at least to her lingerie for the fitting, remember what I said about, 'intimate?' She quickly unzipped her dress, let it fall of her shoulders to reveal no bra and the nicest pair of titties I'd seen for at least a week, with small dark areola and hard, brownish nipples. Not big, somewhere between a large A to small B cup, but beautifully shaped and firm looking. I complimented her on her figure, she smiled and thanked me, letting the dress fall to the floor and stepping out of it. She folded it carefully and handed it to him. She was wearing panties so small and flimsy they hardly seemed worth the bother, but on her they looked gorgeous. They were the kind of panties whose sole purpose was to be removed by, or for a partner, and she asked if she should take them off, so I told her not for this first one, but they'd have to go for the second, so she kept them on for the time being.
I measured her back and front, top and bottom, and as we proceeded her pale cheeks began to take on a light flush, and she shivered from time to time as I invariably touched her skin. She was horny, and enjoying the measuring process. She spread her legs a little to let me measure from her belly button, down, under and round to her back. As my fingers brushed lightly against the flimsy panties, she gasped and then quietly moaned with pleasure. Her husband laughed and asked if she was enjoying it, she nodded, but said nothing, blushing a little. I quietly told her not be embarrassed, she was doing just great, and I was almost finished my measurements for this one. She thanked me just as quietly, but the tension was broken, and she relaxed very much into the process, but still obviously highly turned on.
I asked if she wanted a break before we started measuring the next outfit, but she shook her head and so we went straight from the first to the second fitting, but this one was a different kettle of fish altogether. The major difference was it involved two straps passing through between her legs on either side of her labia, entirely exposing her pussy, which I could see even with her tiny panties still on, was shaved, and very smooth. When she removed the panties designed for removal, her labia were wet and open, pouting beautifully and now that the panties were off, I could see that she had the most wonderful protruding labia. A little of her natural essence had escaped the panties and was trickling in a viscous globule onto the right thigh - she was very, very wet. Now that those panties were off, she gave up pretending and moaned and gasped with every measurement I took. I was down on my knees in front of her, my body between her and her husband, so he couldn't see what was going on, but he could hear that she was out of control. Taking a chance that she'd like it, I rubbed my thumb back and forth across her prominent clitoris, and she lost it.
'Oh Charles,' she gasped at her husband sounding absolutely frantic, 'I'm going to come.' Looking down at me she spread her legs wider, legs quivering with excitement, and tilted her pelvis forward, 'offering,' her pussy to me, she pleaded, 'help me please.' I looked round at her husband, and he nodded his approval, so I slipped two fingers between those gorgeous pussy lips and licked her clitoris as she rubbed herself against my face. I don't know if it really added that much to her orgasm, she was already well on her way, but I enjoyed 'helping' her out.
Once she had calmed down a bit, we finished the measuring session, and she got dressed. He paid a generous deposit, the balance on completion, and I escorted them to the door, which was locked. I always lock the door when dealing with a client. He shook my hand as he left, and said he could see that the measuring process was indeed very intimate, and we laughed together. She thanked me and reaching up on tip toes, kissed my cheek, smiled at me and just before she turned away, winked at me conspiratorially, saying she could hardly wait to come back again. Another 'satisfied' customer I thought.
