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.
