Thanks for the encouragement, everyone. I'll try to put up a few chapters between now and September, summer permitting.
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Chloe looked at herself in the mirror apprehensively. Shoulders pressed back further than her usual norm under Arthur's chains.
"You can always have a better posture, Chloe. I tried with the chains, but this isn't enough. I want you looking your best tonight for Mr. Aranowsky."
He was talking about her top. It was a little scrap of beautiful white lace with a gold trim. Arthur certainly took his time on it, but it was only three inches wide, and backless. Actually, it only covered her front and it wasn't even attached to her torso. It was a single ribbon that stretched over the middle of her breasts, then wrapped around the tops of her arms to hold itself up. And that was it. If she moved her arms forward, she'd flash everyone. The only way to stay covered was to keep her shoulders pressed back so the ribbon pressed against her breasts, and the pressing made her nipples poke firmly against the lace. In the mirror, she could see how her rings reflected underneath and her nubs showed through in a deep rosy pink; Arthur had insisted on rouging them up to enhance their color. She would be restrained all night. Voluntarily restrained, but limited in movement all the same.
Arthur had continued the theme below. A three inch ribbon of the same lace stretched below her hips, with the bottom just covering her vulva and the top sitting well under her little tuft of pubic hair. Her clit chains hung completely exposed beneath it. The strip rose around her back to cover the center of her ass. Thoughtfully, Arthur had made it tight on the top and loose on the bottom so that it wouldn't ride up, but the slightest move flashed her pussy. From behind it was worse, or better she thought with a smile. Why was it so much funner to be so slutty? The bulge of her pussy was on display from behind in the gap between her upper thighs and just below the firm globes of her ass even when she kept her legs closed. Chloe had carefully adjusted the fabric to cover up the plug that bulged out of her asshole, but Arthur had silently edged the skirt back up, high enough to let the bulb glare out underneath.
The old Greek had been fascinated by the thing and had insisted on getting in touch with Mark to talk about it. Chloe dreaded to think what unholy sex toy would come out of the union of their two minds but she had caved and given the old man Mark's number.
The third item were the shoes. This time, they had no heels but that didn't mean she wasn't standing on her toes. The shoes were white, like the rest of her outfit, and they were closed all the way up to her ankles. Thankfully they had a pretty low platform - just an inch, but they boosted her height seven. Heelless high heels. Arthur had also made them heavy. If anything, heavier than the five pound shoes he had given her las time. He was certainly a stickler for posture. Whatever that meant.
To match them with her "top" and "skirt", he had wrapped the same lace around them, making them look like frilly socks going straight into the ground. Last there was her hair and face. Arthur had gone for a white and pink them with white eye shadow and lipstick and pink accents. He had bound her hair in a wide white lace wrap around the base with her hair, now curled and sprayed, fountaining out above it like a bouquet. Arthur had taken some time with the do and Chloe had never seen her hair quite so massive.
"Okay my little slutty girl, you are ready for your big date. And tomorrow you have another big date with your Mr. Stevens, correct?" Chloe nodded. "Tell you what, I'm going to do a big favor for you. You have to see this Mark tomorrow to give him back your butt toy, and you have to go to the park very early. You're going to be very busy and you're going to be very tired after this date. I'm going to put your clothes for tomorrow in your house so you don't have to come here. There is one other thing I want to make clear now, though, about our deal."
Chloe looked at him attentively. The old man's tone had gotten serious. "I am making your dating clothing now and I am making your office clothing. I am happy for this new arrangement, but there is one condition."
She was apprehensive. Arthur's conditions were significant. That's how she'd gotten herself all pierced and chained up. Arthur took her by the shoulders and looked up into her eyes. She was just a little taller than him in her big shoes.
"If I make you clothing like this, this is a different deal," Arthur paused to add emphasis. "I will only agree to continue making you clothing only if you agree to only wear my clothing. To be clear, the clothing I make you will be your only clothing. Do you understand?"
Chloe thought about it. She was already spending all her time wearing what Arthur gave her anyway, and she couldn't afford to dress the way she needed to without the old Greek's free help. Not much choice, she thought. She nodded.
"That's settled then. Now give me your key and go. You don't want to keep Mr. Aranowsky waiting and I have to leave to meet someone."
"How will I get it back to get in?"
"I'll leave it some place where you can find, maybe under a rock or something, now go!"
Arthur wasn't asking. She obediently gave him her key and left, holding the matching lace clutch purse tightly.
She looked at her phone. It was only 7. What was she going to do for the next hour and a half? She walked over to the spot Steve - Mr. Aranowsky - had accosted her the day before. It was a light commercial and business area and there was a significant amount of traffic. Rush hour. And she was standing pretty much naked for everyone to gawk at. She couldn't put her hands in front of her to cover up because it would leave her tits exposed, and there was still quite a bit of light out. In the store, she had been able to make out some of the color of her nipples under her top, in the sunlight, the were even more visible and the silver rings glittered even in her peripheral vision. She couldn't decide if she should turn her back to the traffic or face it. Either was she would be exposed. She fidgeted in her high, no-heel shoes and pressed her legs together. Cars honked and slowed down.
A police car pulled up. It slowed by the curb in front of her and two cops got out. The thin one came out of the driver's side, eyeing her up and down. His burly partner followed.
"Miss, we have to ask you what you're doing standing around like that. I'm reluctant to make the obvious assumption, since it's not an issue we face around here, but you're making it very difficult."
Chloe went pale. There was no way they wouldn't think she was a prostitute. "I'm just meeting someone. He's supposed to pick me up but he's very late."
