Marie and Nancy had arranged to take several days off from work after being fitted with their corsets. This was to allow for Mary's suggested settling in period. Mary had said that wearing the new leather continuously for 36 hours would improve its long term fit. Marie suspected the real purpose was psychological. It was to play with the wearer's mind so she'd better accept her role as a corseted submissive. While this sounded chauvinistic, Marie was fine with it; she was relishing all that her new corset meant to her life. She couldn't wait for Paul to tight lace the corset for the first time. She was even looking forward to enduring the chastity panel.
They'd had some great sex on Saturday afternoon and then walked for an hour through the local mall. Mary had suggested the walk as one of the most comfortable activities that would help break in the stiff leather. Again, Marie thought the walk was also a psychological tool. The corsets caused them to stand straighter than usual which seemed to make their stride just a little sexier. Their breasts were raised by the pressure of the corsets. With no bra to contain them, their DDs swayed under their blouses with every step. Even though technically not visible, Marie felt as if she was flaunting her tits to everyone nearby. She was sure Nancy had a similar feeling. It was obvious that men were leering at their chests as they passed. Marie was also aroused by the fabric of her blouse rubbing on her nipples and suspected Nancy was having a similar experience.
After their walk they returned to Paul and Nancy's condo. Paul told Marie and Nancy to remove their outside clothes. He directed the women to sit down and said, "I have some basics to outline for you. I love your corsets. Your breasts look fantastic and the corsets display each of your bodies beautifully. I expect you'll be wearing them rather regularly. In general, I agree with everything Mary said about the significance of your wearing the corsets. At the risk of sounding corny, you might each think of your corset as a very large slave collar that marks you as mine and means that you submit to my making all decisions about your body and our sex life. I don't think calling me 'Master' is needed and I think it's a little artificial. Your conduct is more important than a title. Of course, if your conduct isn't appropriate I might have to use the 'Master" rule as a reminder.
"You should think of your corset as an everyday garment; it'll be the exception when you're not corseted. I should clarify. When I say "'corset', I'm referring to the basic corset that ends under your bust. The top section is too much for every day. I'll address your breasts separately. You should expect to wear shoes with heels every day. The height of the heels can be lower for casual wear, long walks and for Nancy's work. Higher heels will be worn for any dressy, social or sexual setting or whenever I direct. Purchase extra shoes if necessary. We'll talk more about this tomorrow."
On Sunday morning Nancy and Mary pumped their nipples together as they had done before. This was sexual foreplay for each of them as they enjoyed touching the other's breasts and watching her nipples being stretched into the suction tubes. As in the past the pumping session was followed by playing with each other as Paul looked on. They each fondled the other's breasts and sucked on her sensitized nipples. After such tit play a few minutes of finger fucking brought Marie to orgasm and then Marie became the pleasure giver and Nancy climaxed. The corsets accentuated their breasts which drew Paul to want to join in their play but he resisted the temptation. Finally, after they had each reached orgasm Paul positioned Nancy bending over the back of a chair. He took her from behind while using her hips as sexual handles. He loved the look of his wife in black leather and told her so as he fucked her hard.
Later on Sunday Paul said he wanted to try out some of the accessory pieces that Mary had crafted for the corsets. He said, "One of you gets the crotch straps and one gets the chastity panel. Do I have a volunteer for the chastity panel?" Neither woman spoke. Paul then said, "I'm guessing I'll want you to shower tomorrow so the one getting the panel might only have it on for 24 hours. Assuming I corset you after your showers, I might fit one of you with the chastity panel for several days. Still no volunteer?" Again, both women were silent.
"Okay. I'll flip a coin. Heads means Nancy gets the panel; tails means Marie." Paul hesitated and then said, "On second thought, I'll give you both the straps and butt plugs today and perhaps both will get a few days of chastity starting Monday."
Neither woman looked pleased but each was inwardly excited by Paul's intentions.
It took 15 minutes or so to add the straps to each corset. Paul marveled at Mary's ingenious connections. Once in place the straps fit well and didn't create any obvious bulges. After studying how the straps could be adjusted, Paul loosened the front of all of the straps. He selected two similar silicon butt plugs from their toy box. Each was about 4" long and 1 Β½" in diameter at its widest. He lubed each of them and set them aside. Marie and Nancy were then directed to stand next to each other and then to bend over using the back of the couch to support their upper bodies.
Starting with Nancy, Paul toyed with her ass using one lubed finger. It slipped in easily prompting a small groan from Nancy and an envious look from Marie. Marie couldn't see anything but was vicariously experiencing Nancy's preparation. As Nancy reacted to a second finger stretching her ass, her friend could almost feel it and was aroused knowing that her ass was next.
Nancy's body moved and she groaned a second time. Marie could only guess but visualized Paul's fingers stretching Nancy's ass. Her pussy moistened at the thought. About 30 seconds later Nancy moaned loudly and closed her eyes. Her whole body moved forward about 2" before settling back. Marie's pussy clenched as she visualized the butt plug pushing into Nancy's ass- stretching and filling it.
Paul remained busy behind Nancy's ass and Nancy squirmed a little. Marie deduced the straps were being tightened to hold the plug in place. Marie smiled as she recalled the shape of the plug and reasoned that no straps were really needed; its tapered throat would be quite sufficient for Nancy's sphincter to keep it in place. The straps were more psychological than physical. The power of psychology was confirmed dramatically when Marie heard the soft click of a small lock being closed below her friend's waist. The faint noise increased Marie's arousal markedly as she anticipated her own plug being locked into her ass.
The lock's click seemed to trigger a smile on Nancy's face as she opened her eyes and stared at Marie. "In a soft voice Nancy said, "Did you hear the lock? With your obsession about locks I'll bet it made you wet. It's your turn now to receive your plug and have it locked in."
Paul told Nancy to hold her position. He then moved behind Marie and after a few seconds had a lubed finger probing her ass. She was highly aroused but almost oblivious to the finger as she looked ahead to spending an indefinite time with a butt plug locked into her ass. Her past experience with butt plugs had been limited to a few minutes at a time; wearing a plug for hours or maybe a whole day with no means of removing it was going to be exciting. Her attention was snapped back to her ass as the plug was inserted with significant pain which morphed into discomfort and then into an unnatural fullness. She could feel Paul tighten the straps which pushed the plug in deeper. After a moment of anticipation, the faint but distinctive click of the lock gave Marie a great sense of satisfaction.