Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.
Disclaimer: There are aspects of this tale that are improbable, or even impossible. I hope that the reader can ignore those creative fictions in favor of simply enjoying the story.
Synopsis: Marla designs exotic and erotic fashions, with Kelly's able assistance.
Opposites do attract. Marla and Kelly met in college and in so many ways they were opposites, yet they fell in love. Marla was intelligent, aggressive, energetic and creative, and she focused on fashion design. Even in college she had already started making a name for herself. Kelly was quiet, intelligent and businesslike and had a great mind for numbers and statistics. As a loving couple, it was also clear that they were complimentary opposites. Marla was sexually dominant, while Kelly was passive, and that worked for them.
And to further prove the point. Kelly had the body of a model, while Marla had the looks of one.
Marla, the fashion designer, was really into alternate textures. Cotton, and silk were boring, as were the chemical-based fabrics. She focused on edgy and sexy designs using, of course, edgy and sexy materials to match her design sense. She even added coursework in materials science to her curriculum to further expand her horizons. And as she experimented, and produced sample clothing, Kelly, with her luscious, size 4 body, was her perfect model.
It was a fun game for the both of them. And all too often they wound up with half-made clothes strewn around, while they made love, naked in their bed.
Upon graduation they, very deliberately, went into business together. Why not? They already lived together, why shouldn't they work together, and with Kelly's business sense, and Marla's design sense, they were confident they possessed all of the key ingredients for success.
And it quickly began to look like they were right.
Starting small they actually made it work; and work well.
Marla's first big success came with a series of dresses, footwear and even lingerie designs all in leather, or at least with major components in that sensuous material. All of the items were made of a new, ultra-thin natural leather material, developed in India, that Marla had searched for, and found. They became a huge hit as the products were comfortable, light-weight and very sexy.
Almost from the very beginning, the fashionistas declared Marla's designs to be, 'a new and exciting change', and orders began to flow in. Kelly had to scramble to grow their operation to meet demand, and as soon as she did, the cash started to flow in as fast as the orders were fulfilled.
It was astonishing and wonderfully exciting, and the two of them had a fantastic time making it all work.
Kelly soon became an expert at finding overseas companies capable of producing the items of clothing Marla designed. She was constantly on the phone or flying to far-off locals to work out manufacturing, packaging or distribution deals. But her talents and skills allowed her to pull it off, while she slowly built the companies' infrastructure.
After the first year, she had assembled an impressive team and a collection of suppliers, capable of delivering what they and the customers demanded.
When she wasn't engaged in managing the business, Kelly continued to perform as Marla's number one model. She actually enjoyed it, as working with her lover, and posing on the design floor, were a welcome break from her madcap management tasks.
And Marla loved her for it. "You're my inspiration. My muse. I couldn't do this without you." She gushed late one day as they fooled around in Marla's private studio after one such session.
"Oh, you have several models you can use for these sessions. You do use them when I'm not around."
"I know. But it's not the same. Never as successful or fulfilling." And after a passionate kiss, "and not as much fun," Marla said, giggling.
Under Marla's demands, and with Kelly's acquiescence, the tradition grew and became a company standard. When Marla settled on a design, Kelly was always the first one to wear the original sample, just prior to production. She would parade around the office, showing the staff, and anyone else around, how it looked and describing how it felt. She'd also critique the feel and identify any last-minute issues in need of adjustment or correction.
Everyone enjoyed those days. They created almost a party atmosphere, coupled with a sense of accomplishment, for the entire organization.
It didn't hurt that Kelly had the perfect body for it. And she always looked fantastic in anything Marla produced.
There were times, though when Kelly resented the practice. The interruptions occurred every few days, as Marla worked in a frenzy to create the designs and have her special little team of assistants and seamstresses produce the initial test version of the garment.
Of course, Kelly's own work suffered, but regardless she enjoyed it. Being fussed over like a real fashion model, and then being paraded around the entire office with great fanfare was fun.
Whenever she tried to beg off, as she was so busy trying to meet demand and oversee the whole damn company, Marla put her foot down and demanded she drop everything and stick with the program. Kelly was never able to successfully resist. It had always been that way, the way their relationship worked, and Kelly imagined it always would.
So, all too often she found herself outfitted in Marla's latest design, parading around the office, looking beautiful and sexy, while being examined and questioned by the design team.
And, as might be expected, it wasn't all happiness and roses. The two of them periodically fought over the sometimes-conflicting considerations of creativity and design versus business and finances. Marla usually won those debates, too. She remained the more dominant one of the pair, and happily enough she was usually correct.
But it worked for them, and for the company, too.
Each night they arrived home, exhausted and enthused, and their love-making sessions were joyous and as much fun as their work sessions.
On several occasions, after having worn a new outfit or pair of boots, or some such, Marla made Kelly wear the item home, and it became a part of their evenings and even sometimes their nights.
Marla would giggle and hug her lover and mumble something like, "we have to test out all aspects of this dress, including how well it will work in bed."
And they almost always did work quite well.
Over time, Kelly learned to enjoy the feel of the leather, like so many of their customers apparently did. And with Marla's help and insistence, her wardrobe of leather goods grew until she was wearing leather skirts and dresses, along with Marla's high heeled shoes and boots, almost every day.
As Marla filled out the entire line, with dresses, skirts, pants, shoes and boots, and finally underthings, she began introducing edgier items, things designed specifically for the bedroom, or the dungeon. Kelly was only a bit surprised when corsets, straps, cuffs, collars and even masks and hoods began showing up. She had learned in the bedroom how kinky her lover could be.
