Bound Forever
Waking before Jennifer, I dressed and woke her with a kiss. Explaining that I had to get going, I told her I would think about her problem and give a call later.
"OK" she mumbled "Before you go, would you like go to dinner with me tonight? My treat. Someplace fancy maybe, I wanna dress up, feel pretty. Maybe dance after?" she said between yawning and stretching.
"That sounds nice. Talk to you later." and then I left. All the way home home I thought about her "problem" and how I could fix it. Seeing as she was not taking calls from "Daniel" it was going to have to start there but how was I supposed to convince her to call him, er me?
Getting home I stripped off my clothes, corset, make-up etc and just lounged a bit as Daniel. It felt good to take a shower and just be myself for a time. If I could have willed Jennifer to call me by thought alone, the phone would have fallen off the wall and be crawling its way across the floor by now. Instead I sat there on my couch and looked around my pristine cleaned apartment. Everything, except the remote control in my hand, was put away where it "lived". The sink was empty because the dishes were already washed, dried and put away the night before. Everything had been dusted, even the TV and baseboards. My apartment had NEVER been clean like this.
I began to evaluate Danielle, was she a blessing or a curse? Was this why the little Chinese lady was so angry about the corset being sold? The confusion that it created in someones life. Did she know someone who had used it? I looked at the corset sitting in its box next to me. It was all so extraordinary. While my motivation for buying it seemed sound at the time, my actions since discovering its powers were quite dubious. 'Am I losing myself?' I thought looking around my apartment. If I didn't NEED "Danielle" to save my relationship with Jennifer I would have closed the lid on that box. I would have put it as far up and away in my closet to rid my temptation and also to keep everyone else in the world safe from its powers. 'But you DO need it' I thought to myself "Now I need to decide HOW I am going to use you" I said aloud to the corset.
Lost in my thoughts I was shaken back to reality when Danielle's phone buzzed. I was not surprised to see it was a text from Jennifer. "Thx 4 last night. C U L8R. :-D"
SIGH! God, Now what. Going to my closet I perused my clothes. I already knew there was nothing in there for a "nice night out" but I had to check anyway. Texting Jen back that I didn't have a nice dress for the occasion simply resulted in it becoming an ALL DAY event. Not knowing if I was going to make it home that night I tossed some items into an "overnight" bag. As a last minute addition I tossed in my new little purple friend, just in case.
Sighing again I put on the corset, more reluctantly than at any point since discovering its power. I went with a lighter touch for my makeup. My outfit, except for a more dressy low cut blouse, was the same as the night before. Dabbing a little perfume on my pulse points, putting in my earrings, and a necklace that fell just inside my cleavage I was ready to go.
I met Jennifer at the Galleria and she looked fantastic. Like me she was wearing nice jeans and high heels. On top she had on a crocheted sweater with large holes over a cream colored cami that revealed her lovely cleavage without putting it on display.
"You ready?" she asked.
"Definitely!" I replied as we hugged "Lets do this!" I said, smiling as we walked into the mall arm in arm.
First stop was the shoe store. I was actually kind of hoping to see Luke working but apparently it was his day off. With Jen's help I picked a Red patent stiletto pump with a hidden 2" platform and a 6" heel. They were the epitome of "fuck me pumps." I don't know what draws me to the ultra high platform heels but I definitely was starting to notice a trend
We went to several stores before we found a sexy dress that worked with my corset. What I ended up getting was a classic little black dress, sleeveless with a high collar. The fact that it didn't show any cleavage at all actually seemed to emphasize my large breasts even more. It had a very classic cut with the skirt flaring out from my whittled down waist. It was very feminine and demure in all respects except one, it was VERY short, not even hitting me mid thigh. "Well it looks like stockings are off the menu tonight." I said teasingly to Jen.
"That's not a bad thing. Your legs are dangerous enough by themselves, in that dress they would be deadly." she said winking "Hey lets get a mani/pedi. My treat!" Jen offered.
I reluctantly agreed as long as she would use the coupon I had gotten from Luke the week before. That was the first time I had ever had that much attention paid to my hands and feet. It was SO relaxing and I began to understand why women enjoyed them so much. I decided on a french tip for my toe nails and a dark, almost black, plum for my fingernails. Guess I would have to go with the "smokey" eyed look tonight.
Last step before we left was to get my hair cut. I asked for something that would maintain what little length I had because I wanted to start growing it out. I was very impressed with what the Beautician was able to come up with. It parted to the side like I normally wore it except that the length was faded in instead of being cut off. It was a good transition and a lot more girly than before. In the meantime, with some "product", I shouldn't have any trouble making it work for Daniel as well. And the best part, it was easy.
"Wow!" Jen said seeing my new hair do "Oh my God, I can't wait for tonight!"
Like I thought, I didn't have a chance to get home so I was glad that I had grabbed my overnight bag. Jennifer and I each had a glass of wine while we were getting ready. She was getting ready in her bedroom because she wanted her outfit to be a surprise. Getting myself ready in the master bathroom I slipped out of my heels and pulled my pants off. I could not get over how much more form fitting woman's jeans were or how much I enjoyed that tightness. Standing there looking in the mirror at myself I wondered again briefly if I was doing the right thing. Was Danielle actually going to be able to help me save my relationship with Jennifer, or was this just an excuse to continue living this double life?
Slipping out of my bra and panties I pulled a different, bright red, set out of my bag. It was because of the bra and panties that I had actually decided on the shoes, I like that they matched. The bra was one of those "ultra" push-up bras that is supposed to add 2 cup sizes while the panties were the barest of g-string. They were so small in fact that if I had shaved my pussy into a California strip, the hairs would have been on display. Stepping into my dress I pulled it over the corset and breasts before settling it on my shoulders. Reaching back I zipped it up. It hugged every enhanced curve on my body and showed them all off to maximum effect. Except of course for my legs which were being put on display. Examining myself in the mirror I was satisfied that everything was in place. With a smile on my face, I slipped my painted toes into the bright red "Fuck me" pumps.
"You OK in there? You need a hand?" I called out to Jen, grabbing my glass of wine.
"Nope! On my way out." I heard from behind the closed door.
As she came out of her bedroom I could tell immediately I was having a bad influence on her. She had on a black mid-thigh pleated skirt, some black patent peep toe pumps and back-seam hose that I had to assume were stockings. On top she was wearing the purple corset I had bought for her from Frederick's.
"Jen, Jen, Jen! Look at you! If you keep this up I am going to have to limit our time together." I teased.
She turned this way and that showing off her outfit from every angle before giving me a quick turn, in her high heels, that tossed her hair about and raised the hem of her skirt revealing the welt. The garter straps were taught against her skin before they attached to the stockings. With her quick turn I could even see the matching purple g-string panties that went with the corset.
"I FEEL so amazing and sexy right now." she said blushing "Thank you SO much Danielle."
"I didn't do anything." I protested as I rubbed baby oil up my legs.
"But you did. You showed me that I can dress however I want and that I should not be afraid of dressing sexy or even risque. As long as I am OK with it I have that power." She smiled "Could you tighten the corset a bit more. I was just trying to keep it from falling off." she said as she pulled her hair up and turned.
"No sister, the REAL power comes later when you see how gaga it makes men." I said as I began carefully tightening the laces, so as not to bend the cheap plastic boning. "We may need to look into getting you a REAL corset. This bedroom corset is pretty but you can do so much more with one that is custom."
"I would love that! Will you help me find one." she said, her back still turned.
"I would love too." I said, tying off the laces and kissing her bare shoulder.
Jennifer turned her head and our lips met again. She turned toward me and I could see the results of tightening the laces as her breasts practically spilled over the top of her corset. She leaned in for another kiss, there was less hesitation each time and more passion in each, and our tongues reached out to each other in the space between as our kissing continued. With our bodies pressed up against each other I finally broke the kiss. "Mmm! If we keep this up we'll never make it to the restaurant let alone dancing."
"OK fine." she said sticking her tongue out at me. "Party pooper."
"Oh, I am all about the party. Speaking of which" I said recalling the twirl she did to display her stockings. "When you wear stockings with a garter belt, you should always put your panties on last." I said winking.
Her eyes widened slightly as her hands went to cover her garter straps. After we fixed her garter straps we headed to the restaurant.
Jennifer really wanted a nice night and had picked a pretty swanky restaurant downtown. Even though it was a nice place we were easily the best dressed people there. It was still early when we finished eating so we took a seat at the bar before finding a club to go dancing. Sitting at the bar we faced each other, talking. Jen started telling me more about what she did at work and how she liked it. I listened intently as she told me some of the office drama and about some of her co-workers. I really started paying attention when I realized not all of it was stuff I already knew. She also confided that she didn't really have any girl friends and had not for years. Having been with her as long as I had I knew that she had a hard time making new friends but I had no idea that she had no one that she considered a friend. No one she thought she could trust. She sat here on the stool with her leg crossed at the knee her stocking clad leg resting against me as she told me her story. I sat with my leg crossed much higher on my thigh, sipping my Cosmo, the corset forcing my back straight up.
I had known Jennifer for over a year and a half and I was learning new things about her, her thoughts and feelings, her hopes for the future, a brief shadow of grief crossed her face the one time the conversation turned to me, er well Daniel that is. She was opening up to me and my heart bled for her. I had no idea how fragile she was, how tender or how much anguish I has caused.
