Chapter 2 "You seem to know a lot about dressing for pleasure," replied Jason, "That is, most people don't even know it exists, and even less would be brave enough to do it in public.Chapter 2 "You seem to know a lot about dressing for pleasure," replied Jason, "That is, most people don't even know it exists, and even less would be brave enough to do it in public." "What do you mean brave enough?" retorted the woman who called herself `Mistress Mayhem', "Rubber and leather, plastic... they're just materials, like rayon or polyester, with ah, more taste perhaps- you see women wearing shiny plastic raincoats all the time, and leather has been high fashion for years." "Your problem is, you have this guilt trip because some people may think it's kinky or wierd to wear clothes made of rubber. So what does it mean to be kinky - to be different? What's wrong with being different? Do you want to be just another sheep in the herd, or do you want to run your own life?" She stopped, breathing a little deeper from her tirade, and stared defiantly into Jason's eyes. He tried to ignore the delightful things happening under her jacket as a result of her heavy breathing. "I don't know," he sighed, "I never seem to think these things through. Sometimes I think I need someone to run my life for me." She raised an eyebrow at that, and looked him over again. Her expression was odd, as if she were looking for some specific thing that might be hidden somewhere on his person. Jason took the opportunity to look her over in turn. He saw that what he had mistaken in the dim lighting for a tight jacket, was in fact, a severe looking leather corset - he could see the heavy boning within the material. It was an amazing piece of engineering. It looked like a jacket because it had a bustier built in to the chest portion with deep-drawn, form fitting cups, which jutted nearly straight out, showing ample cleavage. |