Mandy walked over.Mandy walked over. "Here, you'll need this." She handed Flora a hospital-size tube of KY jelly. Flora lubricated the dildo, the butt-plug and herself and moved as if to put it on. "No," interrupted Mandy, "do all of the inside and coat yourself, too... thoroughly." Flora obeyed, spreading the slimey goo liberally over the inside of the corselet, and then all over herself. When her torso was completely coated in the glistening goo, she stepped into the garment and started pulling it on. With both her hands and the rubber covered with lubricant, it took several tries to get the dildo in, while Mandy unhelpfully stood by, watching with a most unhelpful and predatory smile on her face. The rubber dong seemed to be pushing into her stomach when she got it fully seated. It took even longer for the butt plug, to allow her rear to relax, and she was panting with arousal before it was over. She gasped as it slid home, and her sphincter closed over the constriction. Mandy still stood silently watching, neither helping nor criticizing. Next Flora slipped her hands through the arm-holes, and her breasts slithered into place. Her nipples hardened further at the first caresses of the ribbed rubber cups. She had to struggle to get the front busk closed, even though the back laces were loostened completely. She sent imploring looks at Mandy, which were ignored. Finally, she got the last fastener hooked and she relaxed slightly, her torso slipping around a little inside her steel and rubber prison. The next thing Mandy handed her was a pair of thigh length boots, made from very shiny patent leather. They had six inch spike heels, and they laced from toe to hip. She sat down on the bed and put them on. Even un-laced, the corselet was so unyielding she had a hard time bending over to lace the boots. The only thing that made it possible at all was that the boning ended just over the hips, allowing her to bend at the hips slightly, although she had to keep her back very straight, or the compression against her belly would make it impossible to breathe. Eventually, however, the boots were laced to Mandy's satisfaction, which meant very tightly, and without wrinkles. Flora stood up and walked about a bit, unsteadily, but successfully. She had gotten a lot of practice at walking in very high heels, over the last several years. |