" I selected a couple of items from my dresser, and we went back into the living room." I selected a couple of items from my dresser, and we went back into the living room. I removed the gag holder from the crotch strap, and rerouted the damp leather strap through the rings on the backs of her thigh straps in the hopes that it would pull a bit into her every time she took a step (or sat down). I then gave her a pair of loose blue jeans. Fairly new, they would press against her as she moved without revealing what was under them. As she sat and pulled on her socks and jogging shoes, I could see her squirm a bit and knew that I had the strap in the right place. I then helped her into a special bra. The bra was a hand-crafted masterpiece, if Ana did say so herself. Made from knotted thongs (a la macrame, a terribly underestimated hobby), it was more like a fishnet but fit perfectly. Perfectly for the purpose, that is - it was (quite deliberately) made almost a size too small. Her breasts protruded a bit between the thin straps - she said it made them very sensitive. It had taken a whole night to make, and Ana didn't complain a bit about being tied to a bar stool with her hands stretched to a ring in the ceiling during the all-night "fitting" session (but, that's another story - we made a number of toys that weekend). A pair of rubber bands on her nipples completed the arrangement. By the time I was through, she was ready to go at it again. She looked quite excited as she pulled on the loose wool fisherman's sweater and adjusted it to cover her wrist cuffs. |