by Jamie Knight
“Go ahead and strip,” I order.
For a moment, Britney doesn’t move to do what I say. She begins to object.
“Well, I’m going to need some privacy to do that. I can’t just…”
I march closer to her, holding out the harness.
“No. If you want to keep this harness, you are going to do as I’ve asked. Strip,” I say, this time sounding more commanding.
I hand her the harness, go to one of the couches nearby, sit and wait.
“You agreed to do this for me, Britney. Don’t disappoint me. If you do, you’ll be out of this club, and out of luck on getting to keep that precious bit of clothing.”
I lick my lips.
“I might even have to disclose all those photos you took, getting you in some further hot water.”
This is enough to motivate her. She begins to strip quickly. First, she takes off her dress, but then as she gets to her bar and underwear, her knee-high nylons and shoes, she moves more slowly and sexily, as though part of her is enjoying doing something so brash.
As I’m watching her undress, I’m getting hard. I’m intoxicated by the idea of getting to touch those perky breasts, run my hands down those small, curvy hips, spank and pinch that curvy peach of an ass.
Soon she is completely naked in front of me, and I’m eager to see that nakedness surrounded by my belts and buckles. I want it confined by my straps so that I can hang her to one of my walls like the beautiful piece of art she’s going to be for me tonight.
“Put the harness on,” I say delicately, as she grabs the pile of dark material from the ground and begins to try to figure it out.
She figures out enough of it to pile it all at her feet and then try to pull it up, but from there, it becomes difficult for her. She starts trying to put the straps every which way, getting her breasts and ass poking out from various places, but not the right places. I watch her struggle with it for a moment; I watch her face and eyes become brighter and redder from effort and frustration.
I let her struggle with it a moment more before coming to the rescue.
“Would you like me to help you dress?” I ask this as I stand up from my place on the couch and move toward her.
She nods shyly, and I quickly take my opportunity to enjoy her body for myself and feel it with my fingers.
As I slide on the harness, I take opportunities to glide my hands over every part of her body, mostly her legs and thighs, as I bring various straps up. I feel her nude hips and ass as I do the same there, lingering on various parts. I do so to untwist some of the belts, but also to make sure she’s feeling me feel her.
By the way she trembles under my touch, she does feel me exploring her and taking more liberties with her then she might have expected, but she doesn’t say anything. She just lets me continue my work, which is now around her breasts. I enjoy cupping them as I bring the straps up and around them to confine them and restrain them.
I run my hands down the length of her body one more time. Both for my benefit (I’m fucking hard, and ready to take her in her sweet pussy right now), and to make sure that the harness really is on tight and properly.
It is, and as I tell her to turn around and look at herself in the mirror, I push my cock down. It wants nothing more than to sink into her pink, shivering depths, but not yet. Not until I’ve had a bit more fun with her. Not until I’ve given her a bit of punishment, a lesson in how living, breathing fashion works.
“What do you think of the way you look?” I ask this of her, just as Britney gets an eyeful of herself wrapped in leather straps, buckles, and silver attachments.
I can tell she’s supremely uncomfortable with all the skin showing, her nipples and pussy specifically. Even from the front, you can see the edge of her mound.
“It’s too revealing to me. Just like the other one, it’s not done for anything else than showing as much skin as possible, while acting like you have something on. I would definitely cover more of this up.”
She gestures to her breasts.
“I definitely wouldn’t be showing this off either.”
She zeros in on her crotch. But she sees something I didn’t before. Her pussy is so wet her thighs are slick. Britney quickly covers herself with her hands.
“As I said before, if some woman is going to wear this, she should feel empowered, like she’s in charge of her own space, not on someone’s menu.”
She looks at herself even more critically. Something I hate and am more irritated by than before.
“It shouldn’t just be on the designer’s whims to make her looked like a trussed-up pig.”
As she says this, I can’t help myself: I take her in hand, bend her over, and spank her soundly on her ass. It jiggles in response to my attention.
As the sound of the slap fades, I see the shock and surprise on her face. I wonder if that’s going to be enough to make her hold her tongue. It usually is for other women, but no other woman has dared to critique my work in that way or talk about my artistic vision in such a way.
You really aren’t like all the rest of them, are you?
As this thought blazes through my head, I see something else on her face: blatant, unabashed desire.
Chapter Six
Britney
Oh, my God!
Kace just spanked me!
I’ve never been spanked before!
My heart’s racing from the shock and surprise, but that’s not the worst part. I actually enjoyed being spanked. I’m actually hotter and wetter because of it, but I’m also not sure why he hauled off and spanked me. I only told him what I told him before, and he didn’t seem angry about it then.
I’m so fucking weird! I enjoyed being spanked like that! Even if I’m not sure why I would let him do that again.
My mind goes blank for a minute, remembering the feel of him all over my body. The way his hands took their time gliding over my curves, savoring all my exposed bits and pieces. I know he was taking longer than he needed to.
I know he was taking his time on purpose, feeling me up for his own enjoyment, even as he was “helping” me dress. But I was turned on by that too, and this spank he’s just given me — I’m over the edge now.
After what feels like an eternity of being in shock, I resume my assessment of myself and of the outfit, just like he asked. Kace did say that I needed to do exactly what he said if I wanted to keep this harness, and I’m going to do that, even if it upsets him. Critique is necessary for any artistic field, and fashion definitely so.
“I’m not sure what all of these other attachments are for, these hooks and circle bits, but if someone was wearing this out in public, they might get caught on something. I would get rid of those, and only put them around the hip area for decoration and things like that. Maybe some around the shoulders, but not all over the way you have them.”
Right as those words clear my mouth, Kace spanks me again. He does so harder this time, actually stealing my breath away.
“The way I have them is very purposeful, Britney. You are going to be punished for that kind of critique of me and my work.” He spanks me again and again, leaving me even more breathless.
“You asked for criticism,” I say over his punishment of my ass.
It’s still going, even as I’m speaking over the sound of skin slapping skin. I’m wet and warm below his hand.
“You said I had to do as you asked, so I’m doing that.”
I look at myself in the mirror, my face flushed from embarrassment and excitement.
“I asked you what you thought, not for you to criticize,” he says roughly.
From my bent-over position, he practically drags me over to the wall with those hooks and attachments I was looking at earlier.
“You’re going to be punished for your heartless, brutal words to me about this harness and how you feel you look in it.”
It’s a blur as Kace gets me to the wall. he hooks me up to it, and stands in front of me again. It’s only when he does tha
t, that I realize all of those silver attachments fit perfectly into the hooks and fasteners and the wall.
I am now pinned to the wall with my legs held shamelessly open. My arms are gathered together and fastened above my head.
And now I’m held up like that trussed up pig I said this outfit reminded me of!
I feel nervous and exposed in this position. I feel his eyes all over me, specifically my crotch. I know my pussy’s exposed, practically spread open for his viewing pleasure.
I want to close my legs, desperately, but I can’t because of the way the suit and the wall now work together in tandem. At that moment, I regret criticizing the suit the way I did.
“Is this my punishment?”
This question squeaks out of me as I watch Kace come close to me. He bends down, and begins caressing my pussy lips and touching my clit, which practically quivers under his fingertips. I blush harder, feeling more embarrassed and enlivened.
“No,” he answers quietly, giving my pussy more attention.
He keeps his thumb on my clit, while he maneuvers a few fingers on the same hand around my lips, around the entrance to my pussy. I’m shivering and shaking again, but it doesn’t matter.
In the next breath, those fingers that were exploring my entrance, have now fully entered. His fingers are now inside my pussy, not just prowling around the outside. I squirm and pull, feeling weird that a stranger is touching me.
I moan and groan, wondering how I got here. Wondering how that one yes led to all of this. I can’t say that I’m sorry for my situation, but I can’t wrap my mind around it. Especially not with his thick, warm fingers inside me, stroking and caressing places I’ve never even touched myself.
Against my will, I sigh and moan, but I’m still trying to move away from him.
“Be still and take your punishment,” he orders.
The commanding tone is still there but on the edge of his whisper like a shadow. I do my best to go still and slack, even though he’s stimulating me deep and fast now. I can hear my pussy smacking against his fingers, and under that rude noise, I can barely breathe.
“I just wanted to make your designs better,” I plead. “It’s what I do. I look at things and figure out how to make them better, and that’s all I was trying to do. You asked for it.”
“Did I now?” He laughs darkly, pulling some kind of switch on the wall.
The moment he does, my suit twist around, pulling my body with it, and now my ass is facing him, not my pussy. He retrieves a paddle from somewhere on the wall and strikes my ass with it. One, two, three, he slaps me with the wood face of it. My ass stings and jiggles, but I love it. I feel my pussy drip more juices for him, even as more strikes come down.
“Did I ask for that kind of criticism? Did I ask for you to make it better?”
Smack.
“No.”
Smack.
“I asked you just tell me what you thought of how it looked.”
Smack, smack.
“On you, which I’m not pleased with how low you think of yourself, Britney.”
After he says this, I lose track of the smacks that come to my ass, but I enjoy each of them. I also realize what he means about what I said. How that criticism was not really constructive, and more just mean and critical.
He’s right to punish you like this. Most people just take everything you say as the word of the fashion God’s. No one has ever corrected you. No one’s ever told you to be nicer to yourself, either.
I think about how quickly that suit spun me around in a different direction when I didn’t even think it was designed to do that.
Plus, you didn’t think the added silver baubles would do something like that. You assumed they were useless, and here they got you all twisted up in a way you didn’t expect. He has every right to correct you and to show you where you still have to learn.
The spankings have stopped, and I hear him breathe.
“I really like the way the suit, this harness, can do that. Change the wearers' direction based on how it’s hooked to other systems,” I say, struggling to find the right words under the sting of my ass and the wetness of my pussy.
Kace says nothing to this, and instead, I feel him. His face and tongue press into my exposed pussy, eating me out. Turn the way I am, I have no way to squirm or try to close my legs, even if I wanted to.
I’m quaking and shivering, as his tongue laps up my juices, explores every bit of folded skin, every crease and ripple in my folds. His tongue glides over the textures like he’s eating the frosting on the cake, before having the rest.
Alternating between his tongue spearing into my pussy and his fingers rubbing and pinching my clit as he grabs and slaps my ass, I’m quickly climbing toward a precipice I didn’t know existed. I’m quickly soaring to heights of pleasure and gnawing, relentless heat I’ve never experienced before.
As his tongue rotates inside me, I hear myself screaming. I don’t realize it’s me at first until my throat and chest expand in time with the sound. Then I realize I’m the one making all that noise. I’m the one tightening around his tongue, quivering on his face as I cum. I splash him with juice and lust, surprised how much my body won’t stop moving.
His tongue slides out of me, but my body still twitches. It quakes and shakes as though I’ve been electrocuted.
But as I hang there trying to catch my breath, I know the truth: I’ve been liberated and taught a very valuable, unforgettable lesson.
Chapter Seven
Kace
Britney.
What a girl!
I can’t predict her.
One minute she’s ruthlessly critiquing me, even while I’m spanking her, and the next minute she’s praising the very concept of the suit!
More than that, she’s sensitive and vulnerable. She’s braver than she looks, and I love to watch her cum like that. I thought for sure she was going to hold back and try to be quiet because of all that shyness.
All her insecurities are being revealed, but perhaps she’s taking my punishment to heart.
As I lean back on my heels from my attention to her pussy, I know I have to have her. I need to quench my own thirst, but I don’t want to stop at just this one outfit. I want to dress her in at least one other — one I already know she has eyes for — and take her virginity in it. But first, promises have to be kept.
When I know she’s calmed down enough, I spin her back around using the same lever, and give her a smile.
“That’s exactly what I wanted from you. Your learning. Quickly, too. I enjoyed myself enough that I will give you that bondage suit as promised.”
Britney only blushes at me. She turns her lashes down from on the other side of her glasses, and whispers, “Do you have anything else you want me to try on?”
I can’t believe her! She’s read my mind.
This woman really is something else. She is unlike any playmate I’ve ever had, unlike any model! She’s definitely worth the time I’ve spent on her tonight. After this, I may not need to find another woman for anything — in life or at the club.
I let this last thought float away. I know she’s getting me hot in ways I’ve never felt before, but I can’t let them distract me now. I’ve got her right where I want and need her for the rest of our evening together.
“I do have other outfits I’d love for you to try on,” I say.
I don’t let her know that she read my mind.
I simply go to the door, unlock it and call for one of the many staff members loitering around the halls, just in case someone like me requires something in the middle of the fun. It’s the same waiter who brought me my original outfit.
I whisper to him to go out into my car and grab me a few outfits, particularly the corset and skirt combo. When he looks like he doesn’t quite get it, I mention the woman I was with earlier. This seems to jog his memory enough to do my bidding, and I’m glad for it. I want to get back into the room with Britney.
We’re only waiting
a few minutes before there is another knock at my door. The staff member is there, holding an arm full of my clothing. On the top is the main outfit I want her to try. Even so, I lay them all out for her to see on a nearby couch.
“These might all be yours if we continue to play well together this evening, Britney.”
I give her a grin, pulling out the one I intend for her to wear.
“I’d love to see how you look in this, my little fashion designer.”
I see her blush. I see excitement this time, not fear, as I unhook her from the wall, and let her drink in the outfit.
“That’s the same one that drew me here,” she murmurs. “If you had approached me early in the night, I might not have been so excited to try it.”
“I know. You had to adjust your thinking a little bit and your view of yourself,” I say, grinning. “Would you like me to help you get dressed again?”
Britney nods demurely, and I love it. She’s a capable woman, but she knows when she’s in new, uncharted territory. And she’s trusting me to lead her gently and commandingly through it.
I help her take off the bondage suit, taking my time to feel and enjoy her body once more. As I do, I feel her wet, warm pussy. My cock gets thick and heavy in my slacks, feeling this, but I force myself to keep on task. I stretch the bondage suit off her and help her into the other one.
The skirt part is first, followed by the corset. Again, I take my time running my hands over her curves as I help put it on. I slide her breasts into the cups, adjust her hips and ass into the skirt, getting even harder.
At this point, I don’t think my cock can stay hidden much longer. Especially not as Britney turns around and gives me a full view of how she looks now.
Lily was the wrong model for that outfit. Britney smokes her in it by comparison.
My cock strains, spilling out the barest bit of precum.
She’s gorgeous in it. Her body is killer, but even more than that, she looks like she belongs in it. She looks confident. Sexy. Like she knows what she’s doing to me in it and takes pleasure in that.
