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Casting him a squeamish smile, she began to unbutton the powder blue suit jacket she was wearing, revealing a lace teddy underneath. Marie had returned to her side, and she allowed her to take the jacket from her. Trying not to feel too intimidated, she reached around behind her and undid the clasp of her skirt and let the garment drop to the floor. There was just the teddy, thigh high hose and her heels remaining. Perhaps that was enough.
“We’ll
see about the stockings, they’re rather pretty,” Marie said, approaching her, and playing with the satin roses on the top of the stockings. “Take the teddy off,” she ordered, looking up at Jocelyn. There was a pleasant smile, but it was laced with daggers in her eyes, a stunning contrast.
Lifting the shoulder straps, Jocelyn pulled each side of the teddy down, and though reluctantly, she finally pushed the stretchy fabric from her chest. She was naturally endowed with round firm breasts, with pink aureoles and small brown nipples. Naked in the cool air, the nipples tightened instantly.
“You’d be surprised how much the lace hides, Mademoiselle,” Marie said, as if that explanation was necessary to motivate the last revealing move that bared Jocelyn’s tummy and pubic mound.
The feeling of vulnerability was appalling. Stripped. Naked. Exposed. She felt as if these two could read her soul as easily as they could see her bare body.
Marie became instantly busy measuring her breasts, her chest, her waist and hips. The touch of her fingers made the yielding Jocelyn shiver.
“Perfection!” Marie exclaimed. She mumbled to herself in French. And at one point Reggie answered her back in French.
Pretty bold of them, assuming she didn’t know the language, Jocelyn thought to herself. Too bad she’d studied Spanish.
Scooting across to the other side of the room, Marie searched her cabinets again, and finally pulled out what she’d been looking for. Returning to Reggie and the bewildered woman, she smiled broadly.
“It will suit a novice,” she said. She immediately went about the task of putting the simple tailored corset around Jocelyn’s middle, fingers flying. The redhead was quickly surrounded by the garment with stays and hooks, and top to bottom laces in the back. Marie tugged at the laces from behind, pulling them with firm hard jerks.
“Ouch! I can’t breathe,” Jocelyn exclaimed.
“You’ll get used to it,” Reggie said, admiring the perfect fit. It made the hourglass of her figure more pronounced, her slender waist more slender, and laced as tightly as it was, the flair to her hips and breasts below and above gave her a most elegant line.
“Look in the mirror, mon cherie,” Marie purred.
Almost afraid to look, the headstrong Jocelyn hesitated. Her shyness came from the most unexpected feeling of surrender descending through her. The corset became a mantle of submission – a word and a state of mind that she was still unaccustomed to.
“Jocelyn, look at yourself,” Reggie prompted, a no nonsense sternness in his voice.
Raising her head to view herself in the mirror, she saw another woman staring back at her, not the one she saw each morning, not the one that undressed in her room at night. This one made her shudder. The corset had obviously struck a chord in her, one she was unaccustomed to play, though it felt good now.
The corset rose high enough on her chest to accentuate her breasts, though it didn’t cover them. Standing out so boldly, her tits and nipples took a much more prominent place on her already alluring body. The front of the corset was beautifully shaped, edged in lace so that it framed her pubic mound as if it was a jewel on display. And when she glanced in the three-way mirror at her rear end, her full round bottom stood out as if it was waiting to be screwed or spanked.
“Ah, if I were young, I would have her myself,” Marie said, in complete admiration.
“The corset will do, Marie. You have nylons to match?” Reggie asked.
“Certainly.” The woman scurried to her cabinets again and pulled out a pair of fine silk stockings. Removing the ones Jocelyn was wearing, Marie helped her put the new ones on. Then the woman turned Jocelyn around so she was facing the mirror again. The entire effect of her new underclothes was startling, the most startling aspect was the crude rush of arousal that was moving through her body. She was afraid her desire might show – if Reggie and Marie were to look closely between her legs where her female juice was beginning flow.
“Such a fine moment, Monsieur Harold,” Marie gasped in awe. “Would you like the paddle?”
“I can see the possibilities,” Reggie agreed, scrutinizing his submissively attired female executive. He was relishing her transformation, a moment of triumph for him. But he had other plans in mind for Jocelyn and her new corset. “Not today, Marie. Though the corset is perfect. You’re inspired as usual.”
“Merci, monsieur, and perhaps you’d like to fit her with some leather costumes. I have some very naughty designs I know you’ll appreciate.”
“We’ll have to see them later,” Reggie told her. “For today the corset will do.” He turned to the still bewildered Jocelyn. “Get dressed and we’ll go to lunch.”
Jocelyn breathed a sigh of relief knowing she wasn’t going to be spanked. But lunch? The idea of eating was the furthest thing from her mind, especially when the waist cinching corset had her bound so tightly, she couldn’t imagine putting a thing in her stomach. “You want me in the corset?”
“That’s what it’s for. You’ll wear it the rest of the day,” Reggie answered her.
There was just her skirt and suit coat to put on, and that done, she looked as presentable as she had when she arrived at the shop, although there was a decidedly different aura to Jocelyn Killian, one perplexed, aroused, and embarrassed all in the same rare instant.
Jocelyn walked out of the shop on Reggie’s arm, a pleasantly happy Marie waving to them as they left.
Chapter Four
