“You must begin by looking like a true Dom’mesque,” the seamstress said. She had apparently brought her cart full of spray cans with her because now she ran to get it and brought it to the side of the bed.
“I see you’ve come prepared,” T’zaren said.
The seamstress nodded.
“The trousers you had on last night will do fine for today—though I must fashion you some cock rings and a collar and leash,” she said. Then she turned to Lucy. “But you, my Lady—you must be dressed much more severely than you were last night. Allow me to help you and we must hurry—Mistress Shin’dara may call for the two of you at any time.”
“Oh, of course.” Lucy nodded and got out of the bed. She was still stark naked but modesty was taking a back seat to expedience now. She and T’zaren would have to look and act their parts as never before if they wanted to pull this deal off!
The seamstress got to work at once. From the bottom of the floating cart, she pulled out a large golden spray can that Lucy hadn’t seen earlier. It had a dark circle on the side and when the seamstress pointed it at her, the paint that shot out was as black as midnight. But instead of the stretchy texture of the spray-paint dress she’d worn the night before, this paint hardened into a much stiffer fabric. In fact, it didn’t really feel like fabric at all.
“This is like leather,” Lucy said, feeling the ragged edge of the top, which was sprayed across the top swells of her breasts.
“Yes—it’s sprayablebanthumhide,” the seamstress said, sounding distracted as she finished applying the top of Lucy’s outfit and put the can down. “It’s quite expensive and Lady Twa’linda hardly ever wants it. She prefers looser, more flowing fabrics—ones that grant easy access for penetration so she can interact with her staff and guards, you know.”
“I’m guessing Mistress Shin’dara isn’t quite so permissive with her staff,” T’zaren growled as he pulled on the black trousers from the night before. The deep V in the front clearly showed both his shafts but neither was hard at the moment.
“Oh no—certainly not!” the seamstress exclaimed. “Why the guard on duty this morning came into her room to give her a ‘good morning fuck’ and I’m afraid he got a dreadful surprise when he found Mistress Shin’dara instead of Lady Twa’linda!” She shook her head sadly. “The poor man! He’ll be lucky if his head doesn’t wind up on a spike outside the stronghold before the day is through!”
“What? She’dkillhim?” Lucy asked, aghast.
“Oh yes—for wrongful penetration? Most certainly.” The seamstress nodded as she pulled out her tools and started working on the sprayed-on leather top. “And for Mistress Shin’dara,anypenetration of a female by a male is wrongful penetration. She absolutely willnottolerate it!”
“So I’m guessing we won’t be having another meal like the one we ate with her last night in the entropy chairs,” T’zaren remarked.
“The chairs have already been destroyed,” the seamstress told him. “I saw them burning and melting in the Great Hall fireplace this morning!”
Lucy bit her lip. To be honest, before all this had happened, she’d been kind of hoping for another chance to sit in those chairs with T’zaren. Only this time, she’d been thinking she might try his larger, primary shaft. True, it was extremely big, but he’d certainly made her wet enough to take him with the way he’d licked and tasted her the night before. And since they’d agreed to try dating once they got home, it seemed like an acceptable thing to do.
But now it looked like there was going to be no more penetration for anyone, she thought. (She was wrong about this, but she had no way of knowing it.)
“There my Lady—that’s the top done,” the seamstress said, breaking her train of thought.
Lucy looked down at herself in surprise.
“Oh! You made me a bustier!”
An extremelyrevealingbustier, as it turned out. The black leather cups supported the bottoms of her breasts but her nipples and the tops of her breasts were bare. The black leather came down to her waist and stopped just above her belly button.
“Now for the bottom,” the seamstress said and proceeded to spray paint a black leather mini-skirt onto Lucy’s hips and thighs. She trimmed up the hem and then made a large V-shaped split right in the front and center of the skirt which clearly showed Lucy’s pussy.
There were also a pair of black lace panties to go under the skirt. But when she examined the panties, Lucy saw that they, too, had a vertical slit in them.
“Wait!” she exclaimed, looking down at herself. “I thought penetrationwasn’tallowed with Mistress Shin’dara?”
“Oh, it’s not, my Lady,” the seamstress said. “That slit is so your male can pay proper obeisance to you. He must kiss your pussy to show his devotion.”
“Oh…all right.” Lucy nodded. Considering how much T’zaren loved tasting her pussy, this shouldn’t be a problem she thought. Though the idea of letting him do it in front of other people made her blush, she knew she would do whatever was necessary in order to get thedimriel.
After the seamstress finished the skirt, she gave Lucy some high-heeled, black leather boots to wear which she said were the same kind of footwear Mistress Shin’dara wore herself. Lastly, she handed Lucy a long, black instrument with a handle on one end and a rectangle of flexible black leather on the other. It had a loop near the handle that she could slip over her wrist or wear at the hook that was on one side of her skirt.
“What’s this? A riding crop?” Lucy turned it over in her hands, examining it from all angles.
The seamstress nodded shortly.
“Mistress Shin’dara will expect you to carry some instrument of punishment with you—she does herself, you know.”
“But…I don’t want to use something like this on T’zaren!” Lucy protested.