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Wednesday morning arrived without ceremony, in just the same way every other day before it had done so. But this day was different. I sat up in bed, my satin night-gown rustling against the sheets, and inwardly watched the flood of memories from last night. I knew I was no longer the person I had been. Dave was now so different. Heck! Diane was so different too! I heard the shower door shut then Claire stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her middle and another turban style over her hair. Seeing me sitting up she smiled and said "Morning Honey! Did you sleep well?" When I was slow in reacting the smile faded and she rushed to sit beside me on the bed. "What's wrong my Darling? She asked. It took me a moment to respond , then I tried to tell her that everything was different, that I was no longer the person I had been and it felt so strange. She cuddled me to her and held me for a while, encouraging me to share my thoughts and feelings. I tried but even to my ears it was jibberish that didn't come close to describing my innermost feelings. Eventually she pressed a finger over my lips. Obediently I shut my mouth and looked up at her. "You are not a monster or a different person, you ninny!" she pronounced with a gentle smile. "You are still the one I fell in love with forever, the same Dave who we discovered had Diane hidden deep inside him. And last night Diane made the break-through! She found she didn't need all that male 'look at macho me, who is always in command, always ready to be the big brave man' bullshit! And through her you felt your true self for the first time, Honey. I cannot tell you how much I love you for having the courage to overcome all your years of male conditioning! I am in love with the real YOU inside and we have peeled away a couple of layers - no, they really were shells that we have smashed through - to get closer to that real you. "I've been doing so much studying on this topic since we found out your feminine side and I think we are incredibly lucky, you and I. Whether they like it or not, all mothers implant the seeds of masochism into their children. In the daughters it doesn't seem to matter in most cases, except that they learn to carry it through to their children. In the sons it matters a great deal and some experts say over 50% of men will have problems dealing with that inherent masochism. It can cause so many problems throughout their lives that psychiatrists are only now recognising it as the cause of so much psychosis in men. We were lucky in finding your feminine side when we did because Diane has managed to temporarily shed your male hang-ups and now, through her, you have learned how to surrender yourself. That doesn't make you weak - on the contrary it is going to make you so much stronger and able to become the real you, Darling." She hugged me ever tighter to her and I felt so safe as I mulled over her words. I confess I was confused. She made so much sense yet I still wanted to reject it as mumbo-jumbo that couldn't possibly apply to me. That was when I realised how conditioned I was as a male and it became my Rosetta Stone. But how to recognise what were my real thoughts and feelings from conditioned responses was the real problem. I said so to Claire and she just chuckled. "That is what I've been trying to help you learn, Honey, these last couple of weeks. You are doing so well and I'm really proud of how you're doing. If you want proof of that, look at how Zoe and Carol have changed from people you know to close friends. What made that happen, Honey? It was the change in you - you gradually began to lose some macho attitude and people can better see the person you are rather than the one you acted or pretended to be. And they love you more and so do I! "Now, no more talking until after you've showered otherwise we are both going to be late for work." I thanked her profusely yet again for her wisdom and kindness in addition to her overwhelming love as I arose and stripped for the shower. As I lifted the satin over my head I winced as even that super- softness brushed my nipples. Claire saw my face change and the pause in my words. "Yes, I bet they are sore, Darling! I really worked on them last night but it was worth it for the incredible break-through. Make sure you moisturise them well and wear a bra today - you'll have to keep your jacket it on to hide it but it will stop your shirt from rubbing." Claire went off to make breakfast while I abluted and after towelling my body I realised Claire was right. So a white bra joined my panties beneath my Dave clothes. As there was only Carol and I around in the afternoon and she was busy in her own office I took my jacket off as even the weight of it made my nipples tingle - it was not necessarily an unpleasant soreness but it did interfere with my concentration. Needless to say, much later I was deep in study of some complex figures on my computer when I felt a finger trace the outline of my bra through my shirt. I jumped then Carol said "Sorry Diane, I just couldn't resist the temptation! Anyway, you better get your jacket back on because Jim is due in soon and I know he wants to talk to you." I thanked her for the warning and realised again how lucky I was to have her as such a close friend and another protector. That evening Claire had me remove my blouse, skirt and bra and told me to lay on the bed. When she took out the hormone cream pot and began pulling on latex gloves I groaned at the thought of her even touching my nipples. She laughed at my reaction as she scooped out some cream and told me "I'll start very gently, Honey, and we'll see how much you can take." Indeed she was extremely gentle and at first the feeling was very comforting and I told her so. She worked a bit harder and she smiled as she watched me become aroused, the evidence tenting my panties. By the time she was working in the second dose I was rigid despite her fingers working hard on my nipples. "Take off your panties, Diane," she ordered in a husky voice, pausing in her ministrations while I did so. She elbowed my knees apart and lay down between my stockinged legs to lick the end of my cock. I groaned and watched as she repeated it several times. As she sucked the head in between her lips she began working harder still on my nipples with her almost-dry gloves. The pain was suddenly very arousing and, in the shortest time I can remember, she was suddenly swallowing as fast as she could as I came violently in her eager mouth. Fortunately her hands left my breasts at that point, leaving them very tender. That pain could excite me was still confusing but beyond denial. She straddled my head and I returned the favour by bringing her to four straight orgasms. Thursday saw me wearing a bra again to protect my nipples and fairly early, when she brought me coffee, Carol smiled conspiritally as her hand stroked over my jacketed back to find the bra strap beneath. She didn't say anything as two of the other partners were in that day, although I doubt any words would have carried to their offices. Still, I appreciated that Carol wanted to share my secret but not with anyone else. The day grew busier by the minute and suddenly it was late afternoon and I realised there was only the two of us finalising our work. "Enough for today, Carol. I can't believe how much we have achieved. Thank you for all your help again," I smiled at her. "It has been great, Diane," she answered, emphasising the name. "You are so much easier to work with now and it is almost as if I can understand what you are thinking and feeling. Yesterday, you were deep in study most of the day and I couldn't sense your mood but today I could. And it makes you so much fun to work with." We chatted a little more, locked up and made our ways to our homes. Nearly home and my mobile rang. It was Claire to say she'd been delayed at work and would be late. This gave me chance for some payback for all the understanding and love she has poured on me so I planned a special dinner. A simple prawn starter, roast beef for the main course and a strawberry Pavlova for dessert. A fine Merlot would go well with that, I thought. A shower and change into blouse and skirt plus my favourite boots, a dash of make-up and my wig then into the kitchen to get busy. Everything went according to plan and in no time the meat, potatoes and vegetables were underway, the starters were concocted and the desserts were cooling in the fridge. I felt very pleased at having everything in hand and poured myself a glass of wine. I was just getting my first taste when there was a tap at the kitchen door, which opened to show our pretty neighbour. "Hi Zoe," I greeted. "I was just about to have a glass of wine - can I pour you a glass?" "No thanks, Diane," she smiled looking me up and down. "I haven't got too much time. Wow! Whatever you're cooking smells great!" I told her the menu and said I wanted it as a surprise for Claire for everything she was doing for me. "It sounds scrummy! I just wanted to thank you and Claire for your great advice last weekend. I'll tell you more when you are together and we have time. I also wanted the name and address of that shop where you got your corset from, please, because the owner sounds very sympathetic to cross-dressers and I think that will help Brian quite a lot!" She beamed a huge smile at me which told me things were going well for them. I hugged her briefly and said "I'm so glad we could help you in return, dear Zoe! I will never be able to thank you enough for being the catalyst for Claire and me. Let me see if I can find Sue's card for you." I knew the card was on my bedside cabinet for I looked at is several times a day, anticipating this coming Saturday. I gave it to her and told her to keep it. We'd get another at the weekend. Zoe thanked me, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and exited through the doorway. I was mulling over what may be happening in their lives and sipping wine when I heard Claire's car draw into the driveway. By the time she came into the house I'd poured her a glass and was waiting with it by the door. Her face looked a bit harried but changed to a big smile when she saw me and the proffered glass. "Thank you, dear Diane, you and this are just what I need!" I took her briefcase and ushered her into the kitchen after she kicked off her shoes. "A rough day, Darling?" I enquired and heard about the sudden panic that had caused her delay. While we discussed it and the usual chit-chat I knelt down and massaged her feet, watching the tension fade from her eyes as it did so under my fingers, Inside half an hour she was back to the bubbly, energetic Claire that is my beloved wife. She put her empty glass down, grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. She hugged me, smiled and kissed me long and hard. "That, Honey was exactly what I needed. Thank you. I love this new you so very much." "You are always very welcome, Darling. It is good to be able to give something back to you for all you have given me." I glanced at the clock and decided to get bossy. "But if that little bottom of yours isn't back here, freshly showered, in fifteen minutes it is going to get spanked. Now, off with you!" That brought another grin and a quick kiss before she practically skipped out of the room. It gave me time to set the table, lay out the starters, light the candles and carve the roast. When she re-appeared (just inside her time limit) I took her hand and led her into the dining room, pulled out her chair and seated her. Then commenced a wonderful evening where two lovers want to savour each moment. We talked, we chatted, we got serious and we got silly - it didn't matter as long as we were with each other. She was as pleased as me to hear of Zoe's happier situation, adding that if she had wanted Sue's card then things must be much better for both of them. By the time I poured us each a brandy to go with the coffee, over two hours had passed. Eventually I told Claire to take it easy, that I'd do the clearing away. She started to argue but I wouldn't hear of it and pressed on. I was just starting the dish washer when I realised she was leaning in the doorway. As I wiped around and put away the last few things she said, in a sultry voice "I've been thinking about what you said before I showered." I must have looked puzzled because she smiled at me and went on to say "About the spanking? However, if anybody's going to get spanked it is you, my submissive slut. Does that turn you on too?" Again, my comment had been made in all innocence but as I thought on her words my penis gave me its vote by swelling in my panties. I wasn't sure which affected me the most, the way she said it in such a dominant way or the thought of her spanking me. The consensus of a unanimous vote must have shown in my eyes, for Claire giggled. "I thought it would, Diane. It is so special that you don't try to pretend any more, it makes you even easier for me to love." We relaxed in the lounge for a while then Claire took me to the bedroom. Once I was naked we repeated the previous night with the hormone cream but I only managed to bring her to three orgasms as she was too tired for more. Driving in to work on Friday I ruefully wondered if this weekend would be spoilt as had the previous one - then immediately thanked all those I count as holy for spoiling it in such a way the outcome was perfect! However, it made me realise how much I was looking forward to Saturday and collecting my corsets. I had spent as much time as I could wearing the corset we had bought and loving my sexy imprisonment within its sensuous grip and the fabulous look it gave my figure. I was so excited about wearing bespoke, made-to-measure ones that were just for me! These thought sure reduced travelling time, so it seemed, for I was suddenly in my parking bay and getting out of the car. Yesterday's sudden efficiency with Carol had carved through our workload so we were able to finish by lunchtime and spend a couple of hours in the luxury of pre-planning the tasks we were sure of getting and also those where there was a reasonable chance. In discussing those chances with Carol I became aware of how much of the strategic business analysis she had picked up. I made a mental note to consider sending her out of the office to consult on small tasks or take her with me on the bigger ones to further grow her skills. Who knows, maybe we would have another partner soon? I eagerly transferred the bonus we had agreed upon from the company account into my private one then added the after-tax estimate of the guilt-payment I received earlier that morning as I had been promised. I took the time to phone my friendly group CEO and thank her. "Dave, you saved our bacon and, for the crap you dug us out of it was cheap at half the price! I cannot believe that idiot Mahon dropped us so deep. You've gone straight to the top of my Christmas card list and any time you want, I'll make you CEO of any of my companies. And you can name your own ticket!" she paused and I felt her searching for her words. "Most of all, thanks for your honesty and integrity; somehow I feel we have just created a special empathy and you'll be getting much more of our business" I laughed and thanked her then shared some small talk before hanging up. In fact the bonus she had paid was way over the top for the work I had done. And whilst she had been trying to coax me into joining her group in any position I wanted to create for myself, she knew it wasn't for me as I needed my independence. And hauntingly at the back of it all was another woman telling me we were getting along better than we had. Again, early in the day, Carol had checked my back and found me wearing a bra. I told her what Claire was doing with the hormone cream but not the dominant stuff! I just said my nipples were a bit sore. "You and Claire are amazing! I have never seen two people more in love than you two. You get puppy-eyed even now when you mention her name! You are just so right for each other" Coincidence? At that moment the phone rang on my desk and, being nearest, Carol answered it. She smiled at whatever she heard, said "Hold on Claire" and passed it to me as I closed the gap. "Hi Darling," I said then listened to her exuberant and happy voice. "Honey, Sue's just called me to say she has finished our order. She says she'd prefer it if we can pick them up at 5.30 tonight so she can fit them and make sure we are happy. Please get home by four then we can get to her in time. Can you get away early?" "Wow!" burst from my lips. "That's fantastic! I'll definitely be home by four, Darling. See you soon" As I replaced the phone in its cradle I realised I was still smiling and Carol was so keen to find out why. "That must have been very good news, Dave. You look like you won the jackpot; what is it?" "Oh, nothing really........" "Don't give me that!" interrupted Carol. "It's something very special, I could hear it in Claire's voice!" I walked over to my office door and closed it, walked back to Carol and said "The lady who made the corset and bra I wore last weekend? She phoned Claire to say she has finished making the two custom corsets Claire ordered for me and wants to fit them tonight." Carol's grin grew to match mine. "That's great. What are they like?" That stumped me because I remembered I'd been so engrossed at staring at my new image in the mirror, I'd left all the details to Claire. Besides, I hadn't known anything about corsets two weeks ago - and didn't know much more now apart from how much I loved wearing one! I told Carol as much and she giggled. "In that case I'm phoning you both tomorrow to find out!" "Better still, dear Carol, come round tomorrow for lunch and we can share all the details. I'm sure Claire will be very glad to see you!" I replied and watched her smile grow as she accepted. There was no way I could concentrate after that so I contented myself by tidying up my desk, shutting down my computer and, at half-three, Carol shooed me out my own office saying she'd see to locking up and whatever else had to be done. I couldn't help myself when I kissed her on the cheek and told her I looked forward to seeing her tomorrow. The look on her face was priceless. I made it home with ten minutes to spare to find a happily surprised Claire waiting on the doorstep. "Quite keen are we, Honey?" she quipped and I smiled and kissed her without replying. "Go and take a shower. I've had your dress cleaned and put your clothes out for you." Within minutes I was stripped and under the cascade of hot water. My body glowing from the hot water and my heavy application of moisturiser, I shaved my face to match the body I had taken care of in the shower. A spray of the deodorant Claire had given me during the week added another touch of femininity. I stepped into the bedroom to find Claire waiting to help me. First came my corset and she tightly-laced me into it. Tan stockings soon clad my soft smooth legs. Bra and forms were followed by Claire's pink satin slip and my white boots. Claire insisted on doing my make-up and I was very grateful as I realised my hands were shaking slightly in excited anticipation. My wig needed minimal brushing and I looked at my sexy reflection with pride and happiness. She held my dress whilst I stepped into it and slid it up to my shoulders. As I finished settling it into place she spritzed me with perfume and sprayed my wrists. I buckled on the watch she had given me then added the bangles to my arms. Claire must have got home extra-early for she had already showered and changed, so, without further ado we went out the front door to my car. With traffic being between workers going home and revellers starting the weekend we managed to reach the shop a quarter of an hour early and parked right in front. We stepped inside to find Sue ringing up the purchases of the only other customer, a smart, tall woman very fashionably dressed. She passed the big bag to the woman, smiled and thanked her for the business. Before she had left, Sue was out from behind the till and walking towards Claire with a big greeting on her lips. She slowed suddenly as she faced me and frowned. "Diane? Is that really you?" I giggled at her surprise and rushed forward to hug her. "Yes, Sue! After all your special help this is the real me!" After hugging Claire, Sue strode to the door and presented the 'closed' sign to the door and the outside world. "It's been pretty quiet this afternoon and I don't expect any more callers today so I can concentrate on my favourite customers. Come on back to my work-room." On the way there she added "You really look special, Diane. What happened to the shy little girl who was here two weeks ago?" She took a moment to study me. I thanked her for the compliment and told her "Claire did! She has given me so much and has built my confidence too. Diane is now who I am and not just a fantasy. Thank you for getting everything done for us so early, I can't wait to see the two corsets you've made." The latter brought an unspoken look between the two women and I wondered what it was about. Sue reached for two satin-bagged items on her work table and tossed them to me. With a big grin she said "Have a look at those and see if you like them!" I didn't know what to expect as I reached into the first of the bags. I felt the unmistakable satin before I brought the brilliant white corset into the light. It was longer that my present corset and looked to have heavier boning. Instead of being straight across at the top, this one had scallops to sit beneath each breast and these, like the hem, had a band of very soft, pale pink lace. It was a beautiful garment and I gasped as I saw it. My smile grew as I inspected every detail while Sue and Claire enjoyed my obvious happiness. I reverently put it down on the work-top, and like a small child at Christmas, reached for the other bag. This one yielded a matching corset but in black shiny satin with red detailed piping over the boning and black lace at cups and hem. If anything, it was even sexier that the white one, but I loved them both. "Thank you, Sue, they are fantastic! Please may I try them on?" I gushed. "Of course, Diane! That's why I wanted to get them finished for tonight. There wasn't a chance I'd not try them on you for fit and style. Take off your dress so we can get to work" I was told and I hurried to comply. Seeing the corset I was wearing Sue added "Claire, please look at his corset and shape as it is now and remember it. I think you will see quite a difference in a few minutes. Diane, I want you to remember how this feels so you can tell me the difference when you wear the new ones." With that she undid the knot and unlaced me, even releasing the back suspenders. With the old corset resting on the table she pointed out a couple of marks it had made on my body and told us a properly fitted corset would prevent them. She took a plastic bag from the table and withdrew several gauzy tubes. "It's Ok for the casual user to wear a corset next to the skin but for long-term wear a corset liner is essential. Put this on, Diane, please," she said handing me one of several white tubes from the bunch of black and white. While I stepped into the stretchy nylon tube and settled it from the bottom of my bra to over my hips she added "These are washable. They also help the corset slip into the perfect position on the body. I've made you seven of each." After relaxing all the lacing, Sue helped me clip the busk front of the white corset around me then got Claire to do up the lacing. Having the practise of two weeks, Claire had no problems in lacing me tighter and tighter until Sue stopped her. "Remember, with a new corset you must allow about a week for it to adjust to the wearer's body before tightening it fully. You can see it fits perfectly at top and bottom but there is still some one and a half inches still to go for figure training but that should be gradual. Now, how does it feel, Diane?" I was shocked at her words and told her so! This was tighter in the waist and much more restrictive than the one I had taken off, yet I had to admit it really felt more comfortable. I told her I couldn't imagine it being that much tighter. She laughed happily and added "Oh, your body will adapt with time and Claire will soon have you down to the smaller waist you both desire. The longer you wear a corset each day on a regular basis the faster your figure will change. Now Claire, tell me what differences you notice." I watched my wife walk around me, studying my body with a critical frown on her forehead. "Well, obviously it is much longer so it is right up to her bra cups and reaches lower on the hips than the other one. Most important for me is that it doesn't look like the corset is squeezing her in. This looks like the corset is just there to emphasise the incredible figure she has underneath." "Bravo!" exclaimed Sue. "I have succeded - as I knew I would!" "The other corset caused bulges at the top when Diane bent in certain directions. Honey, will you raise your arms, twist your shoulder and lean slightly to either side for me?" I tried to comply with very limited success for this corset was much firmer than its predecessor - yet it felt far more snug about my body despite being much tighter. "Right again, Claire" applauded Sue. "A properly fitted corset shouldn't move fat and flab about. It should just define and compress the waist area without doing much to the rigid pelvic girdle or restricting the rib movement too much - it must never squeeze out one's breath! Anything else?" "Well," said Claire. It just looks right. It seems to be what it is: it's made for her. The style is so sensuous and yet innocent - and that is my Diane!" Sue chuckled but didn't comment as she began to undo the lacing. "Let's see if the other one is so successful. Take the liner off, Diane and put a black one on, please." The other corset fitted perfectly too and it felt so sexy! "Whoo-hoo!" Exclaimed Claire with a huge smile. "Did I really say Diane is sensuous and innocent when she had the other one on? Sue, this is fantastic. She really looks like the sexy, devilish slut she is inside!" I think we both realised exactly what her words revealed at the same moment for I felt my own face redden as I watched Claire's blush flood her face. Sue gleefully smiled as she took in our expressions then announced "I take that as an extreme compliment, girls. I really set out to show exactly those opposites with one basic design: pure and wicked! And you agree, I believe?" Like an actor needs applause, Sue soaked up our agreement and praise for her work. It was well deserved because they were extremely well-made quality corsets that fit to perfection. Sue even reddened under our praise. To try covering her emotions - but without success - Sue began unlacing me. Laying aside the beautiful black corset she turned to me and said "Claire called me on Tuesday morning and asked if I could make one more corset for you, Diane. It was a bit of a rush but I managed to complete that order too. Would you like to see it?" "Wow! Yes please!" I enthused whilst extremely excited at having yet another corset. As Sue reached under her work table I looked at Claire and said "Thank you Darling! What a wonderful surprise." "You've loved me lacing you in so tight and, when we learned of the extra bonus, I had an idea which clever Sue here knew how to make extra- special. I wonder if you'll be able to manage it." This last made me curious and I turned back to take another satin bag from Sue. It was much heavier than the other two. I reached in and immediately felt the cool material whilst grasping it to pull it from the bag. Into view came a shiny rolled up corset and the aroma told me it was rubber. Dropping the bag on the table, I opened the corset to find it even longer than the other two. The scallops for the breasts were much deeper and the base was shaped to cover even more of the lower hips. Even the busk had an extra clip. The outside was polished a very shiny black rubber whilst the inside was a much less shiny latex. There was more boning and each of these seemed wider and stiffer. The laces at the back even had a panel with a zip to cover them. I grinned at Claire and reached for the liner I'd just taken off. "No, Diane," said Sue, stopping my hand. "This is a serious figure- training corset and needs to be worn next to the skin. It promotes a very fast improvement to the wearer's shape because in addition to the tight fit, it keeps the body heat in locally which softens the tissue and promotes internal re-alignment and also almost eliminates sub-tissue fat. If you were to wear this 24/7 you would achieve in three months the same shape-improvement you'd get from your other new corsets in a year. However, it has its drawbacks too - it can be itchy if you have been perspiring with exercise although that fades quickly, and being so heavily boned it is much more restrictive but Claire tells me you may find that attractive" she added with a smile. I smiled back sheepishly but proceeded to unzip the panel so I could loosen the lacing - I just had to try it! Soon it was wrapped around my body and I shivered at its cool embrace. It reached so low on my hips I had to roll my panty-girdle almost indecently further down. It was so stiff that I struggled for a while to get all the clips done up before Sue could begin lacing me up. When she started she told us that the inner material was a strong canvas and could be laced as tight as desired right from the start. Very quickly the latex was drawn onto my hips, with the front and rear dipping slightly to cover even more skin, then I felt the first squeeze to my waist. Sue restarted from the top and the grip on my chest was noticeable greater than with the other corsets as well as it reaching almost into my armpits. The corset even had half-cups of soft shiny rubber which lifted the bottom of my bra just a little. "OK so far, Diane?" Sue asked as she worked on to the second stage of tightening which would reduce my waist. "I think so. It is a really serious corset though and I'm starting to see what you mean about restriction!" And then I started to feel the real bite of the corset. My body was sealed rigidly upright and it really felt as though as it squeezed me thinner, it was making my torso taller. It got tighter and tighter until I had to beg Sue to stop. She giggled and told me "There's still almost two inches to go, Diane, don't you want to feel how tight it can be?" "Please Sue, No! Loosen it a bit and please hurry," I pleaded and felt the relief as she allowed some respite. It was still far tighter than my old corset had ever felt when Sue tied the knot in the lace. She fiddled some more and then I heard the zip being pulled from top to bottom. Claire stepped forward and rolled up the sides of my panty-girdle and they snapped into place over the base of the corset, allowing her to pull the suspenders down to attach my stockings. I stood for a moment trying to adjust to the total immobility of my torso as my spine was allowed no movement whatsoever. Even twisting was prevented. Then the warmth! My covered body felt to be about five degrees hotter than the rest of me. My testing was interrupted by Sue telling me to go and have a look in the mirror. To do that meant turning round and that could only be done by walking in a small circle. Yet once I saw my reflection it was worth it! My shape was fantastic and the shiny black rubber looked so amazingly sexy. Standing sideways showed how the zip panel hid the lacing and knot so it looked like the corset was painted onto my body. What a difference it made to my stance, too! Any corset will make you stand straighter but this had me at my tallest and looking somewhat .............regal, even. The push to my bust made it look bigger and more out-thrust. Turning my head as much as I could I said "Thank you for ordering this one, Claire. It is very special. And to you, of course, Sue, for making something so awesome in such a short time. I cannot believe I'm the lucky owner of three fabulous corsets!" I took a last look at my image and added "I love how tall and straight it makes me stand." Sue laughed, saying "If that's the look you want then you should try a neck corset too!" She saw both of us frowning at her words without understanding. She looked at each of us, smiled and explained. "It is a boned corset which is laced around the neck and holds the head in that regal position. It fits from the chin to the top of the shoulders and the wearer can't even turn their head. I think I've got a sample somewhere, I'll show you." She went to a small stack of drawers and found what she was looking for in the third one. She revealed something in thick black lace that, at first glance, looked like a truncated cone with curved sides. It had bones vertically and at a slight angle, though they were much finer than in a regular corset. There was also a line of ribbon lacing it up. Claire took it and looked it over then gave it to me to do the same. A moment later she said with a grin, "Go on, Diane, try it on." "They have to be made to a person's measurements, Claire," corrected Sue. "But maybe we can see how it fits so you can get an idea." She removed the lacing and told me to sit in the vacant chair. The neck corset was placed under my chin and wrapped around my neck. As Sue began to re-thread the ribbon I felt the black lace close in on my neck but without squeezing at all or choking me. As she reached the bottom and adjusted the tightness of the ribbon, so my chin was pushed upwards a good inch or so. "You can see the gap at the back between the lacing is too wide as it's too small for Diane. It gives you an idea of the look and feel, though. Go have a look in the mirror again," I was told, so I stood up. That was the first surprise because I can now tell you with certainty that when one stands up you first look down for some reason - and I was prevented from moving my head! And when I was finally upright I couldn't turn my head to start the process of turning my body. Combined with the immobility caused by the extreme corset into which I was tightly laced it was as though my whole body was in a cast...........yet somehow this feeling of restriction, of helplessness, was very exciting and I was glad of the tight control of my panty. I made the ten paces to the mirror and was amazed at the difference in looks and feel. My reflection showed a black lacy concoction about my neck that looked very feminine, yet the boning gave it a strength and rigidity that prevented any movement of my head whatsoever. The effect was stunning, though, as it seemed to make my neck look much longer and more slender and the raised chin did create the regal look. Behind me I heard Sue say "These were a big favourite with the S and M crowd a while back and I made quite a few. I think there are a lot of submissives out there still wearing my neck corsets." "Why submissives?" asked Claire. "Well, once the corset is put on the wearer and the knot is tied it is extremely difficult for them to remove it. They cannot see the knot and trying to feel or untie it is very awkward. Most that I made, though, had two rings over the lacing that could be locked, then the wearer was totally dependent on their dominant for release." Claire had listened to this and her mouth had parted in wonder, with a trace of a smile growing towards the end. Sue chuckled and quietly stated "You want one, don't you, Claire?" As my wife started to reply, Sue quickly said "Hey, both of you! Please don't be shy or embarrassed with me. I've seen, tried and done things you haven't even dreamed about. I've made things a lot stranger than neck corsets. And whatever your life-style - whatever turns you on - as long as it is sane, safe and consensual then why not? "But you do want one, don't you Claire?" she asked again, this time with a huge grin. That caused a similar one to grow on my wife's face and she nodded vigorously. "Oh yes, please Sue. I can just picture Diane strutting about the house in her highest heels, wearing both of these corsets and looking so delightfully helpless." She turned her head to face me. "And you'd love to feel that way too, wouldn't you, Honey?" There was no way I could nod. Looking down as much as I could meant the pressure on my lower jaw stopped me speaking as well. However, my blush gave both of them my answer and they laughed in unison. "If you really want 'helpless,' Claire, would you like to see something else?" She waited for the nod of approval before she opened a cupboard and took out a tapered tube- shape in black leather that had two loops of straps attached. On closer inspection it had lacing across the wider part and a strap and buckle near the thin section. Both loops of straps had nylon adjusters in them with both ends of each strap attached to the wider open end. I don't think Claire could fathom what she was looking at and I certainly couldn't. Sue didn't explain, just told me "Put your arms behind you, Diane." I did so and was lucky to be facing the mirror to watch as she pulled the tapered leather tube over my hands and up my arms to over my elbows. The laces were on the outside between my captured arms. Sue flipped the loops of strapping over the point of each of my shoulders then pulled to tighten them, which forced the whole device further up my arms until my hands were pressed, palm to palm, into the narrow confines of the closed end. Suddenly I realised I was trapped and my arms were totally useless behind me but Sue didn't stop there. She tightened a strap about my wrists, further limiting my movement, then began pulling in the lacing across the back. This drew my elbows slowly together but fortunately she stopped before it became uncomfortable. Sue knotted the laces and stood back with a satisfied grin. "There is 'helpless,' Claire. It is impossible for Diane to get out of that or do anything for herself. She is stuck until we release her, yet it isn't painful or even uncomfortable, is it, Diane?" I went to shake my head, forgetting the neck corset with this new and intense restriction. I was forced to lift my chin a little higher before the back of the corset stopped further movement. It was just enough to permit me to part my jaw enough to speak. "It's not painful but it sure is frustrating! I cannot move my arms at all. I'm ready for it to come off, please." The surprises just kept coming for Sue replied "Well I don't think Claire or I want it to come off just yet so you will have to wait. And by the way, if I wanted to, I could tighten the laces a lot more until your elbows were touching - that could be quite strenuous for you." She turned to Claire with the same big grin and asked "Now, what else can I get for you or Diane?" My wife burst out laughing. "Oh Sue! You are a very special friend and an even more special find! PLEASE will you sell that to me?" "Well, I keep it as a sample but I suppose I can make another sample just as easy if I need to. I don't make too much bondage gear these days although that was my main business a while ago. I've still got a few of my old catalogues. If you'd like one, you can see if there's anything that interests you both. Now, anything else?" "Oh yes," said Claire. "Diane needs more girdles and bras, some slips and night gowns, more stockings and another wig as I'd like her to be able to vary her style. We haven't had chance to see the rest of your stock but, if you have dresses and skirts, she needs those too. Then for me I want pretty much lots of the same!" Sue's eyebrows rose higher and higher as the list was spelt out but her smile grew equally. "Not only my favourite customers but also my best!" she clapped her hands together. "Let's all go out into the shop with a large trolley and see what we can find!" They set off to do just that and made sure I clipped along with them, helpless in my bondage. We must have spent well over another hour that saw matching sets of bras and girdles for me, in a whole range of colours, tossed in the trolley. Then slips, petticoats and chemises in soft satins and nylon were added, with Claire choosing just as much for herself. It was so frustrating for me to see all this finery and not be able to touch or stroke the wonderful softness. At one point when we were looking at bras for Claire, Sue had insisted on measuring her to ensure the right fit. Claire was amazed to find herself a 36DD instead of the 36D she had been wearing and she thanked Sue for the greater comfort she immediately found. Over thirty pairs of stockings of different styles and colours were selected before we moved into the outerwear section. There the stock was limited but had enough of a variety for Claire and Sue to find a range of blouses, skirts and dresses for every day and smart occasions for me. Fortunately Claire also found lots she liked. The choice of wigs was much more limited with only one being approved by the girls. It was exactly the same cut and style as mine but in black. Although I couldn't see it, both of them cooed with approval and it was placed, still on its foam head, on top of the heaped trolley which Sue wheeled over to the till and counter. "Come on Diane," Sue said as she walked back to her work room. "Let's get you out of that single-sleeve, now." I happily followed her and stood meekly as she quickly released me. What a relief to have my arms free once more - but part of me had loved the experience! She sat me down and started unlacing the neck corset when Claire asked "Will you make one of those for Diane, please? I love what it does for her and I can tell she loved the feeling of having to wear it." I blushed again while Sue finished the unlacing. She prevented my standing and, grabbing her tape and a pad, measured around my neck in a couple of places as well as down the side from jaw to shoulder. As she noted down the last one she asked "Colour and lockable?" to Claire. "Oh, it has to be black, please and definitely lockable. Thanks Sue." How come no-one asked me for my opinion?! That was effectively answered as my wife looked at me and told me "You will wear that corset home, Diane, so let me help you dress." It was fortunate she did help as I couldn't have managed to bend enough to step into my slip. I did, however, manage the dress and found it decidedly loose in the waist. While we were busy, Sue collected my new corsets and the arm-binder, which she called a 'single-sleeve,' and walked through to ring up our huge purchase. By the time we joined her she had rung up most of it and we helped by starting to load it all into large plastic bags and at last I got to caress some of the lovely silky items! Sue showed us that she'd included the wig, bra and breast-forms we'd taken two weeks ago and that she'd given us a very nice discount. The total was still a huge amount. However, she had been so good to us we now felt we were friends and, because we could now afford it, I mentally added the discount back on plus a rather large tip. I gave her my debit card and told her the amount to charge. I watched in delight as her jaw dropped in shock and she asked if I was serious. I grinned back at her and said she either charged what I said or she could take the whole lot back! When she handed my card back she came around the counter, stretched up and hugged me to kiss me on the lips! Then she did the same to Claire. "When I first saw you both I knew how much you loved and were right for each other. Also that you were different from the rest. You seemed special and I'll tell you now, I usually take a month for making corsets, but I wanted you both to have them as soon as possible. I've never made one so fast as the training corset you're wearing, Diane, but it was a labour of love. Tonight has been so much fun, too. Just remember if there is anything special you want, if I can't make it I bet I know who can." We chatted some more and I told Sue that our friend Zoe was likely to call her. I added that we'd told Zoe how cross-dresser friendly she had been on out first visit and Sue thanked us for the referral. Claire and I made the several trips to load all the bags into the car and I learnt much more about my restrictive corset! When we were done the boot and the back seat were full. We stepped back inside to say good bye and Sue presented one more large bag. "This is for you as a bonus present, Claire. It's a few things that might give you some naughty ideas, but don't let Diane see or it'll spoil the surprise - or surprises!" After more hugs and kisses we returned to the car and I had difficulty getting in, wearing such a restrictive corset. Claire laughed at my struggles and said "Let me drive, Honey. You'll have more room in the passenger seat!" I was grateful as I'd never have driven safely, trussed up as I was. It took the same number of trips to unload the car and carry it all through to our bedroom and I felt quite tired when we were done. We decided not to put it away until the morning after we'd had a good chance to see and try all we'd bought. I remembered my invite to Carol and Claire was more than happy with my decision but replied that there were several things she wouldn't be seeing and I agreed! In between loads, Claire had ordered Chinese and just then the bell announced it delivery. I begged Claire to take off my corset as I'd never have been able to swallow a thing whilst wearing it and, after a lot of teasing about how that would help my figure, she relented - on condition she could replace it with the single sleeve! I tried to talk her out of it but she knew how much I needed release from the corset so eventually I agreed. Oh the feeling of freedom as we stripped that corset from my body - yet, crazily, a small part of me had loved how helpless I had felt when imprisoned in its relentless squeeze. The corset was replaced with a sexy black satin garter belt, then I grudgingly let my arms be trapped once more in their leather confinement and Claire led me into our snug with its sunken lounge. She was back quite soon with a tray loaded with the dishes she'd ordered and complete with a bottle of wine. We spent the next half-hour giggling as Claire alternatively spoon -fed me and held a glass for me to sip. Like everything with Claire, it was fun and very intimate but there was no doubting that she was loving her dominance more and more. With the meal demolished and the wine nearly finished, Claire wiped the last traces of food from my lips and kissed me. The kiss grew longer and more serious than I think she had intended, yet I could do nothing about it. Nor, moments later, could I prevent her hand sliding under my forms to caress, squeeze and tease my nipples. I cannot explain how arousing it was when she sat up and removed my forms, then unhooked my bra and hiked it up onto my shoulders. Her look into my eye was scary in its bossiness - then I watched as her face moved down to my chest and her mouth closed over my left nipple. I could do absolutely nothing but wriggle ineffectively as she sucked and chewed -quite hard at times, moving back and forth from one nipple to the other. The pain, the pleasure and the feeling of helplessness grew rapidly together - as did my cock as it fought the restraint of its own prison, the panty-girdle. Soon I was pleading with her to fuck me and let me cum. At last she leaned back and released me, a triumphant gleam in her eyes. "I told you I wanted you to have more sensitive girly nipples, didn't I, Slut? Now I play with them and soon you are begging me to fuck you! But no - there is something else has to happen before you get to cum." She rose to her feet and left the room as I tried to work out what she meant. Before I had, she returned................................and I saw the hormone cream-pot in her gloved hand. However my need for sexual release was so great that even the pain and discomfort I knew was coming - for there was no way for me to escape it - meant at least I would get to cum! In no time I was squirming into the leather backrest as her fingers creamed and rubbed and squeezed and tugged in their nightly ritual, yet I heard my own moans of pleasure and arousal before they turned into squeals of protest. Suddenly I was pushed flat on the leather cushions and my panty dragged from my hips. My erection sprang from its confinement and was immediately swallowed by Claire's dripping pussy. She wasted no time before starting a rapid, penetrating motion and grabbing my nipples to tweak them firmly. Once more the pain/pleasure syndrome overcame me as, with my useless arms trapped beneath me, I came violently into the body riding me and screamed out my love at the top of my voice. That triggered Claire and she shouted out too as she climaxed. Gradually she slowed, then collapsed on my chest. It took ages for our heart rates to return to normal. At last Claire sat up and pulled me up too. She released the shoulder and wrist straps and tugged the arm-binder from my limbs. I shrugged it aside and wrapped her in my arms as tight as I could. For her part she was content to be held and she snuggled in to my embrace. No words were said and we both drifted into a satisfied sleep for almost an hour. Eventually we made our way to the bedroom, removed our make-up, changed into our nightwear and snuggled together. We were back to sleep in minutes.