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AGAIN, she had kept Jason partially sedated for most of the day while he
lay naked and semi-conscious snuggled in the satin sheets and bedspread
of her spare room, the one poor Georgie Porgy had called his own. Bless
his little sheer nylons, she laughed to herself as six o'clock
approached and Jason's hour of destiny.
Back in her own boudoir, Margaret was smoothing a midnight black full
taffeta slip over her equally black and immaculate corselette,
highlighted by front, back and side panels in gossamer satin,
embroidered in a fine white lace pattern.
Her hands and arms, wrapped in elbow length satin gloves, closed the
side zip as the tailored garment of heavy taffeta shaped around her
bust, waist and thighs. It fell just above the knee where if fanned out
downwards and out into 12 inches of stiffened taffeta and satin. At the
front, two black satin bows decorated this fabulous slip, with two more
around the back. Margaret was full of admiration for the workwomanship
that had gone into the making of this heavenly underskirt, turning now
and again in her tall mirror to admire her outline and catch the
flouncing frilly hem and bows as she stroked her slip and nylons while
tottering on gleaming black 6inch heels.
The coup de grace, though, still awaited. Madame Lafayette had
instructed her dress makers to mould several frocks all based on a
single design and as a consequence she was sending them out to her very
best clients to test the water for further production.
She called them her Seduction line, soft and sensual and all made of the
finest and most expensive slipper satin. Essentially, she told
customers, that once you were trapped in this wondrous frock, it
literally gripped every curve and nerve in your body, its every touch a
suggestion, its very movement on your body and lingerie a sensation and
an instruction that had to be obeyed. In short, you were a captive
audience to its will once zipped inside.
Margaret didn't believe it for a moment though as Madame Lafayette
explained it to her close friends and best clientele at her shop, she
had to admit to a certain sexual frisson and tension in the air of her
private changing chamber, especially as two of her staff were adorned in
the garments and slowly and somewhat aroused, touched each other's
frocks with rapturous delight.
She minced to her wardrobe with the swish of her nylons and fabulous
full slip echoing in the bedroom and delicately picked her 'Seduction'
frock from a satin lined coat hanger.
It was in voluptuous emerald green, short satin sleeves protruding from
a square shaped neckline with double breasted large buttons accentuating
the bust and nipped-in bodice, below which the pencil skirt tailored
tightly down to a thick edging of slipper satin that flared out just
below the knee-line.
Swathed in her satin gloves, she did not experience the full lushness of
the slipper satin but as she bent her knees slightly and began slowly
pulling up the frock over the nylon calves then the taffeta slip, she
could feel the sleek satin lining slithering up over her thighs and then
over her slip as she tugged and wiggled to bring it into place over the
satin panels of her corselette.
Gosh, it was tight she thought but luckily the satin restraining panels
of her undergarments and the sheerness of both her petticoat and frock
lining helped ease it up so that she could pull the lined bodice and
neckline up and over her shoulders. Deftly she adjusted the skirt part
before enclosing her body in the frock with a swift closure of the long
back zip. zzzppp, it went and she was in, totally encased in the
majestic garment.
The stiffened frill of her slip pushed out the satin flare below the
knee and as she tried to move around the room, she almost felt as if the
slipper satin frock was guiding her every movement.
It seemed to embrace her from her satin bra cups, through the tightest
of bodices and down through the pencil skirt which allowed minimum
movement as Margaret tottered on her 6in heels to smooth and settle her
frock in front of the mirror, the ten suspenders clips of her gorgeous
undergarment slightly pushing at the material on her thighs.
She had already laid out Jason's options in the front room so before she
awoke him, she had one last admiring glance in her mirror, applied
another coating of lipstick and walked as briskly as the frock would
consent into her young captive's bedroom.
As she glided along, the skirt's flare bobbled, floated and rustled
seductively in tandem with the rest of her body and lingerie, her tender
kiss and cool satin fingers luring Jason from his half slumber.
"Time to get up sweetheart. I have a little surprise for you," Margaret
whispered as she leant over Jason, her fragrance and lipstick kiss
instantly bringing him out of a deep erotic reverie involving goodness
knew what.
"Go to the bathroom and come and join me in the other room."
Five minutes later, Jason was still in a dream-like state but he emerged
to announce that he had arranged to meet some friends for a drink that
night and he could not let them down again.
"That's OK darling," Margaret replied. "I have your clothes here sweetie
by the side of me. The choice is yours of course. If you want to go out
and meet your friends, here are your clothes nicely pressed and clean.
Or I have a few boxes here, delicately tied with satin ribbon, which we
can open. But once I have opened one box, we have to put your boys'
clothes away and your 'lads'," she accentuated the word, "will have to
wait another night for a pint."
Margaret reclined in the lush cushions of her large settee and eyed the
set of clothes and boxes on either side of her. She crossed her legs,
smoothed her skirt and nylons and allowed one of her heels to dangle
gently from her pedicured toes and feet. Jason's fuzziness was
gradually fading and he could now focus on the woman reclining on the
settee. As he surveyed the scene, he noted the gleaming high heels and
sheer black stockings, her satin gloves lovingly caressing her satin
frock around her thighs. It reminded him so much of his childhood when
as literally the blue-eyed boy of his family circle, he was often the
page boy at weddings.
How he hated having to dress so formally as a little boy and then always
being cuddled and kissed by a succession of aunts and bridesmaids and
mothers-of-the-bride. And yet the more he reflected on it nowadays, he
recalled the satin frocks, the rustling taffeta petticoats, lush
lipstick and perfume that seemed to immerse him on such occasions and
how once, when a particularly large and distant aunt had picked him up
and whisked him off to a small private room at a function, swathing in
her pink satin gloves, he had felt an urge deep inside that bristled up
his back as she sat him on her expansive lap and the pink satin frock
from which her entire body seemed to be bulging.
Jason thought it was the rustle of her undergarments or the way she
tousled his hair and caressed his cherub face with her satin gloves,
enveloping him with red lipstick kisses on his cheek and forehead and
whispering in his ear what a lovely obedient little boy has. It was when
she ran her gloves over his thigh one last time and rubbed his tiny but
erect penis through his velvet page trousers that he had first
ejaculation, at the age of seven.
"Oh diddums, what a little poppet you are sweetie," the aunt had
murmured as she brought him to a peak and he felt that she too was
writhing in some sort of perverted pleasure beneath her satin frock and
underskirts.
Jason could not think why he was suddenly thinking about the incident
but whatever the memory, he was now standing before Margaret with the
most enormous erection.
"My my, Jason, are you pleased to see me...or perhaps something else
darling?"
"I'm I'mmm not sure, Mrs Taylor."
"Well come and sit beside me and make your mind up. I am getting a
little impatient." With that Margaret crossed her legs once more, hissed
her nylons and patted a spare place at her left hand on the ample-sized
sofa , teasing and fingering the satin ribbons on the lush boxes that
lay on her other side.
Reluctantly Jason took up her offer. She crossed her legs and swished
her nylons again in edging a little closer to the teenager, who was
totally out of his depth. "Now, what is to be Jason?" she asked ensuring
that Jason was out of arm's reach. She wanted to reach out and stroke
his member or his face but she guessed the more he sat so close to this
satin vision of beauty without touching it, the more he would yearn for
attention.
She was right. He instinctively put his left arm on her thighs and in
doing so exhaled a deep shivering sigh while Margaret trapped his hand
on the frock with her satin glove.
His eyes were glazed. Margaret could see that. He needed a little prod.
"Shall we get rid of these horrible old clothes and open some boxes
darling. Would diddums like that?"
Jason nodded, unable to speak.
"There there. Now first I'll put your clothes over here out of the way."
Margaret arose to the swishing of taffeta and nylon, smoothing her skirt
over the satin-lined rear of her corselette as Jason watched her dispose
of his clothes in a black bin liner and then into a cupboard. She bent
over deliberately, her heels gleaming, her seams prominent and the
ruffle at the bottom of her skirt swirling and rustling as she placed
the bin liner in her cupboard before again deliberately stroking the
curve of her posterior encased in her corselette.
She stood before him now. Jason was transfixed looking at the frilly hem
of her frock and the stiffened taffeta of her slip that peeped out
beneath.
"There, do you like staring at the hem of my skirt, it's such a nice
positon for all little boys. Something so sensual about the hemline of a
skirt, the sheer nylons disappearing underneath and a taffeta petticoat
waiting to caress those stockings. It's quite delicious and only natural
for little boys to be lost in a daze looking at it."
Margaret did not wait for a response. She opened the first of the boxes,
black with a black satin ribbon and revealed a black long-line girdle of
formidable proportions with eight suspenders dangling ominously from its
open bottom.
"Come now, stand up and let's snap you into this."
Jason obeyed though he did not know why. He had never before worn female
garments, or at least not his knowledge, but now he felt compelled to
step into this restraining girdle.
"That's it darling, it's a bit tight but you have such a perfect body,
this will glide over you."
Margaret guided the girdle up and over Jason's posterior and his by now
rigid erection, the stiffened satin panels all around tightening on his
tummy while he was sealed in by two side zips and a hook-and-eye
fastening on both sides. It was huge and long and covered most of
Jason's upper body, zipping up just below his armpits while his eight
thick garters and metal attachments hung down several inches below his
waist.
"Now some sheer nylons to cover those silky white legs up darling?" and
Margaret produced a pair of seamed black stockings from the same box and
allowed Jason to smell their odour and feel the gossamer material by
stroking it gently over his cheeks and nose.
"Sit down pet. We'll have them on in a few ticks," though Margaret did
dawdle more than once as she unleashed the stockings and skilfully ran
them up Jason's calves and legs before fastening each metal clip tautly
to the darkened welt of the nylons. She smoothed the stockings once or
thrice before opening a smaller pink box which contained a pair of 5inch
black stilettos. She grasped Jason's calves tenderly, running her satin
gloves up the seam of the stockings, and forced his tiny size 7 feet
into the towering heels.
"A perfect fit, what luck?" Margaret announced though luck had nothing
to do with it.
By now Jason was a merely putty in her hands, his senses beyond shot as
she pulled him to his feet and began smooching cheek to cheek with her
feminised little cherub.
"Just one more box darling then we can forget about all those nasty lads
and their silly night out, can't we pet?"
In truth Jason had totally forgotten anyway but the mention jolted
something inside.
"Mrs Taylor, I really should be going to meet them. I've let them down
so badly over the last few weeks." But Mrs Taylor was not listening.
Instead, she had opened the last box, a flat purple affair with a tiny
pink bow attached to the lid, a trademark of Madame Lafayette's stock.
From the soft tissue and satin lining of the box, Margaret pulled out a
black fully tailored half slip, with two layers of thick nylon and
taffeta, with a stiffened flared hem similar to the one she was already
wearing.
"Just try this on sweetheart, just for me darling. Won't you?" she
whispered, swaying towards him, her satin gloves smoothing down the slip
and puffing it out at the bottom to create a pleasing rustle.
Jason was once more mesmerized. Any notion of meeting his friends had
vanished.
"Lift those luscious legs, darling. That's it. One at a time and we'll
just slide this slowly, ever so slowly, up those silky nylons shall we?
"Mmmm do you like the pretty bows on the hem sweetie. One pink, one
purple, front and back, so like Madame Lafayette!" and Margaret bent
over and stroked the bows while fiddling with Jason's hem and smoothing
his slip into place.
As she stood up, she allowed her hands to rise up the immaculate slip
and then fondled his backside through the taffeta and satin panels of
his girdle.
She flirted outrageously with him, allowing him to touch her slipper
satin frock while she petted and kissed his fevered lips and brow. Even
with his 5in heels, Jason was still a few inches shorter than Margaret,
and she loved cupping the cheeks of his posterior and smoothing her
gloves over his blond hair and choir boy features.
Poor Jason. All hope of escape had been abandoned when Margaret
displayed that beautiful half slip. He knew he should resist but for no
good explanation, he just could not. His erection combined with an
irresistible yearning to have the taffeta petticoat encase his sheer
nylons had betrayed him. When Margaret relaxed for a moment to powder
her nose and freshen her lipstick, he felt positively faint.
Perhaps just as well then that she hauled him down to the sofa and
continued to grope him at her will. Jason's feeble response was a brief
feel of her frock and now and again her nylons if Margaret allowed. But
she was in complete control and if she was honest, quite enjoying it.
She daintily pulled up his slip now and again to taunt his erect member,
then would just as daintily pull it back down and continue caressing his
nyloned thighs through the taffeta slip, all the while kissing and
cuddling her subdued and utterly bewildered young partner. Part of her
wanted this little blond-haired boy in her bed now, hands bound to
pleasure her at her will. But that would come later if she wanted.
Things were going to plan and she did not want to deviate from it.
She had completed the first part her mission tonight. The second part
would be as stunning to Jason as it would be life-changing.
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