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Not so usual disclaimer
At last back to work? It has been over a year since I last posted a story.I would like to thank all my readers and particularly those who took the timeto send a mail.
This story is not strictly speaking a Lydia von Sklaverei's story. She ismentioned but not present. Maybe she will make an appearance in a later partof that story; I do not know it myself. This story has a theme which struckmy fancy some time ago. A capture using the most delightful of all femininegarments, the wedding gown. I must give credit to Myriam Grey for some of theelements in the following story. She has written a wonderful story called InstantBride. It has a TG theme, so be warned.
I am trying to create a ?coherent' world (or as coherent as a world basedon fetishism can be?). No element is innocent. I will detail some of the featuresof this world in the next installments of that story. Do not worry; it willnot take another year. If you want to write spin-offs, parallel histories orre-use some of my characters in other histories, go on. I do not mind if mycreations live without my knowledge. However if you post a story, do it ona free site, please and drop me a line. I will not interfere, but I like toknow where my characters are heading to avoid inconsistencies.
Feedback is valued. Whatever you have to say, send it. Ideas are also welcome.
Legal boring stuff, I have to say this, so I will try to make it a bit entertaining.
This is a work of friction. It means you can rub it wherever you want. Errr? No,in fact I meant this is a work of fiction? Any similarity to any person, deador alive would be generally coincidental and quite amazing. If there is anyperson called Lydia von Sklaverei out there, I am really sorry, that name wasnot in the phone book, so I thought it was safe to use it.
Any similarity to events, past, present or future would be quite astonishing.If it is however the case, drop me a line, I will come to join the fun rightaway.
I used a few names, well known to the readers of a famous American author.If she ever reads this, let it be known I used those names due to my admirationfor her works and I hope she will not be offended.
If any minor is reading this, well kid, do not read any further. This is notfor you! I know this sounds pissing off and enticing at the same time, butthis is grown-ups' stuff. Do not pollute your mind just yet with those thoughts,even if I suspect you have seen enough porn movies to give you a much degradedconception of love in general and sex in particular. If you are parents, justmake sure your kids do not stumble on these texts?
I own the copyright for this work, but I do not intend to make use of it aslong as none is making profit from it. This is intended as a free entertainment.
And now let's get to the goods!
The Madam Moriarty Club: Satin 1 ? Bridal Capture
She did not know when things had gone awry. Well, she knew when she had gotthat packet, which had started her downfall, but she did not know what hadcaused its delivery to her in the first place.
There she was, in a white satin teddy which would have been qualified as gorgeous,were it not for the fact the sleeves were fashioned after a straitjacket andher arms where thus crossed under her bosom, with no chance of moving themand no chance of removing that accursed garment. She had tried to slip it overher head, but it was of no use: each time she had tried, she had felt the garterbelt around her waist move a bit and then effectively stop any further attempt.It seemed the teddy and the garter belt were fixed together.
For perhaps the hundredth time, she looked around and studied her prison.She was in a beautiful room, elegantly and femininely furnished. The bed, onwhich she was lying, was at the center of this room. A monstrous king-sizedfour-poster affair of a bed. The sheets were satin like her teddy. When shehad tried to get up from this bed, she had discovered that her feet were chainedto the board at the end of the bed. This somehow did not surprise her. Whatwas the point of putting her in a sexy but inescapable teddy prison if it wasto let her wander at will.
She laid down on the bed, looking upwards. A mirror was fixed to the ceiling,allowing her to see her whole body. She was trapped in that peculiar teddy.Her legs were in clad in sheer stockings. She could discern the cuffs aroundher ankles. However, the chain holding her feet was nowhere to be seen. Andyet, as she shifted her legs on the bed, she felt the tug of a fetter.
She gave up her useless attempts and went back to the moment when everythinghad gone out of hand.
She had been alone in her small suburban house. She was looking forward tothat day of inactivity. As a secretary in a lawyer's office, she did not havemuch time for herself. She was always ushering clients into her boss' officeand preparing his appointments. Even during week-ends, she had to work to preparethose blasted files for her boss. And it was not the satisfaction of havingher own desk with her name plate reading ?Erika Mayfair' that could compensatethat.
Some clients were quite shady. She remembered that lady surgeon, Doctor Lydiavon Something. She was, according to the files she saw, a top-notch surgeon,who had invented revolutionary techniques in plastic surgery. She had beenfired from her former hospital because she was accused of stepping over theboundaries of ethics. What this meant, Erika could not even begin to guess? Herthoughts were drifting between embezzling money from the hospital to gruesomeexperiments on helpless patients. The lady herself was supremely impressive.A regal and haughty bearing, a strong jaw, blue eyes, blond hair coiled ina severe bun, she was a vision of strength all packed up in a specially tailoredbusiness suit. She was not walking through the office; she was simply enteringa conquered domain. A cold voice, which sent shivers down Erika's spine, asif the lady was somehow not entirely subjected to human feelings but nonethelesstried to counterfeit them for normality's sake.
And there was that other one. She was not as frightening as the doctor, butsomehow even more disturbing. She was a new client. Her name was Vanessa Whateley.When she had walked into the office, Erika barely stifled a gasp. That womanwas gorgeous. A tall redhead with sparkling green eyes, delicate features;Erika could not help but feel a sudden pang of jealousy. And the fact she wasobviously filthy rich did not help ease that feeling. When she had addressedErika, it had been in a low and sultry voice which literally oozed seduction.
?Would you please warn Mister O'Neill, that Vanessa Whateley has arrived??
Erika had stared for a couple of seconds and then had stammered: ?Of course,But did you have a meeting arranged with him??
Again the same low voice? ?No, my dear. But I am pretty sure he will be ableto find a few minutes to take care of my problems. It is of no importance ifhe cannot meet me right away. Waiting for him in your company will surely notprove a torture?? Taken aback, Erika had called on the internal phone. Whenshe had said the name, she had been sure she had heard an excited squeal atthe other end of the line. Two seconds later, the door to her boss' officehad violently opened, her boss looking as if he had tried to wrench that dooropen in his haste to see his new client. The hinges had even given a faintcreaking sound which bid no good?
As Erika was thinking about those past times, her eyes drifted once againto the mirror. There she was, a brunette with green eyes and delicate features,an inheritance of both her deceased parents. Her mother had been a Japanesebeauty her father had one day brought back from one of his numerous trips.He was an Irish man, raised in Saint-Louis . He gave her a famous family namein Louisiana . He told her he had had no contact with the main branch of theMayfairs since decades, mainly because the old guardian of the main branchCarlotta Mayfair was an old bigoted crazy foul who did not care for the offspringOncle Julien had left in the Irish parts of the City. So, rejected by his family,he had built his own affair independently? Her mother was a silent woman. However,a smile was always on her face which emphasized her extraordinary beauty? Theyhad passed away in an airplane accident, on one of the trips her father insistedon doing ?to keep an eye on the ever-changing world' as he said.
And then her tricky mind drifted to that fateful Saturday morning when shehad been abducted. By whom and for what purpose, she had no idea, even if shehad suspicions on the latter considering her present outfit?
It had come as an innocent-looking packet. She had been awakened by her door-ring.Groaning, she had turned on her bed, refusing to get up. And then, the ringinghad gone on. Whoever had the nerve to wake her up on a Saturday morning atbarely 9 sure wanted to see her. She got up wearily, put her night robe onand went down to her door. The ringing had not stopped, even becoming in themeantime more insistent.
?All right, all right, I'm coming!?
She fumbled with her keys and finally opened her door. On her door step wasstanding a tall raven-haired woman in an immaculate suit with a small equallyimmaculate suitcase at her feet.
?Hello!? proclaimed the intruder ?I trust you are Miss Erika Mayfair? Youhave been chosen to test our brand-new wedding kit! If you will just sign her??
She had thrust a clipboard into Erika's hands along with a pen and indicatedan empty box in which to sign. Erika was totally baffled.
?But I am not getting married! What is the meaning of this??
The delivery woman looked at her and then laughed good-naturedly. ?But youare Miss Erika Mayfair? Then you are the winner of one of our special weddingkit. If you try it, I am convinced you will never see a wedding gown the sameway!?
Erika sighed, aware that this woman would never leave her alone if she didnot accept all her conditions right away.
?Okay, okay, I am taking it. Just put it in my living room.?
?Very well, Miss!?
One minute later, the white suitcase was sitting in the middle of her livingroom, the formulary handed by the delivery woman signed and the delivery womanherself was led to the door by an annoyed Erika. Before being ushered out ofthe house, the delivery woman piped in a last time ?This kit will truly changeyour perception on wedding gowns!? ?I'm sure it will.? grunted Erika. ?Havea nice day!? declared cheerfully the delivery woman just before Erika's doorslammed in her face. Her smile then faltered to be replaced with a wicked grin. ?Itwill certainly change your perception on weddings in general and on weddinggowns in particular, Miss Stuck-up. And it will most certainly be a nice day.For one of us, that is.? She then left Erika's doorstep and went back to hervan. All she had to do now was to wait.
Erika was sprawled on her couch in her living-room. She was eyeing the suitcasewith a mixture of scorn (mainly caused by its early appearance), curiosityand trepidation. She was not exactly a romantic, but she had to admit, thethought of a wedding gown was something she always found? stimulating. It wasthe epitome of femininity and she did not know a woman who could resist it.Getting up, she marched to the suitcase. Opening the top, she first discoveredan array of beauty products which would make the joy of a professional beautician.There was among them some bathing products made specifically or at least sothe label claimed ?for the delicate skin of the bride to be.? Alongside itwas a, as the label proclaimed, ?special shampoo for the bride's hair, joyand marvel of the brides.? Giggling, Erika picked up both tubes and went toher bathroom. She filled her tub and poured some of the content of the firsttube in her bath, before getting into it and using the rest to wash herself.The smell was intensely feminine, flowery and soft. Erika had no trouble imagininga bride on the morning of her wedding using those products. Unconsciously,her hands, which were busy washing her body, drifted downwards to her crotchand while she fantasized about her handsome imaginary husband began to franticallywork on her clitoris and pussy. She was soon panting and not long afterwards,she let out a guttural groan, indicating she had achieved release. Pullingherself together, Erika giggled, thinking it was quite appropriate to get herselfall wet in her bath. While reclining in her tub, her gaze wandered, beforefalling on the shampoo sitting on a tablet beside her tub. ?Well,? she thought ?ifthe bath products have so intense an effect, I can't begin to imagine whatthe shampoo will do.? She reached for the shampoo tub, poured some into herpalm and began working on her scalp. ?Whatever that product is, it certainlyhas a devastating effect? thought Erika when her head began to tingle. Shewas soon pouring some more shampoo into her palm and massaging her scalp. Whenthe tube was empty, she washed her hair. Incredulously, after she had gottenout of her tub and dried her normally mousy hair, she remarked it was now shinyand healthy looking, like never before. ?Wow, I should try and get some ofthe same brand, it sure is effective??
Getting back downstairs, refreshed and now considerably more good-humored,she lifted the panel on which the rest of the beauty products was and divedfurther into the box. She retrieved a gorgeous white satin wedding gown. Shehung it carefully, admiring the gorgeous matter as it settled into its naturalfolds. It was truly a work of art. Even before being worn, one could see thewoman wearing it would have all her curves emphasized and highlighted. It wasa promise of a hot and sex-filled night in itself and yet with enough retinueto hint towards a mutinous virginity? Under where the gown had been, Erikafound the other garments a bride would wear, all in white satin, all gorgeous,all irresistibly sexy. And in the middle of it, a white box with the words ?Honeymoonpreparation? etched in red letters on it. Reaching for it, she pulled it outof the box. Inside was a strange device, lying on a white satin bed. It lookedlike a scorpion without the pincers and with a ball instead of a spike at theend of its tail. There was a note, reading: ?this is the ultimate device toprepare the bride in anticipation of the honeymoon. Place the vaginal stimulatoron your opening, the caudal ball against your anus and let the device guideyou to the altar?? Erika watched the device closely. There was some kind oftiny dildo on the part designed to go into her vagina. And the ball lookedquite harmless. Shrugging, she shed the towel she had worn after her bath andput the device to her opening and guided the ball to her anus. At first shefelt nothing. And then just as she was preparing to remove it, disappointed,she felt a tingling in her groin. The device suddenly began to provoke wavesof pleasure in her body. And yet, it also seemed to prevent an excess of stimulation.It was making her hot but did not allow an orgasm. After a few minutes, Erikadecided it was indeed a very good way to prepare a bride for her honeymoon,since it would make her so horny, she would do anything to get some release.The sensations then seemed to recede a little. Erika decided it was time togo on with her dressing.
She put on a pair of trimmed satin panties, buckled the garter belt aroundher waist and rolled the stockings up her legs. She enjoyed the feeling ofdragging that sheer material along her legs, savoring the caress. She clippedthe top of the stockings to the six garters dangling from the belt. She thenput on the strapless bra provided in the box. It emphasized her breasts, makingthem look bigger than usual and extremely inviting.
She then went back to her bathroom to apply the make-up which was in the box.It was a very discreet make-up, just some eye shadow, a bit of mascara on alight colored foundation. After applying the soft lipstick, she looked intoher mirror and decided she had not looked that good since years if ever.
Getting back downstairs, she picked up the gloves from the box and slippedthem on. Like the rest of the garments, they were made of white satin, butmost interesting, they fitted her perfectly. The rest of the garments alsodid, but somehow, she had dismissed it as a coincidence. Now she was beginningto wonder how they could have gotten her measures. Shrugging she went backto the task at hand. She contemplated the gown. It was a gorgeous model withseveral layers of petticoats, a small décolleté with some almosttransparent matter stretched on it. It zipped up in the back. At the base ofher spine, just before the curve of the petticoats, a big wide satin bow wasnestled. Before putting the gown on, Erika searched once again in the box.She retrieved a pair of knee-high white high-heeled leather boots. The heelswere in fact quite high, but she guessed, the bride would look all the moreimpressive in those boots. The funniest on their boots were however the twobows fixed at calf height above the heels.
She laid the boots aside and picked up a box lying at the bottom of the box.The red words etched to the surface read: ?Jewels for the bride.? Chuckling,Erika opened the box and discovered a choker and a tiara. There were clipson the tiara to affix the veil Erika then fished out of the box.
Erika got up and opening the back of the gown, put it on the floor like awhite satin circle. She stepped into that circle and bending over worked thegown up her body. The long sleeves puffed around her shoulders before becomingnarrower and enveloping snugly her wrists. Zipping the gown should have proveda challenge, but once again, its creators had been extremely clever and hadattached a string to the zip in the back. It allowed her to zip the gown shutwithout all sorts of unseemly contortions. She then arranged her petticoatsaround her as she sat down and put the boots on. They fit her snugly but comfortably.Once again, Erika wondered how they had got hold of her measurements but dismissedthat thought for later treatment.
Remained only the choker, the tiara and the veil. Erika examined the choker.It was a white leather choker, a bit wide but nonetheless pretty. There wasa small metal rose etched to the front of the choker. Erika put it on. It wascomfortable, even if a bit unusual. She then picked up the tiara, perched iton top of her head and took the veil. She went to the full-length mirror whichwas in a corner of her living room and attached the veil, completing the imageof the bride. She was simply gorgeous. She looked at herself up and down, detailingeverything and she had to admit, she found nothing to reproach. She was perfect.
And then as her hands had brushed against the sides of the gown, the big bowin her back uncoiled itself and like two twin snakes, the two ends stroke.They coiled themselves around her wrists and brought them back to the smallof her back where they affixed them solidly. Stunned by the attack, Erika stumbleda few steps backward. She fell on her couch. Just then the bows on her bootsuncoiled too and, encircling the opposite ankle, deprived her of the use ofher legs too. Too shocked to react, Erika laid on her couch, unable to think.She did not hear her door open. She did not hear the footsteps approaching.Only did she realize she was not alone when a hand lifted her veil. She openedher mouth to ask for help? and bit down on a rubber ball as a white ball-gagwas forced between her teeth and buckled tight. She was then propped up againstthe cushions of her couch. The veil was replaced, but not before she caughta glimpse of the sneering face of the delivery woman who had brought her thatbox?
?So? Did you enjoy your wedding kit? Well, now that you're correctly packaged,it is time to bring you to your spouse? But we would not want you to spoilthe moment by struggling? So I am afraid I will have to put you to sleep? Pleasantdreams, sweetheart?? The woman had taken a small gas-mask from a pocket and,slipping it underneath her veil, had applied it to her nose and mouth. Aftera few reluctant but necessary breaths, Erika had felt like the room was spinningaround her? Her last vision before falling asleep had been a white veil, theveil of her wedding gown?
And now, as she was waiting for her abductor, on that bed, in those clothes,she could not help but wonder who had gone to those extents to abduct her.And what was with all that satin? As Erika was reflecting on those grim subjects,she heard a rummaging in the lock. She was about to know who had done thisto her and even more importantly, who was, to imitate that delivery woman,her spouse?
To be continued off course?
What is next to come? Well, Erika will come a lot but we will also discoverwho her abductor is. And Erika is caught in a very large web? What is the MadamMoriarty Club? That must be explained since it is part of the title? Well? Abit of patience, please dear readers? See you soon, same bat-time, same bat-site!
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