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A Nice Way To Spend A Cold Morning.
-- G Man
They ran into each other at the front door. He was just on his way out andCheyenne was on her way in.
?Greetings,? he said with a smile, pulling his coat on. He stopped long enoughto give Cheyenne a friendly kiss.
?Gabrielle up yet?? Cheyenne asked.
?She's still in bed.?
?She remembers what we were supposed to do today, doesn't she??
? I think so, but she wouldn't get up.? He fished his car keys out of hiscoat pocket and headed out the door as Cheyenne went inside. ?Maybe you'llhave better luck with her. I gotta go. There's coffee in the kitchen. It'sfresh. You two have fun.? Cheyenne watched him walk out to his car, his breathvisible in the autumn morning air. She closed the door and hung her leathercoat in the hall closet.
Cheyenne was a tall, willowy woman with a lithe body and long blond hair.A pair of tight blue jeans hugged her hips and her narrow waist. Her breastspushed out her top, accentuated by the shirt being tucked in the jeans, drawingthe material tight over her front.
As she was closing the door to the closet, she noticed a pair of plastic garmentbags like those you would get from the dry-cleaners hanging to one side. Thetag from the cleaners was still pinned to the hangar. On it was written ?Cleanand prep ? two leather ?garments'?. ?Garments? was a weird way to refer toit. Usually they would just write ?coat? or ?jacket? or whatever. Cheyenneclosed the door and went deeper into the house. The air seemed a little onthe cool side, as if the heat had been turned down. Not freezing cold, butcertainly chilly enough to keep you in bed under the covers.
?Gabrielle?? There was no answer. Cheyenne headed toward the bedroom. ?Gabrielle??
The door to the bedroom was cracked slightly and Cheyenne peeked in to seea figure underneath the snow-white down comforter, covered completely. Gabrielle'sstrawberry blond hair poked out over the top on a hill of pillows. ?Gabrielle?? Therewas a whimper from the bed and a slight shifting under the sheets. Cheyennepoked her head through the door. ?You gonna get up?? There was another muteprotest, a little more adamant this time. ?Whatever.? Cheyenne went back outand headed toward the kitchen. That coffee he mentioned sounded good and shewould probably need to get Gabrielle started anyway. The house sure did seemchilly. Cheyenne looked at the thermostat on the way and noticed that it read67 degrees. She thought about turning it up, but she was only a guest hereand the control panel on it looked daunting enough for a MIT grad.
Cheyenne fixed two cups of coffee and started to walk back toward the bedroom.The chill of the house was starting to cause her to get goosebumps. She thoughtof that bed that her friend was now in.
The bed was king sized and just the right mix of firm and soft. It had thefluffiest comforter that she had ever seen and on occasion in the winter, ithad a wonderful fitted sheet made out of sheepskin. The pillows were all goosedown, including the ?body? pillows. It was soft, warm, and cozy. Cheyenne hadspent a night or two in that bed with the current occupant and remembered howluxurious it was. She couldn't blame Gabrielle, especially with the house socool. Maybe Gabrielle had the right idea.
?Got you some coffee,? Cheyenne said, re-entering the bedroom and coming overto the bed. Gabrielle sank down deeper into the covers.
?No, thanks.? The folds of down muted her reply. Cheyenne looked at the moundof womanly curves as she stood at the side of the bed. Gabrielle was on thefar side, facing away from her. All that she could see was the hair. Fuck it.
Cheyenne put down the coffee on the vanity and took off her clothes. Gabriellefelt her sliding in with her, a smile on her face.
?Gabrielle?? Cheyenne said seductively as she reached for her lover. ?Gabrielle?wha?whatthe fuck?? Cheyenne 's hands had expected to touch Gabrielle's soft skin andinstead seemed to be touching a strange mix of leather and cold steel. Withsome effort, Gabrielle rolled over and met Cheyenne face to face. Gabriellepushed her body against Cheyenne . Cheyenne probed under the covers, perplexedby what she was discovering.
?I may not be able to join you today,? Gabrielle said apologetically. Cheyennepropped herself up on her right arm and flung the covers down with her left.She let out a small gasp. Gabrielle's splendid body was encased in a superskintight wrap of black leather. From the neck down, not a sliver of skin wasvisible, held prisoner in a diabolical combination of what seemed to be a straightjacket and tight leg sheath. Gabrielle smiled and blushed as Cheyenne movedback to take it all in.
Gabrielle's arms were wrapped around her in long, finger-less sleeves thatdisappeared behind her, framing her bulging breasts and held in place by tightstraps on both upper arms and one strap in front across her middle. The strapsappeared to be of a cut length with no room for adjustment. A silver two-piecebuckle that had a keyhole in its center joined each strap. Obviously a keywould be required to undo them. Cheyenne 's eyes wandered down the black form,noticing how Gabrielle's legs had been forced together into a single columnof black leather, bound tightly. The jacket was tucked into the leg sheathand the two were joined by smaller versions of the buckle-locks that boundher arms. With a slight hesitation, Cheyenne reached her hand out and feltGabrielle's arm. The leather was as tight as a drum against the skin. Her handmoved down and felt Gabrielle's breast, feeling the firm nipple and piercing.The exploration continued down, squeezing Gabrielle's tightly wrapped ass andtracing down her legs. Cheyenne pulled the covers all the way off to revealthe single high heel boot that imprisoned both feet and had yet another buckle-lockto prevent removal. Cheyenne rolled Gabrielle onto her stomach and examinedthe back. The sheath and the straight jacket had large silver zippers up theircenter and buckle-locks to prevent any effort to remove the suit. Cheyenne's initial shock was slowly turning into lust as she continued to feel Gabrielleup through her leather bondage. Gabrielle moaned and sighed quietly as shecould just feel Cheyenne 's hand through the tight material.
?Have you been in this all night?? Cheyenne asked, rolling Gabrielle ontoher back.
?No. He put me in it before you got here. I wanted to surprise you.?
?How long does this thing take to get on??
?About half an hour or so.? Cheyenne had lain back down alongside the leftside of Gabrielle's mummified body, pushing herself closer and feeling thetight leather against her own skin. Cheyenne propped her head on her hand andused the other to caress Gabrielle, paying wonderful attention to her breasts.Gabrielle felt Cheyenne hook her left leg over her bound thighs and slowlypush her groin against her leather. Cheyenne ran her fingers gently down theside of Gabrielle's face; Gabrielle's eyes closed in the delight of it all.
?I have never seen you look so beautiful,? Cheyenne said softly into her ear.Gabrielle was slipping into her own world of the leather's tight embrace andCheyenne 's wonderful touch. She felt Cheyenne kiss her on the neck, just abovethe jacket's collar. Gabrielle turned her face slightly and then felt Cheyenne's tongue slowly trace around her lips. Gabrielle parted her lips and a slightmoan escaped before she was gagged with Cheyenne 's tongue. Cheyenne wrappedher arms around Gabrielle and held her tight, her sex steaming against theoutside of the leather suit. Gabrielle tried to resist but gave into Cheyenne's amazing tongue and let her continue.
By now, Cheyenne had spread her long legs over and straddled Gabrielle nearthe waist so that their pussies were more or less aligned. Cheyenne groundherself into the leather sheath and Gabrielle could just feel it against her,the pressure pushing against the sinister crotch strap that was locked ontothe bottom of the jacket so tight that it had to be tugged shut. Cheyenne 'sbreasts flattened against Gabrielle's, the sensation Gabrielle felt throughthe thin leather was fantastic. Cheyenne slowly sat up, drawing her long brownmane over Gabrielle's face. The tickle of each hair was exquisite, as was thesound of the hair running over the leather jacket. Whether or not she couldfeel it, Gabrielle reacted as if she felt the hair through the leather enclosingher chest. Gabrielle saw Cheyenne 's proud breasts above her and wanted toreach out and fondle them, but her arms refused to budge. Gabrielle began tosquirm, setting Cheyenne off on a wild ride, causing Cheyenne to push her sexinto the leather even more. Gabrielle dug in and lifted her hips against Cheyenne's as Cheyenne 's crunched down on hers. Cheyenne 's passion mingled with thescent of the leather, causing Gabrielle to drip between her welded thighs.Cheyenne dropped down and wrapped her arms around Gabrielle, pulling her tightertoward her.
?I want you so bad,? Cheyenne hissed into Gabrielle's ear. ?I want you so.? Gabriellefelt a tongue against her earlobe. ?Where's the key?? Cheyenne was practicallysawing Gabrielle in half with her hip motions.
?He has it,? Gabrielle whispered. Cheyenne stopped for a moment.
?What??
?He has it,? Gabrielle repeated, lost in her world of leather and sex. ?Don'tstop.? Gabrielle continued thrusting her hips as she was coming near the edge.
?How do I get this off of you?? Cheyenne 's hands grabbed the strap over Gabrielle'sfolded arms and tugged hard.
?You can't get it off without the key.?
?I want you.? Cheyenne 's voice had a demanding huskiness to it. And she wasnot about to let the leather come between her and her prize. ?I'll get a knifeand cut it off.?
?You will not!? Gabrielle was becoming defensive. ?This outfit cost a fortune.You ruin it and I will never talk to you again.? Gabrielle's hips had sloweddown their motion. ?I love this suit.?
?I love you,? Cheyenne said, ?but I have to have you.? Cheyenne had renewedher pelvic motion, slipping on the leather in her own juices. She tightenedher embrace. ?You feel so good wrapped in there. I want to be in there withyou. I want to be strapped to you. I want to be sealed to you. I want to belocked to you forever. Oh, God.? After more moaning and snaking of her tongue,Cheyenne exploded in ecstasy and collapsed on top of her bound lover. Gabriellecould feel her panting, her own arousal sparked but far from complete. Thatwas the maddening wonderfulness of the suit. Such sensations and nowhere togo with them.
?Well?look at you two,? he said, leaning in the doorway. Both girls lookedat him, his arms folded. ?Suppose you want this.? He held up the key to thesuit with the key chain remote. His thumb was very near the red button.
?Oh, God,? Gabrielle said, knowing what was coming next. His thumb pressedlightly on the button and the ?buzzers? inside the suit over the nipples andnether regions vibrated for a moment. Cheyenne could feel the ?buzzers? andthe shiver that they sent through Gabrielle. He teased the button again, andCheyenne was raised up on Gabrielle's powerful single-leg, pushing for theceiling. Gabrielle bit her lip and closed her eyes, willing back the tormentof pleasurable pain. He pressed the button a third time and held it down. Cheyennebecame instantly excited at the reaction of her lover to the mischievous littledevices sewn into the suit. Cheyenne sadistically held Gabrielle down by layingon top of her chest to chest, keeping her from thrashing around to minimizethe effect, her own nipples feeling the buzz through the leather and enjoyingthe sensation. Like a boiling cauldron, Gabrielle began to shiver and quakeuntil she finally gave in to the pleasure and crested the hill of her lust,sliding happily down the other side. He knew she was done and stopped the ?buzzers.? Toomuch could get uncomfortable.
Half an hour later, Cheyenne sat in a chair on the other side of the bedroom,her torso and arms locked efficiently in her own black leather straight jacket,the crotch strap pulled tightly through her legs. He didn't have the leg sheathcomplete yet, so her legs were in tight leather pants with laces up the backto pull them closed. Her feet were locked into a pair of high heel boots. Tokeep her in the chair, a set of straps held her down, with straps securingher ankles to the legs of the chair. She was watching with rapt attention ashe began to free Gabrielle. Being wrapped in leather, Cheyenne now understoodGabrielle's desire not to cut that diabolically wonderful suit.
First off was the boot, exposing her sensitive feet. He ran his finger firmlyfrom heel to toe and caused her foot to curl. She giggled slightly. He blewon the arches of her feet, tickling her with his breath. It was delicious tofeel and watch. He then rolled her onto her stomach on the bed. He undid thebuckle-locks on the sheath and she could feel the tension relieving itselffrom the leather. The zipper was pulled down, exposing the laces underneath.Then with careful concentration, he picked up a pair of sharp surgical scissorsand began to cut the lacing from the top down. It was a lot easier to get newlaces than to have to try to save the old ones, plus the sensation for Gabriellewas better. The cutting of the laces split open the seam of the sheath andher legs separated. The cool air hit her sweaty skin, causing it to tingle.He spread the sheath out and massaged her legs, working out the kinks fromtheir bondage. He then tickled her again, this time on the back of the knee,causing her to lift her legs and wiggle.
Snap. The excruciating pleasure of the tight crotch strap disappeared as thelock was undone. A cold blast of air hit her soft spot, and he helped by blowinga jet of air with his mouth at it. It felt good, but almost made her need topee.
Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. The buckles were unlocked and she felt her bodybegin to expand after being relieved of the pressure of the leather. He undidthe buckle that held her arms behind her back and undid the zipper. The laceswere cut in the same manner as the sheath. As the tightness subsided, her lungsdrank in the air and her chest expanded most delightfully after its tight constriction.He rolled her on her back and undid the straps around the arms. He grabbedthe ends of both sleeves and the jacket was pulled off in one sweeping motion.
Her body felt the cold of the room and her skin glistened with sweat. Shestretched and massaged her limbs and he began patting her down with a softtowel. All the while he was doing this, he would blow gently on her, sometimesa cool jet of air, and sometimes a hot blast. He stood on the side of the bedand picked up her limp body in his arms. Her arms wrapped around his neck andher face cuddled into his chest, wanting to stay close to him.
? Bath time,? he announced. He stopped and turned to Cheyenne . The two ofthem looked at the prisoner in the chair; both with a mischievous look in theireyes. Cheyenne was slightly apprehensive and very turned on by it. ?We'll bothhave fun with you later.?
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