A little favour

“Oh, I almost forgot. You’ll need to have some breasts too.” She pulled the dress down in front and off my arms. She held out a bra in front of me. It was made of white satin material and had breast forms in it. In no time at all, she had it hooked up in back. She pulled the dress back up my arms and fastened the top button behind me. She got out her measuring tape and took a bunch of measurements which she compared to Mary Ann’s measurements.

“The five inch heels make you the same height as Mary Ann with her 2″ heels. I think this is going to work out just fine. I’ll need you to step up on this platform so that I can start to do some work.”

She helped me step up onto a platform that was several feet tall and allowed her to sit comfortably while she worked on the dress. “It is a lot easier and cheaper to do this with a machine, but my clients prefer to have their dresses hand stitched and hand beaded. I earn a lot of money making these dresses to those with the most discriminating tastes. In order for you to be laced down to twenty two inches, you are going to have to wear that corset all the time until we are finished. In fact, the chastity belt would be pretty uncomfortable without the corset. I’m going to have you stay with me all weekend, and you’ll practice walking in heels. How does that sound?”

I was trying to think of some excuses because she had taken me by surprise again. “I have a lot of errands to run this weekend, and some stuff I need to do for work as well as shop for groceries and do my laundry. I couldn’t possibly spend the whole weekend with you.”

Without losing a beat she said, “We can take care of that. There’s not much you can’t do while wearing a corset and heels.”

I knew I wasn’t going to win this argument. My best bet was to somehow sneak out of her apartment and get to mine where I could get out of the corset and chastity belt. I plotted and planned while she worked on the dress. After an hour she said, “Let’s take a break.” She helped me step down off the platform but told me to stay where I was. My feet were really getting uncomfortable in the heels. When she left the room, I took the liberty to step out of the heels and give myself a rest.