The invitation

He did as he was told and she rapidly covered his foot with the soft stretchy material, making sure that Jack’s heel was correctly placed in the back of the stocking. She then quickly ran the stocking up Jack’s leg, before turning away to pick up its mate. Rapidly repeating the process, she told Jack to stand up and she turned him this way and that as she attached the suspender to the top of the stockings.

“You will probably need some help with this the first few times as it can be a bit tricky until you get the hang of it,” she said.

“Oh, I won’t need to get used to it – this is just a one off,” replied Jack.

“In my experience there is never a one off, sir,” Emma replied. “ Not after the first time.”

As she spoke she had completed the attachment of the stockings and stood back to admire her handiwork.

“What do you think, madam,” she asked Sally.

“Oh it looks just lovely! White was definitely the right choice!”

“Could you pass me the bra please?” Emma asked her.

Taking the proffered garment Emma slid the straps up Jack’s arms and then quickly fastened it behind her. She took some of the spare socks that the shop offered customers for trying shoes on and popped them inside the cups to give them shape.

“You may want to consider investing in some breast forms for the right effect, but I’m afraid we don’t sell them here,” she commented to Sally.

“Thanks – I’ve already found somewhere where I can get them.”

“Right, now just the knickers to complete the look,” said Emma. She took the white satin panties from their hanger and told him to raise first one foot then the other. She then had him stand up and pulled the silky shiny garment all the way up, deftly tucking him into the garment. She stood back.

“What do you think madam?”

“Oh, perfect. Thank you so much. Turn around for us please darling.”