Second Marriage

Characters in Chapter 3:

 

Tom Burns – New Husband

Sharon Burns  (formerly Sharon  Edison)– 48 year old widow who just married  Tom.

Roseanne Parks – Tom’s seamstress

Regina Roseland - Employee of Sharon

Amy Wilson – Regina’s submissive lesbian lover

Rita Gomez – Tom’s live-in maid and housekeeper for 8 years prior to Tom and Sharon’s marriage

 

 

Second Marriage, Chapter 4

 

Tom chose a small but exclusive sushi bar for lunch, located on the lobby floor of one of Bellevue’s largest office buildings.  Although thoroughly humiliated by her second public orgasm in a week, and by the two hours of parading around Fordstrom’s,  displaying her new sweater collection, Sharon was looking forward to the sushi and the possibility that she and Tom might actually be alone for an hour or so without people gawking at her outrageously displayed boobs.

 

By the time that they got to the restaurant,  the sun beating in the open sports car had caused Sharon to break out in a sweat.  Somehow, the punishers on the inside of her bra cups seemed to dig deeper, causing her a lot of discomfort.  She longed to get inside the cool restaurant.  Looking down, she noticed that a small ring of perspiration was forming around the open nipple tips of her rubber bra, making her exposed state even more obvious.

 

“Tom, look at me – how can I possibly walk into the restaurant like this?” she queried.

 

“Well,” said Tom, carefully studying her boobs with a furrowed brow, “I would suggest that you place one foot in front of the other one until you reach the restaurant door, open the door, and continue walking until you are inside.  I really don’t know of another practical way to walk into the restaurant.”

 

Sensing that Tom was not about to let her off, Sharon tried to focus on how cool and private the restaurant would be.

 

After waiting a few minutes in the lobby,  the hostess approached and asked them if they wanted a table or wanted to be seated at the sushi bar itself.   Sharon had hoped for a quiet table in the rear of the restaurant, but Tom suggested that they sit at the sushi bar to watch the chef perform his art. 

 

“The bar is full, except on the backside” commented the hostess, as she led them to two vacant seats on the backside of the oval bar.

 

As the couple began to sit down, a familiar face turned to exclaim: “Sharon – what a coincidence – I thought you two had left on your honeymoon.”

With a thud in her heart, Sharon realized that they had just been seated next to Regina Roseland, Sharon’s employee, and her lesbian girlfriend, Amy Wilson.

 

“Regina – Amy.  Great to see you.  Imagine seeing the two of you here!” said Tom as he pulled the barstool back for Sharon to seat herself.

 

With Regina leering at her boobs, Sharon took her stool at the bar.

 

“Well, I was in really early this morning contacting clients, so I thought we would take a little extended lunch,” replied Regina, still staring at Sharon’s boobs, but casually placing her hand in Amy’s crotch.  “Something about sushi – it always makes me horny.”

 

What promised to be a quiet intimate lunch turned out to be a nightmare for Sharon.  Tom and Regina dominated the conversation, and to Sharon’s horror,  Tom invited Regina and Amy back to their place to view  her new wardrobe additions.

 

During lunch, Sharon asked Regina about several of their clients, and how things were going at the office in Sharon’s absence.  Somehow, Sharon didn’t feel at all like a boss, and just listened as Regina told her about how well things were going, and the changes that Regina had made. 

 

At one point, Regina pointedly asked Sharon if she was wearing a rubber bra.  Tom jumped in, and said “She is, and it is very special – tell Regina all about it.”  Sharon proceeded to explain about the hard rubber spikes on the inside of the cups, and how painful her boobs felt.

 

As they left the restaurant to go back to the house, Amy commented on Sharon’s rubber clad legs.  Regina reminded Amy that she could be the one wearing the rubber stockings, and that in fact, Regina would be getting her several pairs in different colors for her to wear.

 

Arriving at Tom’s home, the four made their way into the sun room.  Rita Gomez, Tom’s maid, brought coffee.

 

“Rita, Roseanne Parks is coming over any minute now to show us some new creations she made for Sharon to wear.  Since you will sometimes be in charge of dressing Sharon properly, I would like you to stay to see what she has created, and to understand any special features,” said Tom.

 

“Of course,” smiled Rita, looking at Sharon.  “I look forward to making sure Sharon stays properly dressed and behaves when you are gone.”

 

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang, and Rita went to answer.  Rita and Roseanne entered, carrying a number of boxes.

 

“Hi, folks.  I didn’t know Regina and Amy were joining us.”

 

“Well, we happened to meet them at lunch,” said Tom, “You know, Regina is interested in getting some items for Amy to help train her, so we thought that Sharon could do a fashion show for everyone.”

 

“Great,” said Roseanne. “ I have worked day and night to get these items ready for your honeymoon, and I think you will all be impressed - especially Sharon.”  Roseanne looked at Sharon with a devilish grin.  “I’m sure Sharon will be thinking of me a lot in the next few weeks.”

 

“OK, Sharon, lets get you naked to try on these new outfits,” said Tom.  “Actually, I think a quick shower is in order, since you have been in rubber all day.  If you will excuse us, we will be back in a few minutes.”

 

Fifteen minutes later, Tom and Sharon re-appeared.  Sharon was bare naked except for a pair of 6 inch locking boots.  Bright red marks adorned her naked tits where the rubber punishers had done their work earlier.

 

“First, lets try the bras,” said Roseanne.  “I have made 21 of them, and will explain the features as we go along.  These four are just your basic, everyday bras for normal wear.”  Handing one for Sharon to try on, Roseanne continued.  “Two are dark black, one is red, and the other is beige.  You will notice that they are all very long, and are boned about the midriff.  They have 10 hooks in the back for closing, and in addition, a zipper that can be locked shut over the hooks and eyes for  security.  The straps are wide, and connect to the high back just under the nape of the neck so that the straps can’t be pulled down.  There is no adjustment for the straps, and I have made them intentionally short to give maximum lift to the cups.  The cups have a 3 inch diameter cutout.”

 

Roseanne held out one of the black bras for Sharon to put on.

 

As Sharon struggled to get her boobs into the cups and reach around to close the back, Roseanne continued.  “It would probably be a good idea to have someone help Sharon into all of these bras.  They are so firm, and designed to be very tight, so that it takes a lot of strength to get the hooks closed.  That way, Sharon can bend over to get her boobs well into the cups for maximum forward projection.”

 

Rita stepped forward to help, and after much straining, all of the hooks were closed, and the locking zipper was secured.  Sharon felt like she was in the vice grip of a corset- the bottom edge of the of the bra extended below her belly button, and the straps dug painfully into her shoulders.

 

Standing up, Sharon wondered how she was ever going to wear this horrid bra for an hour, much less all day.  “If this is to be my everyday bra, what are the others like?”

 

“Now,” instructed Tom, “grab your nipples and pull them forward and see-saw them around so that they really project through the openings.  You have to remember this every time you put on one of your open nipple bras.”  As Sharon meekly complied, a generous amount of breast tissue became trapped outside the opening of the bra, forming sort of a giant puffy at the tip.

 

“OK, its sweater time,” said Tom, as he handed Sharon a thin, white wool turtle-neck sweater.  “Let’s see how well this will cling to your figure.”

 

As Sharon pulled the tight sweater down over her neck and waist, she realized that the sweater clung very tightly around her whole torso.  Her black bra was clearly visible through the thin material, as was the fleshy colored bulge at the end of each conical boob, which were accented by her dark, long nipples.  Instinctively, she rolled her shoulders forward and down to tend to minimize the pointed appearance of her tits.

 

“Notice how Sharon tries to minimize her lovely assets, Tom” said Roseanne.  “I anticipated this reaction, and came up with a way to overcome this naughty behavior.  Take the sweater back off for a minute, Sharon, and try on this little device.  I have made 5 of these, and I suggest that they become a part of your standard wardrobe.”

 

Handing Sharon a mass of buckling straps in black leather, Roseanne continued.  “This is a posture corrector, Sharon.  Good girls proudly show off their pointed nipples for everyone to enjoy.  Bad girls like you have to wear one of these.  See, these padded straps go around the front of your shoulders, and the larger strap goes around your waist.  Notice the buckles, and how they can be locked to keep your naughty fingers from loosening their pull.”  As Roseanne buckled the wide strap around Sharon’s waist, Sharon became aware of a heavily curved, very stiff leather covered brace extending up from her waist belt to her shoulder straps.  The effect of this brace became fully apparent as Rosanne tightened both shoulder straps.

 

“OK, if we tighten each shoulder strap to the second hole, out little girl will be forced to keep her back very straight, and her chest thrust forward, but I think after a few weeks of wearing this, she will become used to it,” said Roseanne, as she handed Sharon back her sweater.  “Put this back on, dear, and lets see if you can hide those twin peaks now.”

 

With great difficulty, Sharon replaced the sweater and stood before her audience.  Her back bowed or curved forward slightly, and her shoulders were pulled back, forcing her boobs upward and outward.

 

“Wow, I really like the effect,” exclaimed Tom.  “This little device will definitely become a permanent addition to Sharon’s wardrobe.”

 

“You know, Tom,” continued Roseanne as she pulled up the back of Sharon’s sweater, “you can even tighten these straps tighter, like this, if out little girl acts up in public.”  With that, Roseanne cinched each shoulder strap two holes tighter, forcing the curved brace excruciatingly tight against her spine, and forcing her chest into an even greater exaggerated thrust.  Sharon was forced to look up, and her tits were thrust forward and upward in a most unnatural manner.

 

“Agh – let me out of this,” screamed Sharon. “My shoulders are killing me.”

 

“Promise you will be a good girl and do everything we ask?  Remember, we can always re-tighten these and leave them locked on for the day,” chided Roseanne.

 

“Yes – yes. Just let me out of this horrid contraption.”

 

“Well, not out, but you can go back to your daily wear mode,” said Roseanne as she re-loosened each shoulder strap by two notches.  “OK, just walk around here a bit, and let us look at you in your everyday bra.”

 

After Sharon had paraded around for a few minutes, Roseanne grabbed another 4 bras, which looked very similar to the one Sharon was wearing.

 

“Come over here, girl, and lets get you into one of these,” said Roseanne.  As Tom and Rita helped Sharon out of the posture brace and bra, Roseanne went on to explain this set of bras.  “Essentially, these ‘itching bras’ are the same as her everyday bras – two in black, one in red and one in beige.  The difference is that the entire bra including cups is lined in scratchy horsehair lining – woven from real horsehair.  The material was hard to find, but I am told that there is nothing quite like it to provide a constant, unrelenting itch.  As a punishment bra, it would be great for public events, because Sharon will constantly wanting to be pawing her tits to relieve the itching.  Of course, they lock on, too”

 

To Sharon’s absolute horror, Roseanne was absolutely right about the unrelenting itch.  Even before Sharon donned the obligatory posture brace and sweater, she began to desperately claw at her sides and boobs as the horrible itch consumed her senses.

 

After 10 minutes, Sharon thought she would go insane.  She nearly fainted when Tom observed, “Imagine a day in that bra locked under a heavy rubber lined leather dress – I bet the sweat would really accentuate the effect of the horsehair!”

 

“Well, we could take a little break from the bras and see how the leather punishment burka would do with her itching bra,” said Roseanne.  But first, lets get her into one of her special panty girdles.  “Here Sharon, put this on,” said Roseanne, holding out a very heavy, black buttless, long legged  girdle affair.  “You will need a little lube for your friend in the crotch.”

 

Sharon struggled for 5 minutes to get the impossible tight open butt girdle over her hips, and the attached rubber invader settled in her puss.  When she did, her bare butt projected out of the back, held up by the tight elastic encircling the rear opening.

 

“OK, time for my best creation yet – the Leather Punishment Burka.”  With that statement, Roseanne pulled out a massive, heavy leather garment from a large box on the floor.

 

“Just as Tom instructed, I made this leather punishment burka for our little girl here.  Notice her name prominently displayed on the cap portion, so everyone will know who is within.  The eye screen is covered by this locking leather curtain, which can be rolled down and locked to cut out all light.  I added a couple of locking zippered arm slits so Sharon can take in bottles of drinking water or food, or perform some household chores, as I thought it would add to the time that she could be practically confined in the burka.  Really, there is no time limit, as long as someone changes her diapers regularly.  As we discussed, the short inner skirt can be locked about the waist by a chain, totally trapping her hands above her waist, and preventing any removal of the burka.  I weighed it, and with all of the leather used to make it, it weighs over 15 lbs.”

 

“Lets get it on her,” said Tom.

 

Lifting the burka over her head, Tom and Rita eased Sharon into its confines.  The face curtain was rolled up, so Sharon could see fuzzy images through the fine holes of the steel eyescreen. As Tom held the hem of the burka up, Rita grabbed the chain that circled the hem of the short inner skirt, and cinched it up tightly around Sharon’s waist.  Grabbing a padlock that was offered by Roseanne, Rita locked the links of the chain together, leaving the excess ends hanging.  With this, Sharon’s hands were trapped above her waist.  Tom let the hem of the burka fall, and even with the 6 inch heels, it just cleared the ground.

 

To Sharon, the humid, dark confines of the heavy leather burka was totally oppressive.  However, her attention was turned to the incessant itch in her breasts and around her chest.  As she scratched the incessant itching, she realized that she was putting on quite a spectacle to those watching.  However, the itching, scratching, and engorged nipples rubbing against her sweater and the leather of the burka was causing a great deal of sexual stimulation.  The rubber dildo just added to the stimulation, and Sharon realized that she was rocking her hips as she scratched her tits, trying to get some sexual relief.

 

“Oh, God, I hope I don’t cum again in front of everybody,” Sharon thought.

 

“Oh, Tom, look at our girl squirm and shake,” chortled Roseanne.  “I forgot to show you, here is the other part to her special open butt girdle.”

 

To Sharon, with her restricted vision, Roseanne seemed to be handing Tom a black rock.  She could see Tom smile, and then, as the rubber penis in her cunt began to squirm and vibrate.  “A remote control,” groaned Sharon inwardly.

 

”OK, Honey, let’s see you walk around in your burka.  In fact, lets all take a stroll in the garden and get you some exercise.”

 

“NO TOM – NO,” screamed Sharon surprising herself.  “I can’t go outside like this.”

 

“You can, and you will.  Remember, you will be wearing this in PUBLIC when we go on our honeymoon,” retorted Tom.  “Now for that little outburst, you will walk to the front gate and back twice, and then spend an hour sitting on the bench in the rose garden – with your curtain locked down.  Since it is over 80 degrees out, that should work up a little sweat under your bra.  NOW MARCH DOWN THAT DRIVEWAY!”

 

“Sorry everyone – we should probably continue our fashion show tomorrow – how about 10 in the morning?

 

“Sure, Tom,” said Roseanne. “I will leave everything here.”

 

“Works for me,”  added Regina.  “Roseanne, can you quickly measure Amy while we are here?   I want to place an order  - you are so creative.”

 

Fifteen minutes later, a red convertible passed the entrance of Tom’s estate.  The young couple in the car looked in awe as a strange figure, clad in an even stranger leather burka, clutched the bars of the gate, screaming “Oh, God, OH GOD, YES..Yes ..yes…”  The figure slowly fell to her knees, seeming to shake back and forth, bowing her head to the East. A man appeared 10 feet behind her.   The burka woman’s continuing guttural groans were drowned out by the sound of the car’s engine.

 

“Í didn’t know Muslims wore leather burkas, or prayed in English,”  commented the young woman to her husband.  “How strange!”

 

 

 

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NOTE:  The author, Softleather, invites comments from anyone regarding this story, and particularly comments from any persons subjected to, or subjecting someone to, enforced wearing of certain clothing items, or from women who have experienced wearing open bras in public.