Chapter 77 - Twin Sister’s Lingerie
Marcie stood in her form-fitting black dress, gone was the maid’s apron replaced by a pair of high heels of at least four inches. Her flexibility was on display by the black leather armbinder which had been laced closed forcing her elbows to touch behind her back. A leather cord passed through the metal ring at the base of the single sleeve descending toward her ankles where it encircled them to keep her from shifting her feet.
I glanced at Polly, who had moved further into the room and was gazing in delighted surprise at Marcie’s face. “Jack, come ‘round here and check this out.”
I moved slowly, noticing for the first time the straps of a gag around Marcie’s head. It matched the leather of both the collar and the armbinder. Whoever did this to Marcie, probably Mrs. Mulkson, had done this before and spent some money in the effort. I had wondered what prevented Marcie from turning her head to watch us enter but this question was answered by the two inches of bright purple that was visible between the bedpost and her open mouth, held open by a ring gag. The purple object, obviously a silicone sex toy, descended some distance into her open mouth and was held to the bedpost by several windings of tape. A rope led from a ring in her leather collar through a decorative hole in the wood where it was knotted so that no matter how hard Marcie pulled her head back it would not allow her to fully extract the phallus from her mouth. With a diabolic twist, weight had been added to the rope so that anytime Marcie relaxed the rope would pull her head closer forcing the shaft in further.
Marcie made sounds around the phallic gag but nothing intelligible. I took a quick scan of her body to note her ankles and waist were also connected to the post, preventing hardly any movement besides her eyes which roved over our faces in a helpless plea for release. “What happens if I do this?” Polly said and she rested her hand on the weights dangling down on the other side of the post. An inch of purple disappeared into Marcie’s mouth. She choked and spluttered as saliva fell from the corners of her mouth.
“Polly, stop.” I said, surprised at the casual cruelty of her actions.
Polly turned to me and slowly blinked her eyes like a disapproving feline. “Stop? You think I’m hurting her?”
“Well, yeah. I mean look at her. She can’t relax or she’ll have that thing shoved down her throat. Let’s release her.”
Polly sniffed and shook her head. “My god you can be so blind, but ok, this should prove educational for you.”
I squinted my eyes and looked again at the situation. Marcie’s eyes were still rolling wildly between Polly and I and she constantly shifted her weight probably in an attempt to ease the discomfort caused by the high heels. I reached for the knotted rope that held her head in position and quickly released it from the weight. I removed the additional knot that kept her from pulling the rope through the hole in the bed post. Marcie then eased her mouth from the phallic intruder and I was somewhat stunned as an eight inch length slid from between her lips covered in strings of dripping saliva.
“Impressive,” Polly said, “I’d say she’s done this before.” I looked back at Polly who made a circling motion with one hand. “Go on, let’s hear the pleas of the poor damsel in distress.”
I removed the ring which thankfully had been buckled on after the collar and allowed her a few moments to catch her breath and swallow. “Jack,” she breathed. “I already deleted the photos I swear.”
“Are you ok?” I asked.
“No, I need you to help me.” Marcie said.
“Let me get you out of this.” I answered quickly and began to reach for the laces of the black armbinder.
“No, no, no.” Marcie said, her voice rising in alarm.
“Excuse me?” I stopped.
“Look, there is a small remote slipped into the top of the armbinder between my upper arms, get it out please,” A look of confusion must have passed over my face because she repeated herself. “It’s small and pink, you can’t miss it.”
The armbinder trapping Marcie’s arms was black leather and was laced closed at the middle of her upper arms. I dipped my hand into this space and retrieved a small pink box. A closer look revealed a large button and a second control that slid up and down. “Ok, I found it.”
“Now please, after you put me back, press that button.” Marcie said with no small amount of desperation in her voice.
“Put you back?” I said.
“Yes, it’s been months, but Polly there must have given my Mistress some inspiration. Now remember, after you’ve put me back, press that button.” Marcie then opened her mouth wide in an invitation to replace the ring gag.
I looked at Polly in obvious bewilderment. She was struggling to contain a smile but the small shrug spoke volumes. “I told you.”
I reached for the ring gag. “How did you know?”
“For one, the bondage is all pretty professional, so this isn’t some damsel-in-distress situation.” Polly said.
I shrugged. “True.”
“Two, she was breathing normally with almost eight inches of silicone filling her mouth. No one does that without practice.” Polly continued.
“Ok,” I answered, wondering silently how Polly knew so much about the challenges of silicone felatio. “Maybe”
“But most of all because Jaime asked us to come up here.” Polly said. “I’m definitely going to have to pick her brain. She has some interesting ideas.”
Marcie pulled her head back and threaded the purple dildo through the ring, the moment the ring gag was in place. Polly pulled the rope connecting her wide leather collar until her lips nearly touched the wooden bed post. She then tied a large knot preventing her from pulling it back. I watched Marcie’s reaction to this even stricter position but she only repeatedly glanced at the remote in my hand.
I glanced down at the small device but before I could move my thumb to press the button Polly plucked the control from my hand. “I’m quite sure I don’t want you remotely pleasuring another woman, especially not one as beautiful as Marcie.” Polly said with a smile at the bound woman.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“What do you think this is?” Polly looked at the pink control holding it up before Marcie’s eyes.
“I’m not sure.” I admitted, “Though now I’ve got some suspicions.”
Polly shook her head. “I love you for your innocence.”
“I hope not, because I’ve been losing much of that since I met you.“ I responded.
Polly smiled wider. “How sure are we that she deleted the photos?”
“I’d say eighty to ninety percent. I mean she seemed sincere at the moment. Why?”
Polly toyed with the remote in her hand. “Maybe we’ll just put this back,” Polly said, moving to replace the remote in the armbinder.
“I’m just going to admit to being out of my depth here.” I said and began to move back out of the room.
“Good call,” Polly smiled.
I stepped backward and watched as Polly’s finger slid over the button as she dropped the remote back where I found it. Marcie’s legs seemed to quiver before I lost sight of her as I exited the room. Polly followed me shortly with a small smile on her lips. “Why don’t you grab a shower. I want to talk to Jaime.”
“What are you going to talk to her about?” I asked but the sound of feet on the stairs interrupted my thoughts. I bravely ducked into our room as Jaime’s head appeared from the stairwell. By the time the noise of the shower blocked all sound I heard Polly and Jaime descending the wooden stairs, their voices indecipherable.
There is nothing better than a nice hot shower when it's cold outside though the corset did require a lot of effort to get off. Polly still had not returned by the time my shower was over and I rifled through the suitcases looking for clothes to sleep in. Normally at home I would wear boxers and a T-shirt, but since Polly had decided I didn’t need my own underwear I would have to find something to keep her from suggesting anything too outrageous. I found a pair of sweats, but if I went commando Polly would never allow it. I found a cream-colored pair of leggings in Polly’s suitcase and quickly pulled them on with one of my plain T-shirts.
I cleaned up the black and yellow ropes still scattered about the bedroom and I had to admit the leggings felt nice especially with the fleece lining in the chill room. Polly had not returned when I finished cleaning the mess so I tossed back the covers and was asleep before they had settled about my body.
* * *
A pale light shone through the windows when I opened my eyes. I looked over to see Polly asleep next me with the covers pulled to her chin. I stood up and noticed it was almost nine o’clock in the morning and that breakfast would be over soon so I quickly pulled on some sweats over the leggings since the room was chill enough I did not want to strip out of my bed-warmed clothing. I quickly went downstairs to see if I could secure some food for both of us before it was too late. The dining area was empty save for three women, Marcie, Jaime, and a third who I presumed was the cook. They sat around a small corner table sipping cups of coffee. Jaime spotted me first and waved me over, “I hope you didn’t wake Polly, we talked really late. I will be heading for a nap once breakfast is done. We have a couple trays over there you can take up. Marcie, why don’t you help him?”
“Thanks, that is very kind of you to remember us.” I responded moving toward the cloth covered trays resting on a sideboard next to the entrance to the kitchen.
“Don’t mention it, you are our only guests currently. The snow has canceled the rest.”
“Ok, thanks anyway.” I stepped over to the table and Marcie met me there. Today she was wearing a much simpler outfit consisting of black leggings and blue long sleeve top that clung to her curves. I grabbed one tray and she the other.
As we ascended the stairs I found myself unable to speak. Words seemed wholly inadequate considering the compromising situations we had seen each other in. Marcie was the first to break the silence. “I hope you weren’t too embarrassed by my behavior, it’s just been a long time since I’ve had that kind of fun.”
“I really don’t know what to say.” I quickly sat the tray in the outer living room and slowly closed the door to the bedroom so we would not disturb Polly.
Marcie shrugged. “I get that, it can be hard to admit you like certain things, especially kinky things. And you are so young.”
I sat down on the couch and peered under the cloth at breakfast, which looked to be cereal and a bowl of fruit. “I’m not sure I do like them.” I answered.
Marcie giggled. “Well your body sure does. It was hard not to notice.” She said with subtle emphasis on the word ‘hard’.
“That guy is an idiot, I keep telling Polly that.” I answered, glancing down at my crotch.
Marcie sat down next to me on the couch. “I think instead of feeling guilty all the time you should be thankful you found someone like Polly.”
“I am thankful, more than you can imagine. I love her.” I answered
“But…” Marcie pressed.
“No buts. I love her. And she really has a thing for putting me in compromising situations.” I answered.
“You don’t like them?” Marcie asked
“Well, they can be pretty humiliating.”
“Like what?” Marcie said, her eyes lighting up.
“You saw.” I waved at the bedroom.
“Yes, was that the worst ever?” Marcie asked, obviously fishing for details.
“She puts me in lingerie and dresses.” I said.
“Yes, I saw, and how does she force you into those clothes? I've seen grown men and women struggle to dress a toddler and you’re much stronger than a toddler.” Marcie pressed.
“I can’t say no to her. She has a kind of power over me. I can’t explain it very well.” I answered.
“So bondage and feminine clothing, that’s it?” Marcie continued.
“I guess that pretty much sums it up, but the devil’s in the details.” I answered.
Marcie nodded. “Well, I bet she likes dressing you up because you’re so darn adorable when you squirm.” I looked at her sharply and she raised both hands. “It’s true.” Marcie stood up. “I better get back downstairs or Jaime will think we're playing with each other.”
“Yeah right, that’s not possible.” I said with a shake of my head.
“No, never.” Marcie rolled her eyes and shut the door behind her.
Polly stepped out of the bedroom door so quickly she must have been listening to our conversation. She was wearing a familiar green nighty that looked absolutely amazing with her mussed curls dancing across her shoulders. “She seems nice.”
Polly’s Nighty
“Wow, you must be cold.” I said, looking carefully at the short gown.
“You must have been really tired if you didn’t notice me curling up next to you under the covers.” Polly said.
“Yeah, sorry I missed that.” I answered.
“Nice trick with my leggings, I couldn’t tell if you were wearing the proper underwear.” Polly said.
I shrugged. “Come have breakfast.”
We ate in relative silence while watching the local weather report on the television. “Sure looks like we’ll have trouble getting out of here tomorrow night unless the weather man is way off.” I said.
“Oh what a tragedy that would be.” Polly smiled, looking at me in absolute delight.
“So what’s on tap for today, we’re going to brave the snow?” I asked.
“Oh absolutely. I’m going to change.” Polly said and disappeared into the bedroom returning moments later in a thick gray sweater and dark leggings with a pair of tan fleece-lined boots.
“I didn’t bring anything so warm.” I said. “No worries, I laid out the clothes to wear beneath your sweats. I don’t think we’ll be out too long. I want to go to the Twin Sister’s Lingerie shop if they’re open today.”
I walked off to the bedroom to see what frills Polly wanted me to wear beneath my warm clothing. I spotted the green nightie lying next to a pair of matching panties. I walked back into the living area with the garment dangling from my finger. “Really, you want me to wear this underneath?”
Polly paused in her gathering of the dirty dishes. “Yeah, I don’t think I brought enough fun clothes for you if we end up staying extra days because of the snow. I think the nightie I wore the night before will be perfect. It’ll be fun knowing you’re in lingerie while inside a lingerie store. But…” Polly said slowly. “Would you rather wear the corset?”
I rolled my eyes and walked back into the bedroom.
“Make sure and wear those leggings beneath your sweat pants, it’s super cold.” Polly’s voice echoed from the other room. I stripped down while continuing to deny the pleasant feeling of the silk underwear sliding up my legs. The heady scent of Polly as the nightie fell over my body eliminated any grumbling on my part. I added some thick socks and a blue sweater. In the living room Polly finished wrapping a scarf around her neck and was wearing a long coat. I grabbed my coat which was too short for the weather and glanced back out the bedroom window. Large flakes still drifted down but the snow was letting up, though it mattered little since more than a foot of was lying about with drifts much deeper.
“Here I have an extra scarf.” Polly said and dropped a gray mass around my head adjusting it to keep my throat warm. “It’s an infinity scarf, very stylish.”
“It’s for girls.” I responded
“It’s cold out, just wear it.” Polly shook her head and walked toward the steps.
I followed in her wake. Jaime was sitting at the desk wearing a blue tunic with dark leggings and a scarf around her throat of similar design to what I wore but in a more colorful pattern. “Be careful out there, I’d wager you have the town to yourself.”
“Alright, see you later.”
She waved and we waded out into the snow covered world. Polly jumped through the drifts and kicked the loose snow into the air. She grabbed my hand and ran along the sidewalk. “I love snow, it turns everything into a wonderland.” We arrived at a gap between two buildings where a small decorative well lay shrouded in snow. In normal conditions it was a small park with a path leading around the well. Polly pulled me to the side and laid down in the snow waving her arms back and forth. She reached for my hand and I helped her to her feet. “I haven’t done that in so long.” She said, staring at her snow angel imprint in the snow.
I laughed and admired the freckles across her nose made clearer by the cold air. Wisps of her always unruly red hair peaked out from behind her hood. “Nothing made of snow is as beautiful as you.”
Polly laughed and pushed on my chest hooking one of her booted feet behind my ankle knocking me to the ground next to her angel. “My angel is lonely.”
I waved my arms and legs forming a second snow angel next to the first. Polly helped me to my feet and we snapped a quick picture of our snow angels along with a selfie next to the well. “Alright, let’s head for the lingerie shop.”
The shop differed from the surrounding buildings in that it looked like a small house with a short porch over the front door, though there was a much larger space attached to the back. None of the sidewalks had been cleared of snow and a large drift had formed just outside of the clear space created by the porch roof. I pushed through this to make a path for Polly. “Should I knock or just go in?”
“On a day like today I doubt they are expecting customers, better knock.” I answered. Polly did so, giving the door a firm rap with her fist. Unfortunately for me the vibrations were enough to dislodge the weight of snow on the roof, which hit me square in the face as I looked upward to see what was making the sound. The drift of snow I stood in kept me from having proper balance and I fell backward, the snow filling my hood and covering my entire body save for my boots which were now sticking up in the air.
I tried to stand but with my legs in the air and the snow pouring into my face I was only able to flail my limbs. Finally with Polly’s help I managed to roll toward the door where Polly, who was laughing hysterically, helped me to my feet. I shook the snow from my hood which only caused it to slide down my back beneath the sweater which caused me to stamp my feet and shiver as the snow slid down my back beneath my sweats.
“Oh my goodness,'' said a feminine voice from the direction of the doorway.
“Oh hello, my name is Polly and this is Jack. Is your shop open?”
“Well I didn’t expect anyone today, but you are most welcome, did you push him in the snow?”
Polly snickered while shaking her head. “No, the snow slid from your roof when I knocked on the door and buried him.”
The woman in the doorway was probably in her fifties and wore a dark green sweater with a long skirt. Her dark hair laid about her shoulders and she held one hand to her mouth in stifled laughter. “Polly, I’m going to head back to the room.” I said.
A second woman appeared in a similar outfit of red. “Don’t you remember, this is the couple Tamara called us about?”
“Oh yes, the snow had driven it completely from my mind. My name is Laura and my sister here is Sophia. Please come in.”
Polly pulled me into the shop which began with a foyer ringed with couches and benches. I stood near the door to avoid dripping on the carpet. “I’ll take Polly into the shop,” Laura said while pointing to an archway on the left where a room filled with racks of lace and satin could be seen beyond an open curtain. “I’m sure you can help Jack, won’t you dear sister?”
“Oh yes, my pleasure.” Sophia said, taking a step closer.
“There is no need,” I said, holding up my hands. “I’ll just head back to the room.”
“Oh no,” Polly said. “What if I want your opinion on something?”
Sophia reached the small rubber mat where I stood and grabbed my arm. “Don’t you worry Polly, I’ll take good care of him.” She had a vice for a grip and I either had to follow or be dragged along. Silver streaks were visible in her long dark hair at this distance but there was no question why the store was called ‘twin sisters’. If not for the different colored sweaters they would be impossible to distinguish. Polly disappeared through the left curtain while I was pulled through the curtain on the right.
I heard Laura speaking to Polly, “Don’t worry about Jack, Sophia loves young men, he’ll be well looked after,” Polly’s response was blocked by the wall of the hallway Sophia led me through.
“Ah here we are,” Sophia said. We entered a large open space supported by two pillars. One side of the large space had a good sized kitchen near a large round table. The rest of the room was decorated in a feminine style with hats hanging on the walls alongside large artworks of floral landscapes. The walls were broken up by windows which were covered by thick drapes while exposed ductwork and pipes snaked through the ceiling. Light came from small sconces along the wall and skylights in the ceiling. The floor was concrete stained a dark brown with the space broken up by several carpets. It was obviously not originally designed to be a living area, but it had become just that.
“Wow, what an interesting space.” I said with a bit of a chatter in my voice as melting snow slid down back.
“Yes, it was originally our warehouse but we had it converted, it was too much work to have a separate home and business.” She pointed to one corner that contained large sturdy shelves covered in boxes. “Though we still have to store some stuff here, there is more than enough space.” She walked to the far corner where a space was cordoned off by two folding room dividers that were beautifully painted with white lilies on a red background. On the other side of each of these screens was a bed and various bedroom furniture. “The one downside of this space is that it can get mighty cold in the winter. Go behind here and take off those wet clothes,” Sophia pointed behind the screen. “And I’ll find you something warm to wear, my sister loves to knit and crochet, I think we have something that will work.”
I quickly took off my sodden shoes and socks after tossing my coat onto the floor. I began to slide my sweats down but realized the leggings were almost as wet as the sweats. I reached for my shoes and socks with the intent on leaving the building, since there was no way I wanted Sophia to know I was wearing leggings when two red sock-like tubes were hung over the divider and Sophia’s arms appeared and scooped up the clothes I was reaching for. “Hurry up behind there, this can’t be all of your clothes. You’re going to catch a chill.”
With a sigh and a deep feeling of unfairness I pulled down my sweats and then the leggings, tossing them over the divider where they were soon picked up by Sophia who made no comment about the obviously feminine cream-colored leggings. She probably assumed they were just for the added warmth, unfortunately the green nightie which was also wet would allow for no such explanations. I decided to leave it on since the green silk would dry quickly and reached for the tubes of red .
The two crocheted objects were long red socks made of a soft yarn that were as long as stockings. I pulled one up my leg and it could easily reach my crotch so I let it wrinkle up around my knee and pulled on the other. They were warm and protected my feet from the cold floor but the bright red color made me feel a little foolish, even more so than usual.
“Sorry Jack, this is the best I could find that would be warm enough. I checked with Polly and she said you wouldn’t mind.” Sophia’s voice said as a white article of clothing was slung over the screen.
I pulled the object and held it out. I could not stop the groan from escaping my lips. It was a long dress woven of a soft white yarn that was long enough to cover every inch of my body but also very definitely a woman’s sweater dress. “Seriously.” I was unable to keep the irritation from my voice. “I can’t wear this.”
Sophia’s voice lost the apologetic tone. “Your own clothing is too wet, and my sister and I don’t exactly stock clothing appropriate for a boy.”
“I can just wrap a blanket around myself.” I suggested but realized too late that it would be a challenge to cover the nightie if she agreed.
“Sorry, but when I showed it to Polly she said you’d be reluctant. Shall I fetch her and you can talk it over?” Sophia said.
I knew there was no way Polly would free me from this situation, she may not have intentionally dumped me in the snow but she knew how to take advantage of an opportunity.
“I’ll make us some snacks and hot cocoa once you're dressed.”
With a mumbled curse I found the bottom hem of the dress and pulled it over my head. After a few false starts that had my arms exiting through the neck opening the long dress dropped down my body where it caught on the long red socks. A few more seconds of effort and the dress was touching the floor, my red stocking feet and green nightie completely hidden. The thick turtleneck could easily have covered my entire face and hid my embarrassment but Sophia would not allow such an escape, so it bunched around my neck like a giant white collar.
White Sweater Dress
With a sigh I stepped around the screen. “I don’t know how I get myself into these things.”
“Well you look warm, now have a seat and let’s chat. I’ve been told that you know Teresa who lives with Paul out west of here.” Sophia said.
“Yes, she’s my grandmother on my mother’s side.” I said, shuffling my way to the table to keep from stepping on the hem of the dress. I was not about to hold up my skirts, that would be way to feminine.
“Oh that explains the ring I saw on Polly’s finger, I knew I’d seen it before. Tell me, where is the matching necklace?” Sophia said.
The weight of the crystal necklace around my throat seemed to increase. “Polly likes me to wear it.”
“Oh really, can I see it?” Sophia said.
I pulled down the thick turtleneck of the dress and showed her the necklace. “Can you take it off?” Sophia asked quickly.
“No sorry, I’ve never been able to manage the clasp.”
Sophia laughed and clapped her hands. “That proves it. It’s the very same set. Have you noticed anything special about it?”
“Most folks don’t notice I’m wearing it, and I can’t seem to get it off myself. That’s it.”
“Yes, and what’s more, as old as my sister and I are, we have no idea who made it. You’re grandma bought it from us years ago and I guess she gave it to you.”
“To Polly actually, well that’s not true. She gave just the necklace to Polly as a birthday gift and Polly has me wear it. I gave her the ring recently for our engagement.”
Sophia nodded. “They are incredibly unique pieces, your grandma claimed she always knew her husband was safe when he wore that necklace.”
I shrugged. “It seems rather feminine.”
Sophia waved her hand. “Who cares.”
“I guess so. Do you think my clothes will be dry soon?” I asked while taking another drink of the delicious cocoa.
“Oh, probably well before Polly and Laura are done?” Sophia answered.
“What are they doing?” I asked.
“Trying on lingerie and things.”
“It takes so long?” I said.
“Probably depends on how many items, but since we won’t get any more customers Laura will take her time. She loves to see the various items on a woman as lovely as Polly.”
I nodded in agreement. “I suppose it might benefit me.”
“Why is she shopping for you too?” Sophia asked.
“Well, not exactly but I'll likely enjoy the view if you take my meaning.”
Sophia nodded. “Oh to be young, though it would only be fair if we find something for her to enjoy as well.”
I waved my hands and shook my head. “No, no. Polly likes to do that herself, especially when I have little choice in the matter.” I shook my head as the words left my lips and glanced at the hot cocoa wondering if there was some drug in it that would cause me to speak so freely.
“Oh really, that sounds interesting. What do you mean exactly?”
I felt my cheeks heat but shook my head. “Sorry, I said too much. It’s not appropriate.”
“Oh come now, don’t deny an old woman a little vicarious fun. Tell me, it’s already obvious she likes to see you in frock now and then. Am I right?”
“Yes, I guess that much is obvious. I said looking down over my own body.”
“Especially since I see a bit of green silk through the weave of that dress.”
I looked down over the dress and in the better light of the dining area could distinctly see the darker green of the satin nightie through the loops and knots of yarn that comprised the dress. “Dang it, I didn’t even notice.”
“I think it’s great. It’s not everyday I meet a young man that would do so much for the love of his lady.” Sophia smiled. “But tell me, what other things has she done, you mentioned you have ‘little choice’. What does that mean?”
“Sheesh, Sophia you are asking embarrassing questions.” I responded while taking another drink of the cocoa.
“I know, in my experience there are few other questions that are worth asking, now go on young man spill it. I mean it’s not like you have a choice.” Sophia said, raising her eyebrows as she emphasised the reused phrase. “I have all your clothes.”
“You wouldn’t.” I said.
Sophia shrugged. “I might.”
“Good grief, this is ridiculous.” I answered and pushed back from the table.
“What’s ridiculous is making such a fuss over a harmless little story. Start with an easy one, tell me about the day you met Polly.”
I swallowed and nearly spit the cocoa all over the table in the fit of choking that followed after her words. “That’s hardly easy.”
“Oh really,” Sophia’s eyes lit up. “Do tell.”
I took a deep breath and counted the number of people who already knew the tale and decided it was hardly worth the effort of denying the older women. “It all started with my sister Kat…” I began with Sophia constantly interrupting asking questions about what I was wearing and what Polly said. She seemed especially interested in the way the ropes were tied and how it felt. Surprisingly she barely commented on the dress Polly had me wear but always wanted the details about the various restraints and how they were applied. By the time I detailed that first evening with Polly quite a bit of time passed.
“Such a lovely story. Thanks for sharing it.” Sophia smiled with a genuine look of delight decorating her careworn face.
“You’re welcome, do you think they’re almost done?”
“I’ll check.” She poured me another mug of cocoa and then disappeared through the doorway. Seconds later she was back. “No way, they are discussing bridal lingerie which is one of Laura's passions. Looks like it will be a while.”
“I guess I should be glad she’s having a good time, that’s why we came, but man I wish I could sneak a peek?”
“You naughty boy, we don’t allow men in the lingerie display area. Mostly because it’s pretty small and the changing rooms are open to the room with screens for privacy.”
“No one else is here.” I argued.
Sophia held up her hands. “If you’re willing to withstand the ire of my sister, then be my guest.”
“Is she that mean?” I asked.
“Not mean, just determined, but sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference.” Sophia said.
“Let me try the direct approach.” I stood and walked to the entryway and then rapped loudly on the doorframe next to the curtain that led to the display room. “Hello, it’s Jack, can I come in?”
Laura’s head poked out of the curtain revealing only the barest hint of the racks and tables within. Her head moved up and down my body. “I’m glad someone found a use for that dress, I let it get too long and didn’t want to fix it. White is such a boring color. What did you need?”
“Just hoping to see Polly.”
Laura’s head disappeared only to be replaced by Polly’s seconds later. “Oh Jack, I love the dress.”
I rolled my eyes. “I feel ridiculous, but since you’ve seen me in this, how about you return the favor?”
Polly’s head disappeared and I heard a whispered conversation. “Sorry Jack, it’s against the rules.”
“But no one else is here.”
“Ok, let me try something with Laura.” Polly’s head disappeared again and there was more unintelligible whispered conversation.
Laura appeared again and this time stepped through the curtain. She stepped to the door and flipped the sign so that “Open” was facing inward and turned the lock on the dead bolt. “Stay here, I need to chat with my sister.”
I waited and tried to sneak a peek past the curtain but there was little to see and I had to step back when I heard Laura returning. “Alright I think we can work something out under certain conditions, Sophia will fill you in.”
I looked back toward the twin’s living area to see Sophia standing there crooking her finger toward me. I approached Sophia who was smiling broadly. “Polly suggested you be blindfolded so Laura can control what you see and when you see it. I have some scarves in here that we can use.”
“Of course Polly suggested it.” I said, shaking my head a little.
“If you want to skip, we can play cards or something while we wait.”
“What are the odds they never take off the blindfold, do you suppose?” I asked.
Sophia laughed. “Now that would be mean, I don’t think Laura will do that.”
“Alright, a blindfold isn’t so bad.” I answered and followed Sophia into the room. She walked over to one of the bedroom areas and returned a few moments later with a few folded scarves. “Turn around and I’ll get this tied over your eyes.”
I glimpsed a yellow and green print briefly before the cool silk covered my face and tightened across my eyes. She then took the turtleneck of the dress and pulled it up so it was covering my entire face. “Alright let’s see those arms, Laura doesn’t trust you to keep the blindfold in place.”
“Wait a second, I never agreed to that.” I said taking a step back from the direction of Sophia’s voice.
“Well Polly suggested it, and I thought it would be best to wait until the last moment to mention it.” Sophia sighed. “Seems I was right.”
“The way this usually goes, I’ll end up wearing a bra and panties and standing in the window of your shop bound to a pole as one of your mannequins.” I said, still backing away.
“You have such interesting ideas.” Sophia said and her voice was right behind me. She suddenly jerked the already too long sleeves of the white sweater dress over my hands and held onto them.
“Nope, nope, nope.” I pulled on the sleeves hoping to pull them from her grasp but I was disoriented without my sight and was worried about falling, knowing once that happened I would be stuck.
“Easy does it, Jack.” Her voice came from my right. I stepped left and felt my hip touch the back of a piece of furniture. Sophia pushed on my back gently but enough to cause me to fall backward onto some cushions. She never released her grip on the sleeves which allowed her to pull my hands behind my back and when I turned myself over I could tell that she had knotted the sleeves together across my stomach forcing my arms to remain behind my back. “Looks like I still got it.”
I tried to raise up but with my hands bound behind my back it was too awkward so I rolled over. This turned out to be exactly what Sophia wanted since the second my back was turned she used what I assumed to be more scarves to wrap around my already trapped wrists making sure I could not slip my arms out of the sleeves. “Now Jack, enough struggling. Let me help you so we can go see Polly.”
A little breathless from the brief scuffle, I slipped to the ground lying on my stomach to keep the weight off my arms. “Once again I find myself at the mercy of women.”
Sophia laughed. “I think we both know you prefer it that way. Now up with you.”
I struggled to stand but with help I managed to get to my feet. Sophia’s hands slid beneath the too long skirt of the sweater dress. “What are you doing?” I said becoming distinctly uncomfortable.
“Just fixing the socks, they’ve fallen to your knees.” Sophia answered.
“I never pulled them above my knees.” I answered.
“Well that will never do.” Sophia pulled the socks up my thighs and lowered the dress back down. “Now come along.”
I felt her hand on my back gently pushing me along, I took small steps but soon felt the curtain brush out of the way as we entered what I assumed to be the lingerie room. There was certainly a different smell but with both the blindfold and the turtleneck pulled over my eyes I could see nothing. “Realy, Sophia, no one asked you to tie his hands.”
“I didn’t want him to take off the blindfold.” Sophia responded, with a little bit of defensiveness in her voice. “Besides he doesn’t mind, Polly does it to him all the time.”
“Hey now.” I said. “That’s different.”
“Oh Jack, what trouble have you got yourself into now.” Polly’s voice said.
“It’s not my fault, Sophia did it. She said you told her too.”
“Oh Polly, that is such a sexy look.” I heard Sophia say.
“What look?” I turned my head toward Polly’s voice.
“I think I made the right choice binding his hands,” Sophia laughed. “He would never be able to keep them to himself.”
“Perhaps,” Laura said. “But I think we’ll save that one for later. Here you go Polly, try this on to give Jack a little taste.”
“No Laura, I want to show him this one. He needs to see that I can handle a corset too.” Polly answered.
There was a beat of silence in which I had to time groan over Polly’s poor choice of words. “Do you mean, you’ve had Jack in a corset.” Sophia said with obvious delight in her voice.
Polly sighed. “Oh dear, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Can we…” I heard Sophia start.
“No.” I cut her off. “I’m not trying on lingerie, sorry.”
“But…” Sophia said again.
“Sorry Sophia. We can’t lose customers just because you want a thrill... er a second thrill.” She said, referring to my current predicament. “If you’re sure, let me get this blindfold off.”
“I’m sure.” Polly answered.
The turtleneck was pushed back down and the silk scarf loosened. After blinking I saw Polly posing in front of a 3-way mirror wearing a gorgeous set of purple lingerie consisting of a corset complete with a matching panty and garters holding up a pair of stockings. “Wow you look amazing.”
Purple Corset Set
“Thank you, though I admit this is pretty tight.” She gripped her waist with both her hands.
“Worth it, definitely worth it.” I smiled.
“Will you help me out of this, I do like it, but we tightened it a bit too much”
“Sophia, take care of Jack.” Laura said as she moved toward Polly.
“My pleasure.” Sophia answered and I soon found myself sitting in the dark listening to the arousing sound of lingerie being removed from Polly’s body.
“Do you think we’ll be much longer?” I asked.
“Are his clothes dry?” Polly asked.
“I’d imagine they are but you don’t have to leave if you still want to look around.” Sophia answered.
“Oh I’ve got a lot of things on order so I’m pretty much done. Jack has been patient with me and I’m going to make sure dinner is possible tonight down at Tamara’s place.
“If not, we’d love to have you for dinner.” Sophia said.
“As you can tell, Sophia has a thing for young men.” Laura said.
Polly laughed. “Odd that she hangs out in a lingerie store then. Probably not a lot of young men come in here.”
“Oh but when they do, they’re the perfect sort of young men, at least for me.” Sophia answered. “It really filters out the dead wood.”
“Sister mine, you need to control yourself.”
“Polly, I’m not sure I’m safe with her.” I said.
“Oh he’s not,” Sophia answered.
“He’s spoken for.” Polly said with a smile in her voice.
“Let’s go find your clothes.” Sophia said while helping me to my feet.
We passed back through the foyer and into the living space, by then Sophia had the blindfold removed. “You know I’m just teasing. I would never do anything bad.”
“I sensed a playful soul.” I answered. “So no worries, though you had me a bit worried with the take down you used to tie my hands.”
Sophia released my arms and pulled my clothing out of the dryer that was buzzing away in the corner leaving me to shed the over-long sweater dress and red socks/stockings.
She pouted when I rounded the corner of the screen. “So boring.”
“So comfortable.” I responded.
Polly was talking to Laura in the foyer when I entered. “You two stop by again before you leave.”
“Do you think the weather will be clear enough to leave on Monday?” Polly asked.
Laura moved aside the small curtain covering a window and peered out into the street. “I doubt it, even if the snow plow comes through, you might have a difficult time getting your car free.”
“Well, thanks again and I love your shop.” Polly said.
“You’re quite welcome, and Jack, tell that grandmother of yours to stop by more often.” Laura said.
Sophia waved away my handshake and pulled me into a hug. “No hard feelings.” And then she kissed me full on the lips.
“Sophia!” Laura said.
Polly just shook her head and I could find nothing to say.
We dashed across the street with a couple bags of Polly’s purchases and stomped our feet on the rug just inside the door of the bread and breakfast. The service desk was empty as was the breakfast area. “I guess they all left for the day.” Polly said
“Makes sense, we are the only guests and with this weather they won’t be getting more.” I answered.
“Here’s a note.” Polly said looking over the small desk.
“Over with Tamara, join us there for dinner at 7:00.”
“That gives us some time for you to show me what you bought.” I suggested.
“You mean what I bought for you.” Polly said with a devilish grin.
“Ugh, how long do I have to wear your stuff?” I said knowing it was a long time yet.
“Seven days from Friday, now stop your whining, you picked the hardest category of card in the game, and you knew it would be something wild.” Polly scolded as she headed toward the stairs.
Truth be told it was actually pretty tame compared to what my imagination could dream up. At the top of the stairs the room which had previously held Marcie bound to a bed post was open. “Do you think that room is empty?”
Polly snorted. “I’m not checking,” She opened the door to our room and set the bags from the lingerie store on the coffee table before walking into the bedroom.
I followed and watched her as she looked out over the town as the sky dimmed, the hidden sun falling toward the horizon somewhere behind the clouds. Her pile of red curls flowed about her face as the street lights turned on turning the snow an amber color. “Penny for your thoughts.”
Polly held out her hand and I reached out to take it. Moments later we were kissing and time seemed to stand still. Somehow I found myself on the bed Polly stradling my chest as she ran her fingers through my hair. “Maybe we should just stay in tonight.”
“You’re asking a lot of me.” I answered.
“Really you don’t want to?” Polly said with a little hurt in her eyes.
“I want to kiss you but not just on your lips. I want to touch every part of you at once. I want to feel your hair sliding over me. I want to make love to you.”
“Ah I see, and you think I don’t want those things?” Polly asked with a smile.
“I think you are better at self control.” I answered.
“I could wrap you in rope and then do all of that to you. Are you saying that you could violate my desires in some masculine, lustful attack.”
I smiled a bit. “Yeah, well I suppose that really isn’t me.”
“No, no it isn’t.” Polly said. “I want you too, but I want to wait.”
“What if something happens, it’s not like we haven’t been close to losing each other in the past.”
“Making love now or after we’re married won’t make a bit of difference to how we’ll feel if something terrible happens.” Polly answered.
“True, so shall we go eat with all the lust crazed women of this town?” I asked.
Polly laughed. “Tamara seems normal.”
“We’ll see.”