Tamed By A Dress: Part III

An excerpt from another of one our classic real-life stories, ‘Tamed By A Dress‘ from the FEMINZATIONS magazine!

Tamed By A Dress: Part III

When Ann took over as director of ImageMax, she brought in tough new rules to ensure the programme ran as efficiently as possible. Alas, some of the interns thought they could flout these new measures. It would be a mistake they would regret.

Just as Tom was about to be plunged into darkness, Ann suddenly raised her hands.

‘Hold on a second!’ she said, reaching for a pair of long, black gloves. ‘Don’t forget these,’ she added, as she handed them to Tammy and Anita. Tom looked down as they pulled the tight rib knit gloves up each arm. The restrictive fit left only his thumb and index finger free while the other three fingers were tightly bound together like a mitten.

Ann nodded and once again, Anita and Tammy raised the dress over his head and then began to slowly pull it down his body. Now in complete darkness, he could feel the two women gently pull the figure hugging ribbed material all the way down to his ankles. The sensation was incredible, as if his entire body was being held captive. The oversized cuffs felt heavy on his arms and contrasted with the tight-fitting sleeves.

Ann then began to fold the impossibly long turtleneck down around his head. He blinked as he was brought back into the light of the boutique. Even after folding it several times, the turtleneck was still pushing his chin up to its limit. Anita and Tammy took an arm each and began folding the deep cuffs.

He felt Ann grip him by the shoulders and slowly turn him towards the full length mirror. They all stepped back to allow him an unobstructed view of himself.

‘Turn around,’ said Tammy, gesturing her hand in a circular motion.

Tom was mesmerized by what he saw in the mirror. The ribbed knit of the dress clung to every curve, the padded panties and breast forms enhanced the silhouette beautifully, but as he turned, he immediately felt the restrictiveness of it. He prayed that they were just letting him try it on and that they would soon let him take it off.

Those hopes were immediately dashed by Ann, ‘Okay. Now that we have you dressed appropriately, lets put you to work. Follow me!’

Tom followed her obediently to the other side of the boutique. The constraints of the wide band at the hem of the dress meant he was limited to small steps, like he was wearing a hobble skirt. Ann would occasionally turn back to glance at him, smiling broadly. Her perfect shoulder length bob sweeping dramatically each time she turned her head. She seemed to relish in the complete control she now had over him.

‘This is the section you will be working in,’ she holding her arms outstretched.

There were two long aisles of wooden shelves which backed onto each other. Placed on top of each aisle were a dozen dress forms arranged in two rows of six. Next to them was a long rack which ran down one side of the room. Underneath the rack was yet another row of shelving.

‘It’s all empty now but soon this will all be full of new stock,’ she said. ‘It will be your job to make sure it looks immaculate at all times.’

Tom looked at the huge space nervously.

‘Let’s get you started,’ she said, beckoning him over with her finger, ‘I’m sure you have been in a high-end boutique before haven’t you?’

Tom nodded.

‘Well those places don’t look like that by accident. Every item is arranged meticulously and that is what you will be doing.’

She gestured towards the table in front of them on which around a dozen turtlenecks in various colours were laid out flat in two piles.

‘Now watch Tammy as she shows you how to fold them correctly.’

Tom watched intently as Tammy expertly folded them one after the other, forming them into two perfect stacks of six.

Ann gently placed her hand on his back and moved him closer to the table.

‘She how each one is folded identically and all the edges line up perfectly?’

‘Yes,’ he replied.

She nodded to Tammy, who then unfolded them and laid them out flat again.

‘Okay. Let’s see you try.’ said Tammy.

Slowly, he took the first one and began to fold it.

‘No. Fold it that way first! That’s better. Now fold it that way.’

The gloves he was wearing made it extremely difficult to manipulate the soft material and what made his task even harder were the heavy, oversized cuffs of the dress which would slip down over his hands every few seconds. Because of this he was constantly having to raise his hands and twirl his wrists so the cuffs moved back. Despite this, with the close supervision of the two women, his technique began to gradually improve.

He was made to repeat the process repeatedly for what felt like an eternity . They then upped the ante by adding another twelve turtlenecks.

‘Now you are going to stack them into three lots of eight,’ said Ann, ‘And this time we will time you.’ she added ominously, holding up a stopwatch.

Tom could feel the pressure building but what made it much worse was that the restrictiveness of the dress was beginning to take its toll. As well as the cuffs slipping down over his hands he could increasingly feel the tightness of the dress against his body, the brutally high turtleneck felt as if it was devouring him and no matter which way he turned his head, there was no escape from it. Increasingly he would blow out his cheeks as he desperately tried to keep up with their instructions.

‘Okay. you can stop there.’ said Ann, raising her hand.

Tom took a deep breath, thinking his ordeal was over. Then to his horror Tammy placed yet another stack of twelve turtlenecks on the table.

‘Six stacks of six this time.’ said Ann, holding up the stopwatch again.

Tom looked at them both, pleadingly. Ann simply shrugged her shoulders and shook her head dismissively.

‘We’ve only just started,’ she said sarcastically, ‘Six stacks of six. Now do it!’

Tom bowed his head before once again taking the first turtleneck in hand.

‘Go!’ she said, simultaneously starting the stopwatch.

As Tom went to work, Ann turned and smiled at Tammy.

‘Looks like Annabelle has him on the ropes already,’ she purred.

Enjoying this classic story? The next part, along with other classic sexy stories are coming soon!

Emma x