Sharon looks round to see what other clothing is available. With her new long legs and 6 inch heels, she can now reach the lower branches of a Basque Tree and pluck one from it. “What luck! For once something that fits my figure, although these quarter cups look as if they were designed for a big girl.” The basque, a stunning construction of lurid red leather, is studded with metal spikes and rings. It does, however, fit perfectly round Sharon’s new wasp-waist. Surprisingly, Sharon’s modest bosom does not grow to fill the cups. Instead they lift and mold her breasts leaving her nipples peeking through the V-shape cut in the cup. This is some compensation for Sharon’s disappointment (and the author’s!) at the lack of breast expansion. Somehow her 34C, 22, 38 figure doesn’t seem quite up to the growing feelings of sexual dominance the outfit is engendering.
Attached to basque are a number of red leather straps also sporting an unnecessarily large number of rings and metal fittings. After some experimenting, Sharon works out that she needs to attach the collar round her neck and tighten the straps to lift her breasts a little higher. She finds that her head is raised by the collar and she is forced to adopt a proud, even arrogant posture.
As she strides purposefully forward down the path, her heels click-clicking on the hard surface, her thoughts turn to the other clothes she saw earlier. “I suppose most girls in this place wear those soppy teddies and not much else. Pathetic, mindless sluts who need a firm hand to show them their place; and I bet the men are too weak to .........” She blushes at her own thoughts. “Now what on earth made me start thinking like that?”
Sharon’s train of thought is disturbed by the next group of bushes. She pulls on a pair of long, shiny red gloves which stretch high above her elbows. Again the knuckles are ornamented with some rather scary metal studs. No obvious change takes place, to her relief, as she has always been contented with the shape of her arms and hands. However, the buzz that runs through her biceps, suggests a new vigour, perhaps even new talents. “Now for some panties. Surely nothing can go wrong wearing these?”
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