Nerves and adrenaline ran wild through Mimi. A
trickle of sweat slid down her spine and eventually settled in the small of her
back. The day was exciting, terrifying and dreadfully sad. There was no doubt
she’d survive the upheaval to her private life, but first she had to make a
shocking and very sexual walk down the runway all by herself.
As quietly as she could while wearing extremely
high heels, Mimi took a deep breath as she carefully stepped out onto the dark
stage. In the inky blackness, she prepared to strike her opening pose. Trying to
find calm, she kept repeating her goals for the event.
While acting as Armand’s muse and model, she
was there to entice and surprise people who knew what to expect from his shows.
She needed to encourage buyers to buy and impress magazine editors to put the
ensemble both on their covers and between them. Then there were the fashionistas
and BDSM lifestyle aficionados in the audience to wow and persuade to wear
something similar to a special event, even if it was a private party. If she
could accomplish what the designer hoped for, then her nervousness would be
In a moment of weakness, she thought about how
Rick had planned to be there, participating in the never to be repeated
experience with her as a couple. However, she was the person requested to show
off her friend’s designs and she was alone. Unlike her usual self, Mimi was
unsure, restless and maybe a little scared. She wanted it all to start soon,
because she was sure once the first steps were made, everything would be fine,
especially because of what she wore.
She loved leather and Armand had surrounded her
in the material that helped her sensuality flourish and expand into new areas.
It gave her great pleasure to wear and smell it. The
way it held her tightly, highlighting her curves, boosted her feelings of
desirability. Add in a chance to anonymously act the naughty model slash muse
and Mimi knew she wouldn’t find it difficult to have fun strutting her
friend’s clothes in front of an audience.
Traditionally in a fashion show, the final
model sent down the runway represented the designer’s piece de resistance
in the form of a bridal gown. Times had changed, but her friend wanted to make
the connection to the past once again, albeit to an unconventional bride. When
Armand first asked if she’d be willing to make the walk as he’d described
it, she’d been hesitant. Not because she was ashamed of showing her body, she
was pleased with her real woman’s figure and its curves.
However, she knew the fashion world could be a
cruel arena for anyone who colored outside the box and his show was further away
from normal than he’d ever gone before. He’d instantly pooh-poohed her
concerns and confided the audience was hand-picked because of their openness to
the different and raunchy. After that, he continued down the path exactly as
he’d envisioned it and added an element to ensure she wasn’t recognized.
Mimi focused on taking slow, calming breathes
through her nose as the time for her grand reveal raced closer. She concentrated
on how he’d designed each piece specifically for her and savored the moment.
Her pussy clenched with pleasure as she inhaled the delicious aromatic quality
wafting up, surrounding and encasing her body. The alluring fragrance from the
leather, along with the type of garments she wore, had moisture building in her
slit. Unfortunately, all it managed to do was remind her there would be no
fulfillment from her lover later.
Each item she wore for the show left her
feeling as special and beautiful as any woman about to walk down the matrimonial
aisle, only with an added dash of erotic spice. The bride she portrayed and felt
akin to freely chose to dress entirely in white leather. She was sexually
vulnerable and ready to submit body and soul to her mate.
Time seemed to have stopped as she stood there
in the dark, perched on five-inch stiletto-heeled leather boots. They smoothed
up her legs until they stopped mid-thigh. The fit was perfect and looked painted
over her flesh.
One of the more symbolic pieces of the outfit
was found on her arms and depicted the real submission Armand’s bride and she
both willingly accepted. From her wrists stretching up to her elbows were stiff
leather arm binders, items worn often by people who enjoyed restrictive movement
in their love play. Using five sturdy ties the two bands were locked together,
ensuring her arms remained secured behind her back and unable to bend or move.
The position of her arms helped stretch her
posture to perfection, which was further enhanced by the classic Victorian style
corset of leather she wore. She loved wearing corsets, as they pinched in a
delicious manner and presented her large breasts for delightful treatment.
The shape of the cups allowed her taut red
nipples to rest over the hard rolled edge where they remained perched and eager
for attention. Laced tightly up the back, she knew how the precise line of
ribbons looked seductive and promised as much in the wearing as in taking it
off. The end of the laces had been tucked beneath the bottom of the piece to
keep them from disturbing the smooth seductive curves the leather took above her
hips, over her small belly and straight across the small of her back.
With her arms secured behind her, Mimi was left
in an exposed position. The audience would be able to plainly see what was
missing from Armand’s design: panties. There was nothing to hide her tidy
blonde curls, her barely visible lower lips or the dark crease splitting her
ass. The lovers of all things fashion forward and outrageous were in for a real