There was nothing particularly noteworthy about him; a little under six feet tall, medium build, dressed in casual but clearly expensive clothes.
He looked right at home in the lounge as he strode to a chair and sat down.
She walked with confidence and practiced ease despite the severe restrictions put on her gait by the tight skirt and high heels.
They boarded the first class section of the 747, and I followed.
He took no notice of her, and if she hadn’t followed him so closely and so deferentially, it might almost have seemed as if the weren’t together.
If he was unremarkable, she was spectacularly noteworthy.
There was a heavy silver chain about her neck held closed with a small ornamental lock.
She carried herself very proudly as she walked behind him and perched on the edge of a chair next to him.The top of her outfit, a sort of tunic thing, was very tight across her breasts and came down well below her hips.It had long sleeves and was tightly belted at the waist so that the portion below the belt flared out rather loosely and covered her hips and bottom.Surprisingly she came across the lounge and sat down next to me. “A lot of people stare at me, but you seemed to have a genuine curiosity rather than the revulsion or leers I get from so many. Because of the long flight, my master has allowed me to wear a rather short waist cinch rather than the long corset I usually wear. I wear this wig so that I won’t freak out the public. In private I’m not allowed to wear anything except corset, hose, and heels unless my master has some special costume for me.I have been ordered to ask if you would like to hear my story.” “Ordered? When I say usually, I mean that I wear a corset 23 hours a day. “You don’t have any eyebrows” “Actually I don’t have any hair anywhere on my body,” she said. I figure they way I dress is about as much as they can take.” “You always dress this way? Of course I’m always restrained in some way, but that doesn’t really count as clothing.” “What do you mean you’re always restrained? “I mean,” she replied, “that I am never completely free.It seemed to me that she squirmed a little bit, but as she didn’t seem to notice me I assumed that I was not the cause of her discomfort. If this kept up, I wasn’t going to be known as a brilliant conversationalist. “You must have noticed that it is cut to restrict my stride, but what is not so obvious is the amount of lycra in it.