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Evie looks incredible in the newest fabric developed by the incomparable Miss Laressa Silverspun. Designed for a ‘wet look,’ the fabric is shiny, stretchy and clingy. And definitely sexy and alluring.
The dress alone is stunning, a sleeveless sheath that hugs and conforms to the shape of her lovely curves, with slits all they way to her hips on both sides.
Long gloves and stockings elevate and complete the look; she’s at once voluptuous, elegant, and daring.
So now…is she still modeling the look for Laressa and her customers? Or is she now waiting to show it off for an admirer? Or lying ‘in wait’ for a lover?
Or…all of the above?
I love commissioning and collaborating with @MenchiMenagerie, because our best ideas come from us riffing on new and saucy interactions between our characters. A sizzling hot idea will pop up, and suddenly we both know we MUST DO IT!
The above is a crop of his image; you can see the full image on his page: DeviantArt.
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Miss Laressa Silverspun enlists her two favorite ‘flies’ to serve as living mannequins for the unveiling of her Spring Collection!
here’s a teaser snippet:
The debut of spring collections is an important event for any fashion designer. It’s their opportunity to showcase the newest styles of their collection and draw attention to their work.
For a Haute Couture seamstress like Laressa Silverspun, her Spring Collection is her time to shine. Warming temperatures call for light, wispy and flowing fabrics—which are Laressa’s specialty.
But while ordinarily designers rely on casual spring florals and pastels to anchor their spring collections, Laressa chooses to focus on the elegant. She is one of the few who dares to show off jewel tones in her high-end fashions, in preparation for Prom and ‘Bridesmaid Dress’ season.
Even ‘Mistress’ Laressa’s fashion shows are special. She doesn’t rely on lifeless mannequins to show off her exquisite designs—quite the opposite. Laressa prefers to enlist the help of her favorite sexy little ‘flies’ to serve as living mannequins.
Her dearest cuties are actually eager to participate. For an evening’s work tightly ensconced in the finest of silk wrapping, they get to keep the gorgeous dresses that were, quite literally, made specially for them—crafted directly onto their bodies while they did their best to remain still.
Plus, they are always invited to an intimate ‘after-party’ in Laressa’s private chambers.
Do their delightful wriggles and soft mewing help show off the dresses and get Laressa’s customers in the mood to buy? They must—why else would ‘Mistress’ Laressa lovingly stroke and tease them all evening long?
Please go give @menchmenagerie a visit over on his page and show him some love! He’s definitely worthy of your kinky fun times commission budget!
Clad in black from head to toe, I was concealed in shadow in Laressa’s darkened bedroom. I had a clear view of the two women on the bed; the slender young woman wth the chestnut hair was lying on her back, with the elegant redhead kneeling over her. Both were oblivious to my presence.
That was likely because of how focused upon each other they were. Elle, the dark haired beauty, was staring up at the more dominant crimson-haired Laressa with desire and trepidation in her eyes…partially because there was little else she could do. Her wrists were stretched out to the corners of the headboard, her ankles were similarly stretched out wide, and she wore a stiff collar that kept her chin up and eyes forward.
The look on Laressa’s face was more sultry, seductive and in control. Which was also appropriate, as she was kneeling over Elle in a commanding pose and tracing a teasing finger over the trembling flesh of the younger woman.
The scene was so sensual and hot that I couldn’t resist letting my own fingers trace softly over the sheer fabric of my black skinsuit, lingering over the hard raised shape of a hardened nipple, or stroking over the warm dampness between my legs.
I had to stifle a sigh of pleasure. If I revealed my presence too soon, my gambit would be over and the bet would be lost. Laressa had already completed her move by fiendishly coaxing me into the most wanton sensual distress. Tonight was finally my turn.
The saucy and sexy full story and image can be read here for free: Betting on Gold
“There, perfect!” A happy timber from the redhead, and with a sharp yank the hood covering Evies’ face was yanked clear off her head.
Face to face with Laressa, a warm smile on her lips as she leaned in to kiss the gag of the helpless beauty. “I spent a while thinking ‘what would be the perfect way to keep you on edge, helpless but to melt with desire and pleasure all for My amusement?’ and then I remembered there was a certain garden a friend of mine took good care of. I just knew you would enjoy it.”
Evie blinked her eyes with the light blinding her, her vision coming back into focus as she saw the trees and plants surrounding her. Various unique species of plants in different locations, a sort of ordered chaos to it all.
She then looked down to see what were clearly roots creeping up her thighs, and from the centre of a flower bloomed a violet-pink bulb. With how it was growing, there was little doubt about just what it was seeking.
The saucy and sexy Part 1 story and uncropped image is here for free: Betting on Red
The saucy and sexy Part 2 story and uncropped image is here for free: Betting on Gold
Laressa watched with amusement while I struggled to raise myself up to my knees. With my arms wrapped tightly to my sides, it took several pushes with my bound wrists to get my hip below me enough to sit up. It took two more failures before I could tuck my legs underneath and balance on my knees. Finally, with my hair hanging in my eyes, I was able to look up at her.
“Very good,” Laressa said. “I know that wasn’t easy, but you showed determination. Now let’s see about you making amends, yes?” She got up from the chair and squatted in front of me, looking at me closely. With a delicate touch of her fingers she drew my hair back from my face.
“Thank you, Mistress,” was all I said. I felt happy to have earned her approval for my effort.
“To prove obedience, we must first address disobedience, yes?” She traced her fingers down the side of my face, along my jawline to my chin. Then she reversed her hand and let her fingernails glide across my exposed neck back below my ear, and down again to my collarbone.
“Yes, Mistress.” I thrilled at her touch. I was tempted to lean into her hand, seeking more. Her touch was so sensual, I was not yet thinking about what ‘addressing disobedience’ might mean.
Evie is happy to be by Laressa’s side…so happy, that Laressa can show her off to other prospective clients…anonymously, of course…
My good friend MenchiMenagerie was kind and generous enough to include Evie in his stream image today, and it inspired me to add a little vignette to go with it. See the sexy and explicit version on either of our pages!
Mrs. Willingsley, a refined and elegant wealthy lady of Greytrade, and a prospective client of Laressa’s, was vacillating.
“I’m just not sure, Laressa. I’m not sure what to expect, and so I’m unsure I’m ready for something like this.”
“I understand,” Laressa replied. “My services are not to be sought out capriciously. And I understand it may be difficult to take my word alone. But I would be taking risks by taking you on as a client, and I expect you to take some risks as well.”
“If only I could perhaps speak with another of your clients, perhaps obtain a testimonial or reference from them…”
“That would be quite inappropriate,” Laressa snapped. “The privacy and confidentiality of my
clients are of utmost importance.” She softened her tone then. “However, I may be able to show you an example of some who are quite satisfied…”
“I would appreciate that, yes,” Mrs. Willingsley nodded, with obvious relief.
Laressa led her across the sitting room to a door leading to one of her many private chambers. The room was very dark but a faint rustling could be heard within.
“Wait here a moment, please, and I will light a lamp.”
Mrs. Willingsely trembled with unease to be left in the near darkness, but then her breath caught in her throat as the lights came up in the room.
Laressa was standing beside a naked blonde woman on her knees, blindfolded and bound tightly with what appeared to be fine silk. The silk was attached about her throat as well, and a long strand flowed up to where Laressa held it in her hand. Behind Laressa, the outline of two other women were visible as they wriggled and dangled completely encased in silk.
“If you are willing to trust me, Mrs. Willingsley, you might enjoy my attentions as much as these lovelies do.”
This story and commission were a gift to The Jaded Entity, and follows a story he wrote about Millie and Evie. Unfortunately, I was unable to get his permission to share the story or art for his portion of the exchange, and so sadly their story ends here.
Evie and Millie were relaxing in the garden of the little cottage Evie had rented for the weekend. Both had enjoyed a decadent lie-in after being up entirely too late the night before, and a simple breakfast on the patio had led directly into lounging in the midday sun.
“I think I could just lie here and bask in the sun all day,” Millie purred.
“An appropriate desire for an adorable kitten, no doubt…” Evie replied without opening her eyes. “But we have big plans for the evening, and an appointment to keep before then…so it’s about time we stop lazing about, and get ourselves cleaned up and dressed.”
“Oh??” Mille inquired, perking up. “What do you have planned for us?”
“We are going out for a nice evening at the home of a friend. He is the ambassador to Varala, and he’s hosting a formal event. He told me to bring a ‘plus-one,’ and I chose you, sweetie.”
“A formal event? With an ambassador?” Millie’s eyes were alive with excitement. “I’ve been to a governor’s ball before, but I’ve never met an ambassador.”
Millie suddenly looked thoughtful. “But I don’t have anything packed to wear to a formal event.”
“You leave that to me,” Evie replied, giving the pretty brunette a wink. “That’s the appointment we have to keep. You’ll need an exquisite full-length gown to wear, so I’m going to take you to Mistress Laressa’s. She’s already been working on a gown that she and I designed especially for you. My treat, of course.”
“Evie, I don’t know what to say…” Millie looked like she wanted to cry and scream with excitement all at the same time. “I’m not sure I deserve something like this..especially after…”
“Sweetie, it makes me happy to spoil you a little. And after that incredible evening you boldly arranged for me? I felt as though I needed a way to express my happiness and gratitude.”
When they arrived at Laressa’s shop, the proprietress escorted them directly back to the private fitting area. “Millie,” she said as she drew back the curtain and gestured toward the plush seating, “this dress might be one of my favorites. Evie came up with a delightful idea and it was a wonderful challenge for me.”
Evie grinned proudly and made herself comfortable in an armchair where she would have a good view of the fitting area. “Only the best for our lovely Millie.”
“What about you, Evie? Are you getting a new dress, too?” Millie asked.
“Mine is that gorgeous blue one on the mannequin over there. Laressa will help me into it when you’re done. It fits so snugly she practically has to sew me into it.” She gave Laressa a wink.
“Oooh!” Millie gasped. “It is gorgeous. And that mannequin…it’s like it has your exact proportions, Evie!”
“Hmmm, I suppose you’re right..it is as if it was moulded over me,” Evie replied. She shot a sly grin toward Laressa, who smirked and winked back.
Soon Laressa emerged from her back room carrying a dress made of a lavender gossamer fabric. It had a subtle sheen to it that seemed to shimmer as it moved in the light.
“All right, Millie,” she called out. “I’ll need you to disrobe for the fitting.”
Millie blushed. “Of course.” She looked around nervously, realizing that Laressa and Evie would both be watching her. She saw Evie cross her legs and sit back into the armchair.
The nervous look on Millie’s face was accompanied by the slightest grin as she removed her sweater and skirt. She placed one foot up on the fitting platform and rolled her striped stockings down. When finished, she stood to face Laressa and clasped her hands demurely before her.
“You’ll need to remove your camisole, dear,” Laressa said softly. “The gown is backless.”
“Oh…oh…ok,” Millie stammered. She slipped it from her shoulders and held one forearm over her bare breasts.
“Panties, too. The dress is a very snug fit and we don’t want panty lines, do we?”
Millie gasped. “I’ll wear it without any underwear?”
“Well of course, dear! I won’t allow anything to come between you and one of my dresses.”
“You’ll love how the silk feels on your bare skin,” Evie offered. “Especially in certain spots.”
Millie’s jaw dropped and she turned a bright red.
Evie just grinned. She was taking a special satisfaction from watching Millie squirm. ‘Just returning the favor, sweetie,’ she thought to herself.
Laressa slipped the dress over Millie’s head and helped her slide her arms into the long sleeves. While Millie stood there practically trembling, Laressa slid the gown down her sides, over her hips, and let the fabric drape around her legs.
“Wowwww!” Evie cried out and clasped one hand against her chest. “You look stunning!”
Millie flashed her a proud grin and looked down at the dress. She could see how the fabric tucked in at all the right places, and stretched to hug all the other places. She stroked her hands down her sides, the sleek feel of the fabric grazing her skin as it shifted under her touch.
She glanced over her shoulder at the open back of the dress, the back neckline plunging almost to the base of her spine. It seemed quite daring to be worn to a fancy event.
She could just see her toes poking out from beneath the hem. Then the slit up the side caught her eye, and she followed it upward from her bare ankle to her bare calf, her bare thigh, and…just how high did this slit go???
Millie realized that she could just glimpse the curve of her lower cheek below where the fabric came back together at her hip. When she walked, surely her rear would peek out. And without underwear??
She looked up at Evie and Laressa again. Surely they didn’t mean for her to show so much skin? The two of them were silent, simply staring at her admiringly.
“But…my rear is half exposed!” Millie hissed at Evie.
“Yes…and it’s a lovely rear, too.”
“Millie.” said Evie. “Don’t be silly. You’ve got a lovely figure and Laressa’s dress shows it off tastefully–and tantalizingly–at the same time. Trust me, there will be other women there tonight much more exposed, and much less tastefully. You will look confident, elegant and refined.”
Millie took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Ok…I’m trusting you…”
Laressa had been moving gracefully around her, making tiny adjustments as she went. The silken fabric seemed to respond to her fingertips and re-fit itself.
“Evie, your idea for the long sleeves was inspired,” Laressa said. “You can see how they accentuate Millie’s delicate shoulders and pull the underbust area inward.”
“I do see that,” Evie said in a tone that suggested she was appreciating the effect.
“Let’s make sure the front looks good when you pull your arms back, too, Millie. Can you reach behind you with both hands, please?”
“What are the laces on the sleeves for?” Millie asked as she complied. What looked like shoelaces extended from the wristlines of the dress, and eyelets ran along the outer sleeve.
“Ahhh, this is a special feature that was Evie’s idea,” Laressa said. “Let me show you.”
Laressa drew Millie’s wrists together and rapidly began threading the laces through the eyelets–criss crossing from one arm to the other, working her way up to Millie’s elbows.
“Wait…what…what is this?” Millie asked.
“This is my favorite part!” Evie called out. “Laressa thought so, too!”
Millie’s initial confusion gave way to understanding, and then acceptance that Evie had played her well. “Evie! I should have known there was a catch to this gift.”
“You’re going to look so lovely on my arm tonight…and all eyes will be on you when I lead you into the party.”
“What?? I’m going to walk in like this?”
“Why of course, sweetie! You’re MY plus one…I have to make sure everyone knows it!”
I had to admit that I was a little surprised at my quarry’s first touch. I was prepared for an attack, a strike meant to incapacitate or shock me. But the first touch was light and sensual, and sudden…I didn’t realize the predator was even there yet–there were no footsteps, no movement from the mouth of the alley, nor from deeper within.
That first disconcerting touch was followed by a warm body pressing against my back and firmly pinning me to the wall. The form leaning into mine felt incredibly strong yet pleasantly soft.
Then came the hot breath on my shoulder and a sweet heady scent, followed by the soft sensual voice of a woman. “Such a darling little fly, I will have so much fun with you.”
The voice was at once seductive and inviting, yet condescending and taunting all at once. It was the tone of a predator confident that their prey was already defeated and helpless.
I was tempted to spring my trap right then, but instinct and training both told me to wait, draw her in a little more. There was far too much unknown here…how she was able to approach me unnoticed…why she was so strong…and her intriguingly seductive manner.
I had to bite my lip to stifle a moan as the fingertips traced ever so slowly between my thighs, tantalizing as they moved further under my dress. The touch was delicate but deliberate, leaving no doubt that its owner was in control–that I was under their control.
My mind told me that the touch was familiar, that I knew who this was behind me. The whispers had stopped, and my head was clearing as I realized my chin was no longer in their grip.
Instead, those fingertips were tracing down my neck, over my collarbone, and down my chest. They deftly slipped under the fabric of my dress and traced across my upper breast. They danced teasingly around, brushing close enough to my areolas to make my nipples respond, without making any satisfying connection.