This story is not strictly speaking a Lydia von Sklaverei’s story. She is mentioned but not present. Maybe she will make an appearance in a later part of that story; I do not know it myself. This story has a theme which struck my fancy some time ago. A capture using the most delightful of all feminine garments, the wedding gown. I must give credit to Myriam Grey for some of the elements in the following story. She has written a great story called Instant Bride. It has a TG theme, so be warned.
I am trying to create a ‘coherent’ world (or as coherent as a world based on fetishism can be…). I will detail some of the features of this world in the next installments of that story. If you want to write spin-offs, parallel histories or re-use some of my characters in other histories, go on. I do not mind if my creations live without my knowledge. However if you post a story, please do it on a free site and drop me a line. I will not interfere, but I like to know where my characters are heading to avoid inconsistencies.
Feedback is valued. Whatever you have to say, send it. Ideas are also welcome.
Legal boring stuff, I have to say this, so I will try to make it a bit entertaining.
This is a work of friction. It means you can rub it wherever you want. Errr… No, in fact I meant this is a work of fiction… Any similarity to any person, dead or alive would be generally coincidental and quite amazing. If there is any person called Lydia von Sklaverei out there, I am really sorry, that name was not in the phone book, so I thought it was safe to use it.
Any similarity to events, past, present or future would be quite astonishing. If it is however the case, drop me a line, I will come to join the fun right away.
If any minor is reading this, well kid, do not read any further. This is not for you! I know this sounds pissing off and enticing at the same time, but this is grown-ups’ stuff. Do not pollute your mind just yet with those thoughts, even if I suspect you have seen enough porn movies to give you a much degraded conception of love in general and sex in particular. If you are parents, just make sure your kids do not stumble on these texts…
I own the copyright for this work, but I do not intend to make use of it as long as none is making profit from it. This is intended as a free entertainment.
And now let’s get to the goods!
The Madam Moriarty Club: Satin 1 – Bridal Capture
She did not know when things had gone awry. Well, she knew when she had got that packet, which had started her downfall, but she did not know what had caused its delivery to her in the first place.
There she was, in a white satin teddy which would have been qualified as gorgeous, were it not for the fact the sleeves were fashioned after a straitjacket and her arms where thus crossed under her bosom, with no chance of moving them and no chance of removing that accursed garment. She had tried to slip it over her head, but it was of no use: each time she had tried, she had felt the garter belt around her waist move a bit and then effectively stop any further attempt. It seemed the teddy and the garter belt were fixed together.
For perhaps the hundredth time, she looked around and studied her prison. She was in a beautiful room, elegantly and femininely furnished. The bed, on which she was lying, was at the center of this room. A monstrous king-sized four-poster affair of a bed. The sheets were satin like her teddy. When she had tried to get up from this bed, she had discovered that her feet were chained to the board at the end of the bed. This somehow did not surprise her. What was the point of putting her in a sexy but inescapable teddy prison if it was to let her wander at will.
She laid down on the bed, looking upwards. A mirror was fixed to the ceiling, allowing her to see her whole body. She was trapped in that peculiar teddy. Her legs were clad in sheer stockings. She could discern the cuffs around her ankles. However, the chain holding her feet was nowhere to be seen. And yet, as she shifted her legs on the bed, she felt the tug of a fetter.
She gave up her useless attempts and went back to the moment when everything had gone out of hand.
She had been alone in her small suburban house. She was looking forward to that day of inactivity. As a secretary in a lawyer’s office, she did not have much time for herself. She was always ushering clients into her boss’ office and preparing his appointments. Even during week-ends, she had to work to prepare those blasted files for her boss. And it was not the satisfaction of having her own desk with her name plate reading ‘Erika Mayfair’ that could compensate that.
Some clients were quite shady. She remembered that lady surgeon, Doctor Lydia von Something. She was, according to the files she saw, a top-notch surgeon, who had invented revolutionary techniques in plastic surgery. She had been fired from her former hospital because she was accused of stepping over the boundaries of ethics. What this meant, Erika could not even begin to guess… Her thoughts were drifting between embezzling money from the hospital to gruesome experiments on helpless patients. The lady herself was supremely impressive. A regal and haughty bearing, a strong jaw, blue eyes, blond hair coiled in a severe bun, she was a vision of strength all packed up in a specially tailored business suit. She was not walking through the office; she was simply entering a conquered domain. A cold voice, which sent shivers down Erika’s spine, as if the lady was somehow not entirely subjected to human feelings but nonetheless tried to counterfeit them for normality’s sake.
And there was that other one. She was not as frightening as the doctor, but somehow even more disturbing. She was a new client. Her name was Vanessa Whateley. When she had walked into the office, Erika barely stifled a gasp. That woman was gorgeous. A tall redhead with sparkling green eyes, delicate features; Erika could not help but feel a sudden pang of jealousy. And the fact she was obviously filthy rich did not help ease that feeling. When she had addressed Erika, it had been in a low and sultry voice which literally oozed seduction.
“Would you please warn Mister O’Neill, that Vanessa Whateley has arrived?”
Erika had stared for a couple of seconds and then had stammered: “Of course, But did you have a meeting arranged with him?”
Again the same low voice… “No, my dear. But I am pretty sure he will be able to find a few minutes to take care of my problems. It is of no importance if he cannot meet me right away. Waiting for him in your company will surely not prove a torture…” Taken aback, Erika had called on the internal phone. When she had said the name, she had been sure she had heard an excited squeal at the other end of the line. Two seconds later, the door to her boss’ office had violently opened, her boss looking as if he had tried to wrench that door open in his haste to see his new client. The hinges had even given a faint creaking sound which bid no good…
As Erika was thinking about those past times, her eyes drifted once again to the mirror. There she was, a brunette with green eyes and delicate features, an inheritance of both her deceased parents. Her mother had been a Japanese beauty her father had one day brought back from one of his numerous trips. He was an Irish man, raised in Saint-Louis. He gave her a famous family name in Louisiana. He told her he had had no contact with the main branch of the Mayfairs since decades, mainly because the old guardian of the main branch Carlotta Mayfair was an old bigoted crazy fowl who did not care for the offspring Oncle Julien had left in the Irish parts of the City. So, rejected by his family, he had built his own affairs independently… Her mother was a silent woman. However, a smile was always on her face which emphasized her extraordinary beauty… They had passed away in an airplane accident, on one of the trips her father insisted on doing ‘to keep an eye on the ever-changing world’ as he said.
And then her tricky mind drifted to that fateful Saturday morning when she had been abducted. By whom and for what purpose, she had no idea, even if she had suspicions on the latter considering her present outfit…
It had come as an innocent-looking packet. She had been awakened by her door-ring. Groaning, she had turned on her bed, refusing to get up. And then, the ringing had gone on. Whoever had the nerve to wake her up on a Saturday morning at barely 9 sure wanted to see her. She got up wearily, put her night robe on and went down to her door. The ringing had not stopped, even becoming in the meantime more insistent.
“All right, all right, I’m coming!”
She fumbled with her keys and finally opened her door. On her door step was standing a tall raven-haired woman in an immaculate suit with a small equally immaculate suitcase at her feet.
“Hello!” proclaimed the intruder “I trust you are Miss Erika Mayfair? You have been chosen to test our brand-new wedding kit! If you will just sign here…”
She had thrust a clipboard into Erika’s hands along with a pen and indicated an empty box in which to sign. Erika was totally baffled.
“But I am not getting married! What is the meaning of this?”
The delivery woman looked at her and then laughed good-naturedly. “But you are Miss Erika Mayfair? Then you are the winner of one of our special wedding kit. If you try it, I am convinced you will never see a wedding gown the same way!”
Erika sighed, aware that this woman would never leave her alone if she did not accept all her conditions right away.
“Okay, okay, I am taking it. Just put it in my living room.”
“Very well, Miss!”
One minute later, the white suitcase was sitting in the middle of her living room, the formulary handed by the delivery woman signed and the delivery woman herself was led to the door by an annoyed Erika. Before being ushered out of the house, the delivery woman piped in a last time “This kit will truly change your perception on wedding gowns!”
“I’m sure it will.” grunted Erika.
“Have a nice day!” declared cheerfully the delivery woman just before Erika’s door slammed in her face. Her smile then faltered to be replaced with a wicked grin. “It will certainly change your perception on weddings in general and on wedding gowns in particular, Miss Stuck-up. And it will most certainly be a nice day. For one of us, that is.” She then left Erika’s doorstep and went back to her van. All she had to do now was to wait.
Erika was sprawled on her couch in her living-room. She was eyeing the suitcase with a mixture of scorn (mainly caused by its early appearance), curiosity and trepidation. She was not exactly a romantic, but she had to admit, the thought of a wedding gown was something she always found… stimulating. It was the epitome of femininity and she did not know a woman who could resist it. Getting up, she marched to the suitcase. Opening the top, she first discovered an array of beauty products which would make the joy of a professional beautician. There was among them some bathing products made specifically or at least so the label claimed, “for the delicate skin of the bride to be.” Alongside it was a, as the label proclaimed, “special shampoo for the bride’s hair, joy and marvel of the brides.”
Giggling, Erika picked up both tubes and went to her bathroom. She filled her tub and poured some of the content of the first tube in her bath, before getting into it and using the rest to wash herself. The smell was intensely feminine, flowery and soft. Erika had no trouble imagining a bride on the morning of her wedding using those products. Unconsciously, her hands, which were busy washing her body, drifted downwards to her crotch and while she fantasized about her handsome imaginary husband began to frantically work on her clitoris and pussy. She was soon panting and not long afterwards, she let out a guttural groan, indicating she had achieved release.
Pulling herself together, Erika giggled, thinking it was quite appropriate to get herself all wet in her bath. While reclining in her tub, her gaze wandered, before falling on the shampoo sitting on a tablet beside her tub. “Well,” she thought “if the bath products have so intense an effect, I can’t begin to imagine what the shampoo will do.” She reached for the shampoo tub, poured some into her palm and began working on her scalp. “Whatever that product is, it certainly has a devastating effect” thought Erika when her head began to tingle. She was soon pouring some more shampoo into her palm and massaging her scalp. When the tube was empty, she washed her hair. Incredulously, after she had gotten out of her tub and dried her normally mousy hair, she remarked it was now shiny and healthy looking, like never before. “Wow, I should try and get some of the same brand, it sure is effective…”
Getting back downstairs, refreshed and now considerably more good-humored, she lifted the panel on which the rest of the beauty products was and dived further into the box. She retrieved a gorgeous white satin wedding gown. She hung it carefully, admiring the gorgeous matter as it settled into its natural folds. It was truly a work of art. Even before being worn, one could see the woman wearing it would have all her curves emphasized and highlighted. It was a promise of a hot and sex-filled night in itself and yet with enough retinue to hint towards a mutinous virginity.
Under where the gown had been, Erika found the other garments a bride would wear, all in white satin, all gorgeous, all irresistibly sexy. And in the middle of it, a white box with the words “Honeymoon preparation” etched in red letters on it. Reaching for it, she pulled it out of the box. Inside was a strange device, lying on a white satin bed. It looked like a scorpion without the pincers and with a ball instead of a spike at the end of its tail. There was a note, reading: “this is the ultimate device to prepare the bride in anticipation of the honeymoon. Place the vaginal stimulator on your opening, the caudal ball against your anus and let the device guide you to the altar…” Erika watched the device closely. There was some kind of tiny dildo on the part designed to go into her vagina. And the ball looked quite harmless.
Shrugging, she shed the towel she had worn after her bath and put the device to her opening and guided the ball to her anus. At first she felt nothing. And then just as she was preparing to remove it, disappointed, she felt a tingling in her groin. The device suddenly began to provoke waves of pleasure in her body. And yet, it also seemed to prevent an excess of stimulation. It was making her hot but did not allow an orgasm. After a few minutes, Erika decided it was indeed a very good way to prepare a bride for her honeymoon, since it would make her so horny, she would do anything to get some release. The sensations then seemed to recede a little. Erika decided it was time to go on with her dressing.
She put on a pair of trimmed satin panties, buckled the garter belt around her waist and rolled the stockings up her legs. She enjoyed the feeling of dragging that sheer material along her legs, savoring the caress. She clipped the top of the stockings to the six garters dangling from the belt. She then put on the strapless bra provided in the box. It emphasized her breasts, making them look bigger than usual and extremely inviting.
She then went back to her bathroom to apply the make-up which was in the box. It was a very discreet make-up, just some eye shadow, a bit of mascara on a light colored foundation. After applying the soft lipstick, she looked into her mirror and decided she had not looked that good since years if ever.
Getting back downstairs, she picked up the gloves from the box and slipped them on. Like the rest of the garments, they were made of white satin, but most interesting, they fitted her perfectly. The rest of the garments also did, but somehow, she had dismissed it as a coincidence. Now she was beginning to wonder how they could have gotten her measurements. Shrugging she went back to the task at hand. She contemplated the gown. It was a gorgeous model with several layers of petticoats, a small décolleté with some almost transparent matter stretched on it. It zipped up in the back. At the base of her spine, just before the curve of the petticoats, a big wide satin bow was nestled. Before putting the gown on, Erika searched once again in the box. She retrieved a pair of knee-high white high-heeled leather boots. The heels were in fact quite high, but she guessed, the bride would look all the more impressive in those boots. The funniest on their boots were however the two bows fixed at calf height above the heels.
She laid the boots aside and picked up a box lying at the bottom of the box. The red words etched to the surface read: “Jewels for the bride.” Chuckling, Erika opened the box and discovered a choker and a tiara. There were clips on the tiara to affix the veil Erika then fished out of the box.
Erika got up and opening the back of the gown, put it on the floor like a white satin circle. She stepped into that circle and bending over worked the gown up her body. The long sleeves puffed around her shoulders before becoming narrower and enveloping snugly her wrists. Zipping the gown should have proved a challenge, but once again, its creators had been extremely clever and had attached a string to the zip in the back. It allowed her to zip the gown shut without all sorts of unseemly contortions. She then arranged her petticoats around her as she sat down and put the boots on. They fit her snugly but comfortably. Once again, Erika wondered how they had got hold of her measurements but dismissed that thought for later treatment.
All that remained was the choker, the tiara and the veil. Erika examined the choker. It was a white leather choker, a bit wide but nonetheless pretty. There was a small metal rose etched to the front of the choker. Erika put it on. It was comfortable, even if a bit unusual. She then picked up the tiara, perched it on top of her head and took the veil. She went to the full-length mirror which was in a corner of her living room and attached the veil, completing the image of the bride. She was simply gorgeous. She looked at herself up and down, detailing everything and she had to admit, she found nothing to reproach. She was perfect.
And then as her hands had brushed against the sides of the gown, the big bow in her back uncoiled itself and like two twin snakes, the two ends struck. They coiled themselves around her wrists and brought them back to the small of her back where they affixed them solidly. Stunned by the attack, Erika stumbled a few steps backward. She fell on her couch. Just then the bows on her boots uncoiled too and, encircling the opposite ankle, deprived her of the use of her legs too. Too shocked to react, Erika laid on her couch, unable to think. She did not hear her door open. She did not hear the footsteps approaching. Only then did she realize she was not alone when a hand lifted her veil. She opened her mouth to ask for help… and bit down on a rubber ball as a white ball-gag was forced between her teeth and buckled tight. She was then propped up against the cushions of her couch. The veil was replaced, but not before she caught a glimpse of the sneering face of the delivery woman who had brought her that box.
“So… Did you enjoy your wedding kit? Well, now that you’re correctly packaged, it is time to bring you to your spouse… But we would not want you to spoil the moment by struggling… So I am afraid I will have to put you to sleep… Pleasant dreams, sweetheart…” The woman had taken a small gas-mask from a pocket and, slipping it underneath her veil, had applied it to her nose and mouth. After a few reluctant but necessary breaths, Erika had felt like the room was spinning around her… Her last vision before falling asleep had been a white veil, the veil of her wedding gown…
And now, as she was waiting for her abductor, on that bed, in those clothes, she could not help but wonder who had gone to those extents to abduct her. And what was with all that satin… As Erika was reflecting on those grim subjects, she heard a rummaging in the lock. She was about to know who had done this to her and even more importantly, who was, to imitate that delivery woman, her spouse?
To be continued off course…
What is next to come? Well, Erika will come a lot but we will also discover who her abductor is. And Erika is caught in a very large web… What is the Madam Moriarty Club? That must be explained since it is part of the title… Well… A bit of patience, please dear readers… See you soon, same bat-time, same bat-site!
23.05.07
story continues in The Madam Moriarty Club 2
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