Dressing Up

The backstage area turned out to be quite literally a backstage area. The place had been originally designed as a small theatre, Amber explained. This was where the performers had gotten ready and led directly to the stage. She showed both Alex and Clara where they would be preparing. There was a room for changing, a collection of various things that they might find interesting. Handcuffs, sex toys, collars and leads. After this, Amber and Lilly hurried away to greet the other guests and to make things ready. That left only Alex and Clara in the changing area.

The two lovers shared a look.

"This is pretty insane," Alex said. "I can't really believe that this is happening."

"You're telling me?" Clara scoffed. "I still can't believe that I agreed to this. Holy shit, Alex. I never thought I would ever do anything like this except maybe in a fantasy. Clearly you've corrupted me beyond measure."

"I've corrupted you? Who was it who came up with this whole idea again?"

"Details, details," she smiled shyly. "Do you mind helping me with this dress? I can't quite reach the ties on the back."

"You're getting changed now?"

"Well, when else would be a good time? I feel like I am joining a deranged sex cult. The least I could do is get naked."

Alex chuckled, but his throat felt dry as he approached his girlfriend. Clara still wasn't wearing any underwear so she was naked under the pretty red dress she had donned for the journey. Her body was slender, the figure-hugging clothes showed off her hips and chest to great effect. As he reached out and ran his hands across her shoulders he felt himself touched by arousal. But not as much as Clara herself was feeling listening to her hitched breathing. She sounded as if she was torn between excitement and terror.

"It'll be fine, you know." He told her. "This is nothing we haven't done before."

"Yeah but not in front of other people," She pointed out. "This is going to be new."

"Maybe. Probably. You can still back out if you want. No one will think less of you because of it."

She turned, looking his gaze with her own.

"I know." She said. "That's why I can do it. Even if I don't want to back out, just knowing that I can is comforting. You promise you won't leave the stage tonight?"

"Not once," he kissed her. "I promise."

"Okay." She said. "You know it's funny. I never thought I'd ever get a chance to get so close to my fantasy but now I'm on the cusp of it and I feel a horrible mixture of adrenaline and absolute fucking terror."

He laughed.

"I'm pretty nervous too," Alex admitted. "Neither of us have ever done this before. So I guess tonight we're both going to learn. But we're going to learn together aren't we? That's what matters."

"That would sound like absolute bullshit coming from anyone else," Clara said. "Somehow you almost make me believe it."

She turned again, presenting her back and Alex quickly worked to undo the tie at the base of the back of her throat. Clara grunted and started to wriggle out of the dress, letting it fall to the ground at her feet. She turned again - now totally naked - and spread her arms and legs wide as if for inspection.

"What do you think?"

"Do you mean do I regret being the guy able to see this? Not even slightly."

"You're not going to be the only guy after today," Clara laughed nervously but Alex simply drew her into an embrace again.

"That doesn't matter," he told her. "I was the first guy to see it. The first one you trusted to show yourself to. That's what I think is really important."

Clara shook her head, but she seemed a bit calmer now. She turned around again, gesturing to the toys and assorted tools that were stacked upon the far wall. "I suppose we should get ready, huh? I mean, you're okay as is but I'm pretty plain. Shall we figure out what I am going to look like?"

There were many options. Alex could see that there were leads of all kinds. Cuffs of both metal and leather, leg-spreaders, collars, weights for nipples, a clit pump and many other things as well. The idea of applying them all took root in his head but only for a few seconds before he waved it off as utterly impossible and ridiculous.

"Let's try this look," Alex said. "How do you feel about corsets?"

"Never worn one," Clara said. "Didn't even know they still existed outside of period novels. Besides, why are you asking my opinion? I'm the **** here, remember? The poor captive girl who has **** but to obey and silently endure the indignity of whatever her master decides for her."

"I'd believe that if you didn't sound so eager about it," Alex muttered. "Let's try the corset."

It was not a proper corset, of course. It was a black leathery thing with white laces whose purpose was to wrap around her back and abdomen. It felt cold against her skin and as Alex tightened it, Clara noted that it made her breasts more prominent, pushing them up and out. It was strange thinking that soon a whole room of people were going to see her like this. Alex found her a new collar which he used to replace her old one, then returned with two tiny metal teardrops. The weights were connected to thin but sturdy silver chains which Alex carefully wrapped around her nipples. Feeling the metal links snake around her flesh made Clara shudder with anticipation. Her body burned with heat and her nipples themselves became more prominent in their arousal. Alex grinned, gently teasing one of them with his fingers.

Once the weights were properly tied off, they dangled from her chest, tugging on her tits with each step she took. Next Alex took out a set of fishnet stockings and told her to put them on. The wires pressed into her skin , the black colour standing out against her pale complexion. Alex watched with obvious approval when Clara drew them up her legs. His erection had become obvious even though his trousers. As for Clara, she felt heat and warmth between her thighs. Arousal and anticipation coiled inside of her like a snake. She jumped when she felt Alex run his hands across her pussy, his fingers teasing her lower lips with a delicious jolt of pleasure. The tips came away wet, and Clara flushed brightly red that she was being so obvious with her arousal.

"Let's make it a bit more humiliating for you," Alex said. "Spread your legs and try not to make too much noise."

She nodded, wondering what he had in mind but it quickly became obvious when he knelt and started to run his hands across her mound. His fingers edged the shape of her labia, tracing and teasing her with the motion. Clara bit down to prevent herself from moaning. It soon became obvious exactly what Alex was doing. The more he teased her body the more visibly aroused she became. Her labia started to swell and part, her arousal stained her inner thighs in the form of droplets of moisture. Now when she walked out on the stage, everyone would see exactly what sort of situation she was in.

The idea made her feel hot and tingly, and she pressed her eyes closed to enjoy the feeling of Alex's hands. He did not let her cum nor did he come close to it, but it was enough to wet her appetite for what was about to come.

After this, for the final step, he took her hands and secured them behind her back with cuffs. Then he stood back as if to admire his creation.

Suddenly, Amber's voice rang out, telling them that their preparation was over.

It was time to go on stage.