Simple Submission

Chapter 15-First Foray

Her vivid burgundy curls spilled over her shoulder as she looked down at her desk running her finger along the leatherbound book.

“Ah, Mr. Zorne, so nice to meet you, I’m Portia Archuletta, thank you so much for your patronage.” She turned to the girls “So, who are we fitting today?”

“All of them, Lottie,” He said moving to her side, “would like to do some waist training.   So something that is comfortable enough for 24/7 wear.”

She nodded. “I’ll go over some techniques with you, remember, whatever you do don’t go to fast.  But we could probably start with four to five inches of reduction, given your current size. And the other two, will they be waist training as well?”

“No just something for daily wear.”

She studied Tei, “I would do no more than three inches total reduction given your slender figure.

Portia moved to stand in front of Bree, Ethan reached into his pocket and turned up the hidden tormentor as she approached.  He watched as Bree’s lips parted, Portia seemed to take no notice.

“Now, you dear…”she started.

Bree quickly interrupted, slightly breathless, “I know I am pretty big, I totally understand if you can’t do anything for me.”

“Nonsense dear!  You simply have more to work with!  We can get a six inch reduction easily with little to no discomfort.  Of course it takes some getting used to.”

The energetic woman began taking each woman aside to measure.  She had finished with Bree first so now Ethan was sitting back enjoying the responses he was eliciting from Bree with every flick of his finger.  She was looking through a book of fabric samples and he flicked the remote to the highest setting.  She visibly jumped and gripped the edges of the table her eyes closing her thighs squeezing together.

“Zorne!” She gasped, he moved over to her.

“What is it Bree, have you found a pattern you like?” He asked nonchalantly.

“I’m…having…an…issue,” she ground out quietly.

“Ms. Archuletta, Bree here is having a bit of a wardrobe malfunction,” he always found this excuse helpful “do you have a back room where I can assist her in attending to it?”

“There is a small waiting area just upstairs, I’m not expecting anyone else today so you shouldn’t have any…interruptions.” She said almost slyly.

“Thank you,” he wrapped his arm around Bree’s trembling form and helped her upstairs.

Once they were safely in the waiting area he sat down on the couch putting pressure at Bree’s hips to bring her to her knees in front of him.

“What’s the issue Bree?” he asked as he sat back into the cushions of the sofa.

“I can’t take this Sir, It’s too much, I need to…to…”

“Need to what Bree?”

“Finish,” she said barely above a whisper.

“Oh I see, well, this is a punishment I’m not sure I am inclined to grant your request.”

She slowly lowered her head to the floor, her arms crossed behind her as though for binding. 

“Please Zorne,” she begged, putting her cheek to his boot.

“No, not yet, when we get home I will allow you to come, but not until then.  It pleases me to see you this way.”

She drew in a shuddering breath and he leaned down gently stoking her hair while slowly turning up the intensity.