“So, Maid Marion, what prompted you to do this particular scene?” She
looked blankly back at him, or rather, just over his shoulder. She
seemed not to hear. Odd. Her makeup is a tad to heavy, he thought.
He noticed now too, that her free hand was bound to her waist by a
slender leather cuff attached to her waist-belt. It looked very much
like his dreams had come true!
“She ahh, doesn’t talk much, I’m afraid,” said ‘Mayhem’, “but, really,
the whole thing was my idea. I liked the idea of a Hallowe’en costume
party, and actually, we dress up in costume quite a bit. We didn’t
make the outfits, it’s too tricky working with rubber, you have to get
the seams just right. We have them custom made overseas.”
“You seem to know a lot about dressing for pleasure,” replied Jason,
“That is, most people don’t even know it exists, and even less would be
brave enough to do it in public.”
“What do you mean brave enough?” retorted the woman who called herself
`Mistress Mayhem’, “Rubber and leather, plastic… they’re just
materials, like rayon or polyester, with ah, more taste perhaps- you
see women wearing shiny plastic raincoats all the time, and leather has
been high fashion for years.”
“Your problem is, you have this guilt trip because some people may
think it’s kinky or wierd to wear clothes made of rubber. So what does
it mean to be kinky – to be different? What’s wrong with being
different? Do you want to be just another sheep in the herd, or do
you want to run your own life?” She stopped, breathing a little deeper
from her tirade, and stared defiantly into Jason’s eyes.
He tried to ignore the delightful things happening under her jacket as
a result of her heavy breathing. “I don’t know,” he sighed, “I never
seem to think these things through. Sometimes I think I need someone
to run my life for me.”
She raised an eyebrow at that, and looked him over again. Her
expression was odd, as if she were looking for some specific thing that
might be hidden somewhere on his person.
Jason took the opportunity to look her over in turn. He saw that what
he had mistaken in the dim lighting for a tight jacket, was in fact, a
severe looking leather corset – he could see the heavy boning within
the material. It was an amazing piece of engineering. It looked like
a jacket because it had a bustier built in to the chest portion with
deep-drawn, form fitting cups, which jutted nearly straight out,
showing ample cleavage. The garment fitted tightly from shoulders to
well over the hips. The waist was pulled in quite severely, and since
it was boned the entire length, it must have been completely rigid.
No wonder she had seemed breathless when they first walked up!
The long rubber hobble skirt was tucked underneath it, and revealed the
muscular legs and derrier of someone who definitely had been getting
her exercise.
She stared into his eyes for a few minutes, then noticed him noticing
her, and seemed to reach a decision.
She grinned, saying, “Be careful what you ask for, you may get it!
Right now though, I feel like dancing. Come on, you can’t sit there
being pathetic all night!”
She grabbed his hand and dragged him from his bar stool, while
simultaneously shoving “Maid Marion” into the vacated seat. “Marion
will stay here, of course.”
Jason didn’t ask why Marion `would stay there of course’. Her silence
and the non-expression she wore worried him, though. While Mayhem
tugged him with surprising strength in the direction of the dance
floor, he resisted a moment, staring back at Marion. She still had
that impassive look on her face, staring at nothing in particular.
…End of the part10. To be continued..