Terry · Part 1

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Terry’s Idea

Terry’s Idea By ChainedInSatin

Sue had won big, very big. More than enough for her to live very comfortably for the rest of her life, and she was still young, so this could be a very long time.

The win had been a surprise, a chance purchase of a lottery ticket with her regular shopping. She had sat in shock staring at the ticket until her husband arrived home from work. They had both sat there for an hour or more before excitedly deciding how to spend the money.

They claimed the prize under anonymity, quit their jobs and bought a large but anonymous house in the cooler climes of the north. New cars, clothes and a few holidays followed. But temptation to spend everything at once had quickly subsided with the realization that they needed to conserve what they had if they wanted to retain their life of leisure.

But their newfound life of ease had its own problems. Originally they had spent their leisure time spending their newly won fortune, but as time went on, new leisure pursuits had emerged. Sues love of clothes, Terry’s interest in engineering, and a shared interest of bondage had provided diversions to spend their time. Originally their lovemaking had consisted of simple things with ties and silk scarves. Their new wealth afforded a wider range of options. The Internet providing a resource that allowed their imaginations to run wild. Sue had an extensive wardrobe with a large collection of latex and leather clothing, as well as a varied collection of uniforms and costumes. Their combined toy collection filled a large room at the very top of their new house. Terry on the other hand had manufactured whatever Sue desired that they could not purchase.

Terry had built a very well equipped workshop to divert his time. Their new house required a great deal more maintenance than their two-bedroom apartment, and with his and Sues other interests, he found his time easily spent. In the centre of his garage sat a partially completed AC Cobra replica, built using his own hands to a standard that many would have thought to be overkill. But that was the way Terry worked. His skills in mechanical and electronic design had kept him in full employment up until his wife’s lottery win. And although he enjoyed his work, he enjoyed fulfilling Sues rapidly expanding sexual horizons. And it was while working on one of his wife’s suggested projects that a germ of an idea had come to him.

Terry walked into the large front room to find his wife sat on the leather suite, her legs curled up around her, her nose buried in a book.

" Hello dear" She murmured, "Hello, good book?"

"Not bad, how’s the car going?"

"I’ve finished the dashboard, but the carpets don’t fit as well as they should. I’m going to ring the supplier tomorrow and get some new ones sent up."

She smiled and looked over at him, "But you aren’t here to tell me about carpet fitting are you?"

Terry smiled and produced a small block of putty from his pocket.

"I need you to bite down on this."

She placed the book on the side of the chair and took the block in her hand. Rolling it in her hands she looked back at Terry with a sly smile slowly spreading across her face. "I suppose you have a new project planned if you are asking me to bite down on things?"

"I have, but I want it to be a surprise. Its something I know you will enjoy."

"Something tight and unyielding no doubt"

"Just pop it in your mouth and bite down dear."

Sue obliged, an odd taste that reminded her suddenly of the dentist filled her mouth as she bit down on the soft putty, an altogether not unpleasant taste.

Terry helped her to remove the putty, taking care not distort it.

"So what’s that for?" She asked wiping her mouth.

"You’ll see, lots more measuring and things to go though.."

Terry gave her a quick peck on the cheek before retiring to the workshop; leaving Sue to wonder what scheme Terry was cooking up for her. A stirring was beginning below her waist.

The next few days saw Terry returning several times. Taking measurements, impressions of body parts and asking her to stand this way, bend here, tense that, all the while taking careful measurements and making notes.

Several days passed with delivery after delivery of parts and components arriving by courier. The sound of machine tools and hammering faintly echoed from the workshop. Sue kept Terry well fed, trying to sneak a peak of his new 'project'. Each time greeted with mock anger and fake outrage. It was almost two weeks later when He announced over dinner that he was almost ready for her to try his new 'project' and that she should go out shopping tomorrow so that he could set everything up.

"Why can’t I be here?"

"It’s a complicated setup, and I don’t want you to spoil it by seeing before I’m ready to use it…"

"And what exactly is 'it'?"

"For that my dear, you shall have to wait and see"

The next day they woke and slowly made love in the early morning light.

Terry seemed very eager and his passion seemed very strong when it came.

After breakfast, Sue reluctantly agreed to take their Mercedes into the nearby city promising not to be back for several hours at least.

"While you are out, why don’t you pick up something special." Terry suggested "What sort of thing? Something kinky?" Grabbing Terry around the waist, she playfully tugged his shirt collar.

"Anything you like dear, whatever you want. Why don’t you try to get something a little bit different…"

"But I have lots of things a 'little bit different', did you have something specific in mind?"

"No, not really, how about something really feminine…" He suggested "Ill see what I can do" She smiled

After a long lingering kiss she left the house, leaving Terry standing on the doorstep watching her go. No, making sure I’m going she thought to herself.

Terry watched the car disappear down the driveway and waited until he could see the car no more before heading to the workshop to begin setting the equipment up. He had a lot to do, and very little time to do it.

Sue parked up in the multi-story car park and walked the short distance into the central shopping precinct. She had her credit cards with her, and at least a few hours to waste doing her very best to keep occupied, keeping her mind off of whatever devious contraption Terry was going to place her in this time.

She looked round several boutiques, browsing the racks and leaving empty handed. Nothing really filling the bill of a feminine outfit suitable for play, certainly nothing 'different'. An adult shop provided little stimulation; she already owned things far more extreme than on most of the shelves and hangars. She also felt uncomfortable in the shop, without

Terry to provide support and encouragement. She thought she felt the eyes of the other customers as well. In reality most were too self-conscious of a woman in the store than to stand and stare, and hid behind aisles or simply left. With nothing to show for her trouble, she decided to take the weight off her feet with a coffee at a small shop she had seen earlier.

The short walk seemed like an eternity and sitting down in the bustling cafe, she wondered what on earth to get. Something feminine, something sexy, something different, something ohhh….

Her eyes had glanced over at a shop across from the cafe. She almost hadn’t noticed it, but there it was, Perfect! In the window was the most beautiful wedding dress she had ever seen. Sue would be the virginal bride ready to be ravished by her new husband. She rushed her coffee, almost burning her mouth in her haste, before she ran over to the shop to get a closer look. The dress was better than perfect. The design was not fussy, the full satin skirt sweeping out from the hips, the full skirt buoyed with a full petticoat underneath. The bodice was cut low at the front with sleeves that puffed out at the shoulders and narrowed to points at the wrists.

The neckline was square and the front of the bodice had a very delicate embroidered pattern across it, ideal for displaying just a little cleavage. This was the picture of feminine beauty, Ideal she thought, he wanted femininity, a wedding dress was the ultimate expression of it, without a doubt. Their own wedding had been a simple civil affair, limited by their available funds, this would sort of make up for it she mused. Rushing into the shop she sought out a sales representative to help her. Two hours later she emerged with a large dress bag draped across her left arm and another bundle of bags in her right hand.

She struggled all the way back to the car, the distance seemed forever to traverse with the weight of the bags under her arms. She drove back struggling to keep at the speed limit, imagining

Terry’s face at the sight she would present. Pulling into the driveway a little too fast she almost caught the gatepost on her way in.

Terry was upstairs on the top floor when she burst into the house.

"I’m home, wait to you see what I’ve got"

Terry’s voice drifted from above.

"I’m almost ready, why don’t you get changed, there’s some things in a bag on the bed you need to wear as well."

Sue struggled up the stairs with the bags into the master bedroom. She showered quickly in their on suite bathroom, dried and styled her hair before turning her attention to the large sports bag Terry had placed on the bed. Opening it up, she reached inside and pulled out the most bizarre bra and panty set she thought she had ever seen. The bra was black leather, it fitted with a metal clasp, the area inside the cups was lined with metal woven into the fabric. She placed it around her naked waist securing the clasp behind her back. Picking up the panties, she noticed several unusual things. The panties themselves were made from rubber, two phallic protrusions rising from the middle. No guessing as to where they went. A third thin floppy pipe was next to the vaginal dildo, which she recognized immediately to be a catheter. She hated inserting these things, often finding it uncomfortable.

She was gratified to find that Terry had thought enough to provide lubricant to ease its passage. The butt plug was unusual as well. It was hollow and much thinner than the dildo mounted to the front of the panties. Sliding them up her legs she carefully installed the catheter and slid gingerly into the panties, the intruders probing their way into their resting places.

The Dildo filled her and was already making itself known as she moved around, the hard rubber nubs around its base seeing to that. A small cable, a pair of sheer stockings and a pair of high-heeled shoes was all that remained in the bag. She inserted the cable into a socket at the top of the panties, and just below the centre of the bra, it latched as she inserted it. She gave it a quick tug just to make sure it wouldn’t work loose. She grabbed the shoes and sat down on the bed. She was surprised at how uncomfortable the panties were, reaching round she discovered some sort of socket at the base of the panties.

That explained the discomfort she thought, and fetched a pillow to sit on to ease it. She rolled the stockings up her legs before she turned her attention to the shoes. These had very high heels complete with stainless steel straps, which locked around her ankles with tiny padlocks. Slipping these on, she snapped the locks closed, god only knows where Terry had hidden the keys.

Attempting to move as gracefully as possible she walked to her shopping bags and began removing items. First on was the corset. An over bust design it pushed 'Terry’s' bra further into her chest as she tightened it. She could feel her now hard nipples pushing against the cold metal filaments enclosed within. Tightening the laces she double knotted them before cutting the excess with scissors. She fixed the stockings to eight suspenders hanging from the bottom of the corset. Next she pulled on a pair of shoulder length satin gloves before she unzipped the dress bag to remove the gown and petticoat.

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