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Devoted Sisters              by: Sara Rêver Éveillé                © 2000

 

Part 5

Claire passed me my black panties and I pulled them up over my pussy, they felt different somehow.

"Please come with me," Joan asked as she led us out into the sewing room, "we have a number of garments that we need to try on you both, please be patient whilst my seamstresses work with them."

I was asked to stand up on small pedestal, and to raise my arms up. Then one of the women then passed a rigid corset around my waist. I glanced over at Claire who was having an identical looking black satin corset fastened around her also, I watched as they began to lace the back of it up. I assumed that mine laced up too.

It wasn't long before I had the answer, as gradually I felt heavier and heavier tugging around my back and my waist being nipped in as the corset was being laced higher and ever tighter. I looked down and saw my breasts being pushed up and ballooning up toward me.

'I hope they don't explode!' I thought.

After several minutes of push and tugging they stopped working and passed a tape measure around my waist, "25 inches!" I heard one of the say, seconds later I heard, on of Claire's women say "21 inches!"

No further comments were made as they continued there measurements around our hips and busts, but I did see them tap into a computer against my name, 36-25-33 and against Claire's 33-21-33.

Next a part made calico dress was fastened around me and pinned into place, adjustments were made and more measurements taken before it was taken off. This was followed by another style and yet another after that. Then my feet were inserted into a sheer nylon sock and several pairs of high heel shoes in were tried on either foot, and my ankles were measured both individually and together.

Further measurements were taken of our legs neck and arms even our heads. One of the women brought over a pair of long gloves for me to try on. I placed my hand into the opening and she eased it up almost to my armpit. She then made a couple of measurements made some notes then removed it.

All of the time I was in utter discomfort due to the corset, my breathing was laboured and my heart was beating ten to the dozen.

I must have been showing some signs of distress as Joan said, "Just relax and take short even breaths, not heavy deep ones." So I tried.

After what seemed like hours they finally stopped working on us and asked us to step down from the pedestals.

"That's all for now, girls, Natasha will be here shortly to take you for your next appointment. You will continue to wear those corsets for the time being, to familiarise yourselves to the control they provide." She then handed Claire and I a deep blue satin wrap to wear over our corsets.

All of a sudden one of the women rushed back to us with a pair of Terry socks and crouched down in front of us in turn to place them on our feet. And by the time I had put my wrap on and tied a loose bow, Natasha was coming through the door.

"When you're ready girls?" she said, using her arm to indicate us to leave with her.

Claire led and I followed out into the corridor once more, "Just what kind of party is this tonight? And why is it necessary to wear these damned uncomfortable corsets?" Claire asked Natasha as we walked beside her in our socks.

"You will find out in due course. Are you unhappy with the compensation we are paying for your discomfort?" she asked.

"Erm, no not at all!" Claire answered.

"Good!" she replied in turn, she said no more until we arrived at our destination. She opened the door and directed us in, this time it was a beauty salon.

"Jermain!" Natasha said as an effeminate young man minced over to us.

Jermain, was a real queen, his hair and small moustache were immaculately trimmed. He wore a flowery blouse under a red waistcoat and a tight pair of black pants.

"Ladies, it's a joy to see you." He pronounced, "Thank you Natasha, I can take them from here!" with that she turned on her spiked heels and left us with Jermain.

He immediately began to pick up strands of my hair and made 'tut, tut' noises, and eventually said, "oh dear this will never do! Where on earth did you get these extensions done?"

I tried to answer but he put his finger to his lips to silence me. Then I saw two young girls approaching.

"Ah good," he pronounced, "please take wash, condition and remove these awful extensions!" he instructed them.

"But, they cost me a fortune!" I tried to protest.

"My dear they are an abomination, whatever you paid was too much, 'I' will make you look like a princess!" he proudly announced.

Claire and I were taken to a pair of hair washing stations sitting in the corset was a very painful exercise then whilst one of the girls began to undo my extensions the other began to run hot water to wash Claire's naturally long hair.

It took quite awhile for her to complete the task but eventually my own hair was all that remained. Claire meanwhile had had her hair washed and Jermain had begun to have streaks of colour put into it for her on the other side of the room.

By the time I had my hair washed and had struggled into the next seat to Claire, Jermain had nearly finished colouring Claire's hair.

As I waited my hand was placed on a small table adjoining the chair and one of the girls began to remove my false fingernails. I assumed it to be a vain attempt if I chose to protest so I allowed her to continue.

After several minutes she had cleaned them off and had begun to attach a complete new set, and these were even longer than before. It took her a long time to complete the task before she filed them into shape and then painted on three layers of shimmering red nail lacquer.

Claire meanwhile had been moved to another seat to await her new colour to be 'fixed' into place. This allowed Jermain to turn his attention to me.

I watched as he skilfully began to weave in tiny strands of long hair into my own. It was amazing to see how such a few hairs could be braided in at one time. Meanwhile the nail girl had removed my socks and was giving me a glorious pedicure, I loved being pampered so I closed my eyes and relaxed.

An hour later I was staring back at my reflection, Jermain had finished my hair and stood back proudly.

"Voila!" I heard him say, it looked stunning. My hair was now much longer it was a mass of full soft waves that cascaded down over my cheeks and shoulders. And it was the most beautiful, honey blonde.

I then saw Claire come into the reflection, she had had her hair finished and it was styled and coloured identical to mine, she too looked sensational.

"I love it!" she whispered in my ear, "it really suits you."

"Now my dears we have to re-do your faces, what you have there really is not suitable!" Jermain said as he waved over two more girls over from the back of the salon.

My hair was pulled back off my face and tied back in a loose black silk ribbon, I then watched as my face was stripped and gradually built up again. The girl was certainly gifted in the art form, as my looks were slowly changed from cheep hooker to sophisticated young woman.

As the girl who had been working on me moved away I could see Claire who was sat in her chair looking at me. She too had been transformed and now looked much older and far more beautiful. I glanced back at myself the similarity between us was almost instantly recognisable we now looked practically identical, identical twin sisters.

"This is fantastic!" Claire exclaimed.

I leant over and grabbed her hand, "I know, I can hardly believe it myself.

You look sensational."

As if she had been watching us all the time, Natasha came from nowhere and asked, "Are you pleased with the results of our work so far?"

Almost in unison we answered, "Delighted!" "Thrilled!"

"Good, well will soon be time for us to be leaving so we need to get you dressed, please come with me."

Once Claire and I followed her down the corridor, this time I realised where we going, it was back to the fashion studio. Joan was waiting for us.

"My, my you two look much better, now quickly girls, get out of those robes and socks." she urged. We did as we were asked and we both stood facing each other in just our corsets and panties.

Joan then appeared with a handful of individual black suspenders she proceeded to circle around us in turn hooking them one by one onto tiny hoops which were attached to the bottom of our corsets. When she was finished we hand eight each hanging limply down our hips. The metal clasps were cold against my skin.

"Stockings first!" Joan motioned and a girl arrived with two fresh cellophane wrapped packets. Joan unwrapped one packet whilst and her assistant the other.

As they were taken from the wrapper I saw the fine black silk float down as the tops were held firmly. One was gathered up and Joan asked me to lift my foot and place it carefully into the waiting stocking. As I did so she slowly unrolled over my foot, up my leg and over my knee and up into place on my thigh. She then attached the suspender clasps to it taking care to position and adjust the tension on each meticulously.

I looked over to see Claire going through the same procedure as me, with Joan assistant being just as fastidious. Although my stocking was black it was very sheer and I could see that it had darker toes and heels and the toes still allowed a faint outline of my red nails to be seen.

My second stocking was put on me in the same careful manner as the first, as Joan finished adjusting the final suspender, I could now at last feel them myself. I reached down and placed my fingertips on the silky smooth silk. It was like touching glass I had never felt anything quite so sensuous. As I bent down to run my hands up them, I felt my suspenders stretch and pull them even tighter on my legs.

"Careful, my dear, these will snag very easily you must treat them with great care." Joan said as she watched me delight to the touch of them.

I stood up straight again, and looked over at Claire it was then that I noticed that her stockings had a black seam running up the back, I swivelled my hips to observe the back of my own to see that mine too had seams.

"Bring the dresses," she said to her assistant and the girl arrived back moments later carrying two hangers.

It was difficult to make them out but they looked to be mainly black satin with white lace trimmings. Joan took my dress from the hanger and began to unbutton it. It appeared to have no zip fastenings just a black buttons and many of them. She eventually had it fully unfastened and held it open for me to step into, so balancing on one stockinged foot I lifted the other and stepped into it. When I had both feet in, Joan lifted it up until I was able to pass my arms into the sleeves. She then pulled it back onto my shoulders and began to slowly refasten the buttons starting just above my bottom.

I noticed that once again Claire was being dressed identically and this gave me the opportunity to study it in a little more detail. The fine black fabric had the appearance of satin but it was softer to the touch and silkier. The skirt fell to knee length and was full and quite flared. Under the skirt was a fine white lace built in underskirt, which gave the skirt the fullness and revealed itself with about two inches exposed at the hem.

The bodice was tailored as to be tight around my corseted waist and fitted up to my cleavage which was partly exposed in a deep v shape, by fine see through black silk insert which was joined to a tightly buttoned black satin collar. The sleeves were short puffballs with the same white lace trim all in all it was a very unusual design but none the less very pretty.

Once more I was asked to lift my foot, this time I placed it into a shoe which was held out for me. I had never seen a shoe like it. It was shiny black and had very pointed toe, my foot was guided into it and it was eased back onto my heel. Then two fine straps with tiny buckles were wrapped around my silken ankles and fastened tight. With the shoe securely in place I placed it back down onto the floor and put my weight onto it. Immediately I was raised up in height, for it had a pair of the highest spiked heels I had ever seen, at least 4". The other shoe was placed onto my other foot as I tried to balance and not topple over.

"Try to walk in them," Joan asked.

It was difficult and slightly painful, but slowly I wobbled across the room toward Claire who was by now dressed as I was and equally unsteady on her heels.

"You look fabulous!" she said, "and very feminine!"

I answered in a tone and manner, which was new to me, "I feel it! This is wonderful I have never been so excited. How is it clothes make you feel this way?"

"I'm not sure, just enjoy it sister whilst it lasts! Imagine the reaction you would get back at school if they could see you like this?"

"Not just me, look at yourself, nobody would ever suspect that the stunning young woman before me, was my timid, quite little sister!"

Joan came over to me and inserted a long swinging diamante earring in each of my ears.

I heard a voice behind me, "Okay girls were nearly ready to go," I recognised it immediately. I turned to see Natasha, dressed in yet another identical dress and heels.

"Wow, you look good in that," I said as she sashayed toward me her hips gyrating under her flared skirt.

"Why thank you, Sara," she answered.

We were all handed matching black coats and Natasha led the way out to the lift, she was obviously used to her heels at least more than Claire and I which made it difficult to keep up, she was at least, five paces in front of me, which provided the opportunity to admire her. She was already a striking woman but dressed as she was I found her absolutely dazzling.

It was at about this time that I realised that I had grown almost accustomed to my corset, as it no longer nagged at my ribs and waist all the time. I wondered at first then assumed that Natasha was wearing one too.

The elevator arrived and three girls closely resembling each other in looks and dress stepped into it. Seconds later we arrived back down in the garage where the Mercedes and Dillon waited for us with the rear door open.

Claire slowly eased herself bottom onto the seat then swung her long legs and spike heeled feet into the car as she shuffled along I mimicked her actions at clambered aboard. I however struggled to keep my skirt in place and found that I had exposed an awful lot more of my nylon-clad leg than she. With some sense of vanity I lifted myself up and grabbed a handful of my skirt and tugged it down to cover myself. By the time I had done Natasha had got into the front as before.

"Excellent!" Terence Jensen was waiting for us inside, "and may I say that you both look stunning!"

"I wish to sound rude nor ungrateful but, why are we dressed alike?" Claire asked.

"Because that is what I want," he answered simply. He then looked over at me and asked, "Are you comfortable with your appearance? After all not many young men get to look the way you do right now?"

I tried to look him in the eye, "yes, I am very happy, thank you."

Dillon eased the car out of the garage out into the London streets, it was early evening now and the sun was just going down, but it was light enough for me to observe Claire's red talons caress Terence's thigh. He must have felt her if even if he did not see it, but he said nothing. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she slid her hand across his thigh and between his legs, again no sound or movement from him.

I knew I had never felt quite so sexually stimulated as I was right now, and guessed that Claire was also, hence her actions. So I joined her, and placed my own feminine hand on his other thigh. This time he moved slightly, he raised himself up slightly and slipped further down the seat, I speculated that he was trying to ease some of the mounting pressure in his trousers.

Claire's red tipped fingers gently went to his zipper and slowly eased it down. My sister was certainly a very fast learner her hand entered his trousers and soon emerged again with an enormous swollen cock. She casually adjusted her position to allow her to lower her bend down and kiss the end of it. Then her tongue came out and she lapped at it as though she was eating and ice-cream, after a few moments she raised her head and looked at me, it was an invitation I could not refuse. I took over from her and lowered myself down until his moist cock end was in my face.

Like Claire I began my licking at it, I unhurriedly moved my tongue over his sensitive gland savouring the taste of a few globules of pre-cum that had oozed from it, I could not resist it any longer I hand to take him into my mouth.

My 'lessons' at school had been learnt well and taking him back into my throat caused little distress. I bounced my head up and down on him whilst rubbing his shaft with my hand which was tightly wrapped around it still. My tongue flicked at his head periodically until I could eventually sense that he was about to climax. His cock swelled even further and his body stiffened, then suddenly he unloaded himself into my waiting mouth. As he pumped his salty broth out I happily swallowed it down until the first load was exhausted.

I felt a hand touch my hair, and raised myself up of him to find Claire waiting expectantly. As I moved away she moved in, to take over. Whilst I recovered and allowed his juices to settle within me Claire worked hard to resurrect his wilting cock. It did not take her long to return him to his former glory, and shortly afterwards I saw his body stiffen once more as he delivered a second load this time into Claire's mouth.

As his cock sagged Claire sucked it clean, and eventually tucked it back into his pants. During the whole event no words had been spoken and no evidence of awareness of the proceedings had come from Natasha or Dillon, but god alon know what they had been thinking.

It took about an hour for Dillon to drive us to our destination, which turned out to be a large house in leafy Surrey. All the way hardly a word was spoken in conversation between us. At one point Terence answered his mobile phone, but I found it difficult to understand the topic of the call, due to only partially hearing one half of the conversation.

It was just approaching 2000 hrs as we pulled up on the loose gravel drive. As was usual Dillon got out of the car and opened the doors for his passengers. We were greeted on the steps to the front door by what appeared to be an elderly butler.

Natasha spoke to him, "Stimpson, please show these young ladies there duties and ensure they are ready to welcome our first guests."

"Follow, me please," was Stimpson's reply as he glanced at Claire and me with what appeared to be a look of some disdain.

The house was magnificent inside, lavishly decorated, full of expensive looking antique furniture and old oil paintings I had never been in such grand surroundings.

"Is the Terence'e house?" I asked curiously.

"This is one of Mister Jensens's country residences, yes!" came the haughty answer from Stimpson.

He led us through to a huge kitchen area, which was a hive of frenetic activity, with at least half a dozen people preparing food of all manner of description.

Over the next half an hour Stimpson instructed us on our 'duties' it appeared that Claire and I were to be the wine waitresses. Our sole function was to ensure that all of the guests who required wine were fully 'topped' up throughout the night.

Then came the crunch as he outlined some further 'duties', "you will also find that a number of the guests may become rather 'familiar' with you. I am instructed to advise you that you must not show any form of displeasure from their attentions, you should almost 'ignore' them. At various times throughout the evening a bell shall be rung, at that stage the rules change. You can then react in anyway you seem appropriate, but please remember that these people are Mr. Jensen's guests and that he will be most displeased if you are rude or impolite."

"Just exactly do you mean by, them becoming familiar with us?" Claire asked.

"Mr. Jensen's guests may speak to you or even touch you in ways which strangers may not normally do."

"Touch?" I asked.

"Yes, that is what I said. If you are unhappy with these instructions I can speak to Miss Natasha?" Stimpson said, with a tone, which indicated he wanted us to object.

Claire and I turned away from him and went into a huddle. "Well?" I asked.

"It all sounds quite bizarre, but I am intrigued by it all. I want to go through with it. After if we please there may be more money in it for us?" she answered.

"Okay, good!" I was pleased that she thought as I did. I turned back to Stimpson and said, "it all sounds fine by us!" He looked a little unhappy with the answer but politely showed us through to the reception rooms were the dinner guests would be arriving shortly.

 

 

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