SEAMSTRESS

  It was a dark evening. A deserted patch of path ran just between two neighbourhoods and a small patch of forest. Hidden in deep shadows, a figure watched through binoculars as a teenager just turned eighteen jogged through the wood. 
  It was finally time, the watcher thought to themselves. She jogged the same way every day at the same time and had done for a month. The watcher had enjoyed the view immensely but wanted more. The jogger’s route brought her closer. The watcher had a place to take the jogger, literally one hundred feet away. The watcher waited behind a bush in a blind spot.
  The watcher went to the same school as the jogger, she was on the athletics team and wore an outfit the watcher had seen on her many times-tight and shiny black spandex tights and a shiny silver tank top. 
  She was in incredible shape. A great toned young body, a firm juicy ass-incredibly tight. Nice breasts bounced around inside a tight sports bra-they got in her way a little on the athletics track but that didn’t hurt the view
  The runner had curly blonde hair to her shoulders that today was pulled back in two pigtails to accommodate her headphones. She wouldn't be able to hear the watcher. As the girl approached, the watcher placed the cloth over the chloroform they’d liberated from an old supply cabinet and doused it generously. Her footsteps grew louder and the watcher could hear the music from her headphones as she came nearer. She passed by and the watcher pounced. The watcher was physically quite inferior to her prey but preparation was a great leveller. She wrapped her right arm around the jogger’s neck from behind and covered her face with the chloroformed rag.
  She started to yell but the rag muffled her voice superbly and the watcher forced her onto her heels by leaning back and pulling her neck backwards. She was fighting and thrashing about, but not enough to break the attacker’s grip on her body. She was beginning to weaken noticeably. Her breathing, already heavy from her exertion, was taking in large breaths of chloroform. She was beginning to go limp in her attacker’s arms and slumped to the ground. Her attacker removed the rag from her face. 
  Her assailant laid the girl down and looked at her, completely unconscious. Jillian’s face was very cute, her lips were parted a little and her eyes were shut tight; 
    “Cutie-pie you never looked sweeter.”
  Jillian was five foot nine. She was one hundred and twenty six pounds of athletic muscle whereas her assailant was five foot four and ninety four pounds of cute but skinny brunette girl with a short bob of hair. Yet the captain of the school running team was the one on the floor unconscious.
    “Look at you all tuckered out-you need to rest.”
 Jan looked at her captive. She placed her hand on Jillian’s silver breast. Jan felt the smooth, cool material under her hand. She squeezed Jillian’s breast, and it was firm, the two of them had just turned eighteen. 
  Jan caressed and fondled Jillian’s tits through the slick silver tank top. There would be time for that later, though. There was a travel case-a large one and Jan dragged Jillian over to it. A few grunts and a zip and Jillian was quickly folded away inside and pulled off, into the nigh;
    “There you go honey. Nice and snug.”

  Jan was shy, small. She had been friends with Jillian for nearly eight years. When they were sixteen, Jillian and Jan had been to a party-they had both gotten completely drunk and someone had dared them to kiss each other Jan had initiated it and Jillian had kissed her back about ten minutes later someone had pulled them apart. Jan was certain from that moment from the heat rising in her body that she liked girls. 
  Jan was also convinced that her friendship with Jillian could become something more-she really liked Jillian…
  Jillian on the other hand had been incredibly embarrassed about the event. She became involved in school athletics, made Captain of the school running team but she had felt conflicted. 
  Jan was sure that Jillian liked girls but she was under pressure from her family. She had a taken a boyfriend though there were always rumours that she was quite frigid. Jillian outwardly wanted to conform to society but secretly Jan was sure that Jillian liked her. There had been a moment when she was seventeen when she had come out of the closet. Jillian had seemed like she was going to speak she had looked conflicted then had given up and walked away.
  Jan was not going to give her any option to escape her feelings any more. It was a small town, people didn’t change very quickly but Jan was strong. 
  There was an old house, it looked deserted from the road but it was still in good repair. The travel case containing Jillian was wheeled the short distance to the house. It had belonged to Jan’s grandmother who was widowed early in life she had had a hobby as a seamstress-something to do after her children grew up. For all intents and purposes the place now belonged to Jan. 
  The basement was very large. It consisted of four large rooms-one had been set up as a sewing workshop. A large flat table dominated one corner. A rack of cloth was next to it various patterns neatly folded away inside a large set of draws. There were bins containing parts and odds and ends. 
  The basement looked like an old sewing shop. A machine that looked like a cross between a sewing machine, a hand cranked mangle and a battleship engine sat on top of a heavy steel frame table. In any form it looked like a heavy duty machine able to sew the thickest material and it could easily. It was as reliable as anything and though practically an antique, just needed a little oil and the odd push to get it running. The exposed belt feed on the motor wasn’t exactly up to current health and safety standards but Jan was used to using the machine and was very proficient in it. 
  Jillian woke up, coming out of a hazy dream. She was in a basement and stripped naked, balancing on the very tips of her toes! Her arms were high up behind her, her shoulders wrenched back. It was a difficult position giving her little movement. Behind her back, her thumbs were tied together with a strong heavy duty sewing thread.  
  Hooks had been attached to her thumbs and pulled up back behind her back leaving her practically helpless!
  Then she remembered, Jan! She thought she saw her, the one who had done this to her! Jillian saw the girl out of the corner of her eye, she knew that she had thrown away Jan’s friendship nearly a year ago, mocked her, ostracised her and betrayed her. She realised how helpless she was, what would Jan do to her? She felt fear building in the pit of her stomach…
  Jillian tried to beg, to plead with her captor but it only came out as a muffled squeak. One of Jillian’s sweaty socks was tightly crammed in her mouth. The second sock was tightly wrapped around her head and knotted, cleaving her lips apart and keeping the other sock firmly in place. She had no way to loosen the gag as the sock was tied tightly behind her head.
  Jan walked past Jillian, stopping to pat her on the shoulder;
    “Don’t worry Jill. I’ll let you down eventually. You just look too good like that.”
  She walked over to a roll of blue nylon and picked it up she carried it over to the cutting table and pushed it to the back then she walked to one corner of the room, pulling out an old hand cart. 
  It was folded up. She kicked it a few times until it creaked and unfolded. Jan rolled it over to the rack of cloth. She moved one end of a heavy roll of canvas grunting with the exertion. Slowly she guided it onto the hand truck. With a little difficulty she guided the other end of the Roll so that the thick canvas stood upright on the hand truck;
    “No-one comes to Nan’s old place.”
  She wheeled it over to the cutting table and dumped one end of the roll onto it with a grunt. She grabbed the other end and lifted it onto the table. The bespectacled girl unrolled the heavy canvas and laid it out flat over the top of the cutting table. She smoothed it down;
    “There, no wrinkles or distortions.” She sounded ecstatic, hyper-worryingly so…
  Jan picked up a cloth measuring tape and a pen and note pad. Jillian was worried as she started at her head, measuring around the crown then her former friend measured from her chin to the base of her skull;
    “You would look so good in leather-if I had enough that is.” Jan took more measurements of Jillian’s body-the distance around the top of her neck the base of her neck and inhaled deeply as she got close to Jillian’s body, “Mmm, you smell nice!” She patted her reassuringly on the head. Jillian moaned through her gag. Jan’s manner was one of ownership, as you would be to your baby, or pet!
  The tape measure took the length of Jillian’s arms, the circumference of her wrists and elbows and biceps at the armpit. Jillian’s nipples were brushed as Jan took the measurements of her chest, waist and collar bone.   
  Jan even measured between Jillian’s legs front to back, pulling the tape measure deep between her buttocks and making her squirm;
    “Stop squirming, you’re going to like it tight.” All the time Jan took small notes on the paper. She took measurements then anticipated how much give there was in Jillian’s body with an eye to making her creation a little snug to say the least!
  Jan went to the large chest of shelves. Inside one, she pulled out a pattern for a rather formal woman’s dress that would button at the back. With a little work she could easily modify the basic pattern for the shirt-like top half into precisely what she wanted;
    “This is a little formal but you never know what could be created with a little imagination…”
  The pattern was laid out on the canvas and traced out with blue chalk with a few alterations. Then Jan unrolled more canvas and created a second set of tracings with almost the exact same shape. Jan rolled up the canvas and moved the nylon to the front of the table again she laid out almost the same pattern and then took the templates and put them back in the drawer. 
  The girl in the glasses took out a pair of scissors that looked like two small swords on a hinge and the shears went through the rolls of canvas and nylon cutting them free from the marked out patterns. Jan returned the nylon roll, running her tongue along her top lip with concentration then the canvas roll to the rack of cloth. She paused and took a bottle of soda, taking a few swigs then put it down;
    “I always like making things you’re going to be a doll trying-on the things I make-things of unique and terrible beauty!”
  Jillian watched Jan’s clever hands moving. She obviously had something in mind for her prisoner!
  Jillian’s fear rose in her body. What was it and what fate awaited her? Jan worked in a blur. There were soon bits of canvas everywhere and a set of cut-out pieces were carefully laid to one side. She moved on, a second almost matching set of canvas appeared.
  Jillian looked at the piles. They almost looked like enough material to make two jackets. Jan winked and turned her attention to the nylon. Soon three piles of fabric were there sitting on the work bench. She got a stool and a mallet and a big bowl full of needles;
    “You wouldn’t believe how fast I can work!” 
  She layered the pieces up-the largest canvas piece on the bottom then the smaller canvas piece then the nylon piece. The edge of the large remnant of canvas was rolled over to create a double folded seam removing any edge. Pins were worked into place to hold the thick sections of canvas in place. Anything that was resilient to being bent was persuaded with the mallet to lie flat. 
  Jillian realised that Jan was making some sort of heavy jacket, thick canvas on the outside a nylon lining on the inside… 
  The blonde put two and two together she realised Jan was making some sort of jacket for her and she was not eager to find out how it fitted! Jan had the collar section it had the usual two layers of canvas and a lining of nylon but this section to make it more ridged had two more layers of canvas inside it as a filler. Jan took the bundle of pins and cloth that would become Jillian’s collar. She took it over to the sewing machine and fed it with a thick, heavy duty thread;
    “I call the old girl Britannia, made in England!” She patted the machine.
  After a brief pause the machine lurched to life and chugged away she started stitching around the edges of the collar. Her hands were nimble and soon the collar was tacked in place, no pins then she changed the setting and the machine started stitching the collar together. 
  The canvas doubled or even tripled over was thick but the sowing machine easily handled it. The stitch was neatly compiled then Jan double stitched it then triple stitched it, finally reversing the machine to lock the stitch in place. She cut the finished piece free and put it to one side;
    “I am so excited your going to love your new outfit!”
  Jillian twitched at the sight of the collar. She could imagine it wrapped around her neck-she was not sure what to think. The little brunette checked the yoke of the jacket. All three layers ready to go, every edge flawless.
  Jan started to carefully tack the yoke of the jacket together. The machine merrily chugged away and a few minutes later and the first pass was completed. 
  Jillian tried to talk into her gag to beg Jan not to do what she thought she might be working towards but the sock prevented her from saying anything! She tried to move but she was held firmly in place strung up by her thumbs. She thought how strong the bit of thread around her thumbs was, an entire jacket made out of it-she would never escape! 
    “Shush, shush dear. Don’t worry, I’m going to make it all okay.”
  Jan completed the second layer of stitching and went ahead with the third. Jillian struggled but it hurt her shoulder and her thumbs. The pain was too much and she quietened down as the third pass of the sowing machine went over the double rolled edged.
  Jillian’s suspicions were realised as she saw that the sleeves of the garment that her former friend was making were not open but closed! The look of them would mean that they would be a tight fit, leaving her hands useless. 
  Jan had the sleeves laid-out, a double layer of canvas with a nylon lining. The sleeves were assembled inside out. One, two, three passes with the machine and the right sleeve was completed. Jan paused, stretched, took another sip of soda then she cracked on with the second sleeve;
    “I watched you play with yourself. You’re not going to get any relief without my permission form now on.”
  Jillian started to sweat. She could feel her heart beating in her chest-she was not going to get away! Jan finished the stitching of the second sleeve and put it on the growing pile of parts. Both sleeves were still inside out.
  Jan picked up the front panel of the jacket and Jillian realised that there were two cut outs in exactly the place that her breasts would go she blushed at the thought!
  The front panel was configured to tightly fit her body leaving no gaps or slack. Jan started to stitch the three layers together, starting around the two round cut outs on the canvas she worked methodically to create a very solid piece of material. The pace of work became slower as she slowly manpowered the large piece of canvas around so that the sewing machine went around each rolled edged three times;
    “This will really suit you, honey.”
  Her blonde prisoner began to imagine herself helplessly bound in a jacket with Jan slowly going over her unbound areas. If she was wearing the jacket she would have no option but to submit! She imagined Jan kissing her on the lips then moving over her exposed breasts then maybe her hands going lower... 
  Jillian felt her self warming-up, she was suddenly turning red! Her body seemed to be attracted to the current predicament she was in! A new kind of fear washed through her body. She hadn’t even let her joke of a boyfriend get to second base yet and now she was fantasizing about something completely ‘wrong’ she thought to her self and blushed further. 
    “Something got you a little steamed up honey, can’t do anything about it. Not sure if you want to poor thing”.
  Jan was finished with the front panel and added it to the pile of parts. She picked up one of the back panels. She made sure that all three layers were perfectly in place and that the rolled edge had no weaknesses in it whatsoever. Jillian could feel the heat rising in her body as she watched Jan, her former friend construct a new intimidating prison out of canvas. She thought back to the years that Jan and she had been friends, the birthdays they had shared, the good times and the times that they had cried on each others shoulders. 
  She had remembered when Jan had come out of the closet and told everyone that she liked women that she was a lesbian about a year ago. Jillian wished that she had that sort of strength inside, she had been about to speak up as well to say that it was also her nature but she had thought about the reaction of her father. When he had caught her steeling once when she was fourteen, he had beaten her black and blue! If her older brother wasn’t there she wasn’t sure if her father would have stopped!   
  Her older brother had now moved out and she couldn’t face her father without him. She had swallowed her feelings and turned and ran from them. 
    “Remembering something good or bad cherry? You look a little far off.” 
  Jan had finished the construction of the back panels. She put them down on the pile then picked up the collar and the yoke. Jan pinned them together then started to stitch the collar to the yoke. One quick tacking pass then a first run properly stitching the material together. Jillian started to look at Jan, to really look at her the sculpt of her neck the curve of her ass. 
  Jillian found herself starting to heat up again, she could feel she was attracted to Jan and she had no way to hide it. Jan had completed the collar to yoke and she started to pin the front panel to the yoke and collar. Jan stopped and took a sip of soda she turned around to look at her captive and her eyes were drawn to the slight damp patch between Jillian’s legs;
   “You must be thinking the same thing.”
  Jan walked over to her and hugged her then kissed her on her gagged cheek. She then walked back over to the sewing machine. 
  One tacking stitch then a full stitch then another and a third and the front panel was attached to the yoke. Jan began to work on the back panels, pinning them in place halfway turning the garment inside out so that she could get the sewing machine onto them. The machine started to quickly rattle away with the tacking stitch. 
  Jillian was conflicted. She feared the idea of what Jan might do to her, that she would ultimately pay her back for her betrayal in some terrible way but she was also proud of her for doing what she wanted, to stand up and step forwards to reach out and take what she wanted. Jillian could admire that even if taking what she wanted happened to be herself!
  She was embarrassed and aroused. The only sexual experiences she had up till now were with her vibrator in private that apparently Jan had seen. She admitted Jan was one of those she had fantasised about. Jillian looked back down she saw her nipples had become hard and the damp patch between her legs was even more visible. Jan had almost finished putting the back panels on the jacket. A few seconds later and she had completed stitching them on;
    “Poor dear. Can’t move, can’t beg. Don’t worry.”
  Jan started to connect the sleeves to the jacket. Jillian watched as she pushed the sleeves that had been made inside out into the jacket that was constructed inside out so that the nylon lining was visible. Slowly and carefully she pinned the sleeve to the jacket. Then meticulously she sowed around it to tack the joint in place. 
  The weight of the jacket must have been considerable as she was having a little difficulty moving it around. She slowly stitched the left sleeve in place as a critical joint, she sewed it four times rather than the usual triple stitch. Jan pinned the right sleeve then stopped. She got up and took another sip of soda;
    “Now to fix you” Walking over to Jillian, she bent down and picked up a length of wood. Jillian panicked and flinched but Jan walked up to her and patted her on the leg. She walked back to the table and put the wood down. “Not you, silly.”
  She sat down and finished the right sleeve off. Jan started the slow process of turning the jacket the right way around effectively turning the heavy garment inside out. The main jacket was fine but the sleeves needed a lot of effort to put in the right place. Jan had a bit of a fight on her hands and used the wood, it looked like a length of broom handle to push the sleeves the right way around;
    “You’ll go where I want you to go now!”
  The scared, yet stimulated blonde watched as the shorter woman picked up the jacket and walked over to her. She held it up against Jillian-it would fit very snugly…
  Jillian felt another hot flush at the idea of wearing such a creation! Jan put the jacket down on the cutting table. She reached under a bench and got a roll of leather out as well as a pair of shears;
    “Just a few more advancements to make it a little more snug.”
  The shears looked even more intimidating than the ones for cutting fabric! In a few minutes Jan had measured and cut out a large number of shapes-some in pairs, some long strips. Jillian wondered what was going on. 
  Jan got out a small box of needles and changed the one on her sewing machine. She worked quickly with skill reinforcing the jacket with brown leather, adding leather edging to the boob holes at the front of the jacket. Her prisoner thought about the circle of leather squeezing the base of each of her breasts and blushed. 
  Jan added a leather edge around the collar, down the back of the jacket and around the waist of the garment. Jan had pads to reinforce the shoulders under the arms on the elbows and around the wrists to make the jacket more secure and reinforce any area that would be under a high strain.
  She took off her glasses and rubbed the bridge of her nose;
    “Almost there now…” She put the box of leather and cutting tools away. Retrieving a roll of canvas straps, an eyelet gun and a box full of brass buckles she used a tape measure to measure out and cut eight long straps and eight smaller corresponding ones. Jan then measured out two much shorter straps and two smaller corresponding ones. She changed the needle on the sowing machine, cut holes for the buckles and then started making the straps. Earnestly, she rolled the canvas straps in their ends to prevent fraying. Also, she had loops of material so that the ends of the straps could be tucked away, “It’s going to be so great you won’t believe it!”
  Jan went to work and Jillian watched her as slowly a pile of eight large straps and buckles and two small straps grew. Jan finished her bottle of soda and then went to work with the eyelet gun adding eyelets onto the straps to make them more secure. When it was all ready Jan carefully pinned each strap and buckle to the back of the jacket. Eight equally spaced buckles and straps and two for the high collar. Jan began to sew each buckle and strap in place. She did a box shaped stitch then a cross in the middle trip-stitching each strap in place. Ten minutes went by and she was finished. Jillian looked at the garment and gulped but Jan was still some way to go before she finished;
    “Jill this is going to be like nothing you have ever seen, it’s going to blow your mind!”
  Jan got a wider, heavier roll of canvas. A few minutes later and she had cut two long straps with two corresponding short sections for the buckles. She cut three sections of canvas one longer than the others. She cut one final long strap and a corresponding short section for the buckle. Jan went through a similar process but with larger buckles. A few minutes and she was carefully pinning in place on the jacket two crotch straps-thick and heavy, two side loops, a front loop below the strategic breast holes and the heavy main strap on the jacket from one sleeve to the other. 
  A few more minutes with the machine and Jan had finished. She carefully checked every part of the jacket, clipping away any lose threads. She cleaned away any spare materials then picked up the jacket with a little grunt due to the weight and walked over to Jillian. 
  Jan took the scissors and snipped the thread holding Jillian’s thumbs in place. Jillian collapsed to the floor she was not sure how many hours it had been with her poor arms pulled up behind her. Jan undid the knot. Jillian limply pulled the sock out of her mouth and wrapped herself around Jan’s legs. She started crying and begging;
    “I am so sorry! Please forgive me-I love you but I was to afraid to say it, please forgive me!”
  Jan held her and picked her up-she started crying as well. She held up the jacket;
    “I will take away your freedom to deny yourself and give you freedom to be yourself.” Jillian nodded and held her arms out. 

  Jan held up the canvas straitjacket and readied it to confine its willing captive. Jan opened the straitjacket wide, and laid it across her chest. Jan looked at Jillian’s relieved, tear streaked face. Jan smiled;
    “For the rest of your life, we will be each others.” She paused, “I will lead and you will follow.”  Jillian nodded.
  Jan placed Jillian’s left arm into the left sleeve of the straitjacket, and pulled it up to her shoulder. Jillian could feel the lining of the jacket and the tightness of the fit. Her breasts popped through a tight ring of leather at their base. 
  Jan did the same thing with her right arm. Jan grabbed, stroked, felt Jillian’s left ass cheek as Jillian kissed her on the cheek. With her other hand, Jan grabbed her left shoulder and spun Jillian around. Her ass was round and juicy, Jillian had shapely thighs and thick round calves. The straitjacket lay open, ready for Jan to strap her into it tightly. Jan moved her hair out of the way. 
  She took the top strap and buckle for the top of the straitjacket collar and slid them through. Jan pulled the strap, cinching the straitjacket around her neck, and fastened the second buckle on the collar. Jan worked down the straps on the back of the straitjacket. Soon the Jillian was inescapably bound. Her shapely torso was lovingly encased in tight canvas, Jan went through the straps and retightened them making sure that there was no slack. Jan moved further down and positioned herself between Jillian’s legs.
  Jillian stood with her legs spread to help the process. Jan was going to enjoy fastening the crotch straps on Jillian’s nice ass. Jan put both her hands on Jillian’s smooth, firm legs and stroked the back of her thighs. It felt so good, especially to Jillian. 
  She was helpless to stop Jan and she didn’t want to. Jan brought the first crotch strap up between her legs and threaded it through the buckle on the straitjacket. Jan tugged on the crotch strap hard, driving it up into her and spreading her right ass cheek the second strap followed spreading her other cheek apart, halving them into two round bulbs. 
  Jan locked the straps in place and fastened the bottom strap more tightly around her waist, a quick rub between Jillian’s legs had her purring. Jillian crossed her arms in front through the centre loop then Jan placed the sleeves through the tight loops of canvas under each armpit, Jan placed the long strap from the left sleeve through the buckle on the right sleeve and tied Jillian’s arms to her sides. Keeping tension in the arm strap, Jan moved to her side and hugged her Jillian’s body against hers with her free arm, while pulling the strap with my other, eliminating any possible slack. Jan made the strap fast. 
    “Thank you!” Jillian found the words spill out of her lips.

  Jillian couldn't believe it. She was bound up. She was completely helpless but completely exposed. She looked at the beautiful girl her best friend that had just tied her up in a straitjacket! Her arms were drawn incredibly tightly across her chest, she could just see her hands outlined in canvas sleeves, well through the loops under each arm, hugging her torso tightly, Jillian realised her hands were strapped so her finger tips were just inches apart behind her. Jan kissed her on the lips then held up a rubber ball on a strap it was ruby red and large-two and a half inches in diameter, it would easily fill every corner of her mouth. Jan grabbed her head gently and pulled her forwards;
    “Submit to your fate, my dear.” 
  Jillian found her lips pressed to Jan’s. They were soft and wet. They tasted slightly of the soda and the kiss subdued her far more than the jacket. Jan glided her lips across Jillian’s, sucking and licking her soft mouth, their lips seemed to dance over each other forever. Then Jan placed the rubber ball against her lips and pushed it home. Jan moved her hair out of the way and threaded the strap around the back of her head buckling it in place, stretching her jaw.
  Jillian could try and scream all she wanted in her straitjacket. No one would be able to hear her scream while she was so thoroughly gagged!   
  She no longer had any control or a choice about her situation. She would never escape her new straitjacket prison, no matter how hard she struggled, writhed or cried. She was from now on Jan’s bondage girl, all tied up for her in a tight straitjacket lovingly crafted, ready to serve her. 
  Jan led Jillian deeper into the basement. There was a room. The floor and walls appeared to be padded! There was a mattress on the floor and a blanket. 
  The studious-looking brunette pushed Jillian onto the mattress then Jan stripped. She piled her clothes up and then snuggled up to Jillian. She pulled the cover over them and the two of them spooned. Jillian was soon moaning in orgasm into her gag then she slept. 
  Soon she would regain consciousness and realise she had no hope of escaping the straitjacket that bound her so tightly and completely. 
  Jan’s fantasy had become Jillian’s reality and their life was about to begin...