Ms Cockrill nodded toward another bench a bit further away, and Louise walked offf and sat down on it, her back erect and slightly beaded by sweat. Her body trembled a bit from the exhaustion and tension of the last two hours. Somewhere in her soul she felt safe with Ms Cockrill around, but the next moment the pain and inner revulsion spurted through her depths.
Liz came unhurriedly over, the tights and the corset in her hands, and with a hlf-smile said “Right, stretch out your lovely legs, Louise”.

Louise obeyed without questions and the experienced Liz, who clearly knew this kind of gear, pulled the black tights on her, making them fit her strong sleek thighs. With a shiver of pleasure Louise felt them closing in; covering her flesh and hugging the back of her thighs and butt where the whip had hit. The stings seemed to creep back up and make themselves felt again, but the feeling of snug warmth was delicious. She felt the straps tightening , crossing close to her waist and holding the tights firmly over her hips and crotch, and encasing her privates. She looked over at Doug who was sitting still, eyeing her with what she felt was gleeful interest. Ms Cockrill gently turned her neck to keep her from looking that way.

She did not have to be told to keep her back straight and hold iin her stomach as Liz lifted the black corset, with a latex outside but real stiff bones on the inside that would mould her torso. “Give me your best, slave” the elder woman cooed to her, and soon she felt her skin groomed and held in by the luscious dark fabric, the lower half of her breasts covered in sheeny black. Louise drew breath and slowed as Liz moved her hands behind, pulling the laces and hooks tight to let it caress her skin.