Extract from Fit To Be Tied

'Did you get the clothes out for me?' I asked.

'Sure,' he answered, and gestured to something hanging over the chair I had so recently been buggered over.

It was pink, a sort of body suit, and in the most bizarre cut, tight at the body but baggy at the thighs, like a pear. Three large, bright red pom-poms decorated the front. It was a clown outfit.

'You are joking,' I managed.

'It's the get-up for this evening,' he explained.

'Yes, Jeff, fine... no, not fine, but never mind that. I have to go to Victoria, then to Turnpike Lane. I can't go around London dressed in that thing!'

'Why not?'

'Because... because it's a clown outfit for goodness sake, and a pretty stupid looking one at that!'

'I thought you liked that sort of stuff? Humiliation and that? Look...'

He turned it over, revealing the back. There was a fourth pom-pom, positioned so it would go just above the girl's bum, like a ludicrous rabbit's tail. Beneath it was a buttoned slit, a drop seat, so the wearer could bare her bum, or more likely have her bum bared by other people. I tried to explain.

'Yes, Jeff, I am into humiliation, erotic humiliation. I can not walk around London in your ridiculous clown costume. Have you got no sense at all? And what is it with you and clowns, anyway?'

'I thought...'

'And what about undies anyway, and shoes for goodness sake?'

He just shrugged. He looked genuinely hurt. I really am too soft.

'Okay, dress me up in it this evening. Do whatever you have to do. Spank me, fine, even fuck me, if you like. I suppose you may as well after what you just did.'

He brightened up immediately as I went on.

'But I am not wearing that in the street!'

'Yeah, but I haven't got anything else.'

'Nothing?'

'No. Well, you can borrow some of my stuff if.'

'Don't be silly. I'd look like a clown anyway, in a pair of your trousers. One of those ones who get the whitewash poured...'

'Hey! Neat idea!'

'Oh shut up, Jeff. All right, I'll put on the clown suit and one of your coats, but you're to drop me right outside the door. Okay?'

'Sure.'

I picked the horrible thing up. It was at least easy to get into, with a row of poppers down the front. Jeff watched me put it on, obviously enjoying himself. It felt very odd indeed, especially when I was nude underneath. I had never seen such an absurd garment, let alone worn one. Even the pink and green harlequin suit on his blow-up doll had more style, although it was a good deal less decent. In it, I felt utterly ridiculous and comprehensively humiliated, feelings only slightly reduced once I'd put the largest of his coats over the top. I still looked silly, barefoot with the pink trousers legs and collar showing, but a great deal better than before.

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