There is nothing sexy about getting a new cloak from Clothspiinners. Or is there?
Cadwarra entered Clothspinner’s front foyer, half expecting that this mysterious appointment of hers would turn out to be some scheduling error on the part of Clothspinner & Co. and that they were expecting someone else to arrive.
That helpful Receptionist gave Cadwarra a pleasant smile as she stood to welcome her. “Good Afternoon, Lady Cadwarra. Your consultation room is almost ready, perhaps we’ll need to wait fifteen minutes or so. Please allow me to pour you some tea while you are inconvenienced.” She was already passing a cup of hot tea to Cadwarra.
Cadwarra accepted the warm drink gratefully. The Receptionist offered a plate of almond biscotti. “Thank you” Cadwarra said. She had been hoping there would be biscotti. This time, Cadwarra knew to dip the biscotti into her tea.
Cadwarra swallowed her first bite then confessed puzzlement. “I was pleased to receive the invitation from Clothspinner’s for an appointment this afternoon, but I am puzzled as to why I was invited to drop by?”
“Our apologies, Lady Cadwarra. We should have realized this was your first winter season with us.”
“I see” Cadwarra lied.
Seeing Lady Cadwarra was still puzzled, the Receptionist supplied more information. “Lady Vishra insists all Vishra Ladies and Mistresses are displaying the Height of Fashion. In that regard, you will need a new cloak for the upcoming season.” Guessing Cadwarra’s financial embarrassment, she quickly clarified “the cost will come out of the budget which House Vishra has supplied to meet your wardrobe expenses.”
A free cloak sounded awesome to Cadwarra. She could toss away her embarrassingly threadbare one, purchased second hand so long ago. The Receptionist seemed to read her thoughts about disposing of her old cloak. “I am sure you will want to drop off your current cloak here next time you are visiting our humble establishment. Clothspinner and Co. run an annual charity, you see. It is tradition that the Ladies of Qeynos give last year’s cloaks to the poor.”
Last year’s cloak? Cadwarra was too embarrassed to confide to the Receptionist that she was actually wearing whatever style of cloak might have been in fashion ten years ago. She merely promised to drop the old garment off as soon as she could.
“Thank you on behalf of the poor, Lady Cadwarra. As Frostfell approaches, we do need to think of the homeless, huddling in the cold.”
Cadwarra agreed while passing her empty teacup to the Receptionist, feeling guilty to have all those privileges while others were not so lucky.
The Receptionist placed Cadwarra’s used teacup on her desk, leaving it for a servant to pick up in good time. She filled the fifteen minute wait by showing Cadwarra the new silk blouses the Apprentice Tailors had just completed. To be polite, Cadwarra chose a pretty one with a see thru lace bodice. Since no one else was in the lobby she switched tops right there.
The Receptionist averted her eyes by marking the purchase down in Cadwarra’s account records while promising Cadwarra to send two more blouses to her apartment. “We need to spend the funds set aside for you by Vishra House, Lady Cadwarra, or Lady Vishra will be meeting with Master Daniel to enquire as to why you are not being properly clothed.”
“Oh dear” Cadwarra confessed “I did not mean to get you in trouble. I was trying not to be too much of a burden...”
“No fear of that” the Receptionist assured her. “Just be assured there is quite a bit more you will need to be spending. We’ll let you know if your expenses are nearing your limit.” The Receptionist finished her ledger entry and put down her quill. “I believe your fitting room should be ready, now, Viscountess. If you would follow me, Master Daniel himself has insisted he have the singular honour of designing your new cloak.”
Master Daniel Clothspinner-Willingdon the Third, already in the fitting room, was delighted to see Cadwarra again. He gave her a formal bow, noticing her braless breasts plainly showing inder the lace front of her silk blouse. There was only a slight bounce to her breasts but it was all he could do to resist reaching out and having a quick feel of those free standing beauties. Naturally, he behaved.
“Cloak design never takes long, Lady Cadwarra” he told her as she sat down in a chair. “I’ll measure your shoulders, confirm what colours would suit you and get the cloth cut. All that would remain after that would be to choose a broach to fasten your cloak. It will be silver, and must bear the coat of arms of the Vishras so folks know you are attached to that House. Our preferred Jewelers are The Jewel Box, just down the road. They have several samples of broaches from which you may choose. The hardest part will be deciding which one you like most.”
“I’ll drop by” Cadwarra promised Master Daniel. She had never owned anything silver before. She knew Amber had a gold broach, but daughters and wives had such a privilege. She was fine with silver. She did not know that once she gave birth to a Vishra boy or two her status in House Vishra would earn her the right to also wear a gold broach.
It took a mere fifteen minutes to design the cloak. It was just a huge square of heavy cloth to keep out the cold, cut to fall elegantly from her shoulders. Master Daniel suggested that the cloak be of one colour: solid burgundy, trimmed with white marten fur. Lady Cadwarra was in luck. Clothspinner’s had only just obtained a bundle of high quality white marten fur last week thanks to the timely arrival of the Prize of Prexus, in from Everfrost.
Hoping she was not offending Master Daniel, Cadwarra asked to have white marten trim omitted on the grounds that it was too fancy for her. A border of grey cloth to complement the deep red would suffice.
Clothspinner-Willingdon was askance to think of his elegantly clever cloak design ruined by a tawdry cloth trim. He could hardly allow such a garment to leave his studio. He knew how to tactfully handle this sort of situation, though. “Excellent, Lady Cadwarra. We shall trim it with a silver brocade, then. How foolish of me to suggest an inexpensive fur trimming.”
Cadwarra was taken aback. “I do apologize, Master Daniel. I did not mean to make the cloak more expensive.”
Master Danial seemed unconcerned about that. “I know you likely have a busy day so I have reserved our Wizard to speed up the sewing of the cloak. It should take sixty minutes maximum.”
Cadwarra dipped her third biscotti in her tea. “Wonderful, Master Daniel. I’ll go wait in the reception area, shall I?”
“Certainly, Lady Cadwarra, that would be fine, I you prefer...but...” Here, Master Daniel reached around and picked up a large sized sketch pad. “...but if I may, I would suggest that since you are already here we use the hour to sketch a few dress ideas I have for your winter wardrobe. We really should start thinking of what dresses we should be making for you. That way we’ll be prepared in case we have an early cold.”
That did sound like a pleasant use of time.
Cadwarra posed patiently while Master Daniel produced several sketches in an impressively short space of time. He was extraordinarily talented as an artist, capturing her features and her figure with quick expert strokes of his quill then adding watercolours to illustrate the colours of the proposed outfits. He even mixed his paints to achieve a most accurate representation of her tawny skin tone.
Cadwarra had nothing to do but occasionally move a leg or turn a little sideways as Master Daniek directed. It was rather pleasant and relaxing and the yummy biscotti kept arriving. She found something erotic about modeling for an attractive man. She liked the way he studied her body as he worked. She felt pretty.
The hour passed quickly. At last he passed her a dozen sketches. Cadwarra found the dress designs delightful. She blushed to see herself drawn wearing such beautiful gowns. “You made me look too pretty, Master Daniel.”
“My poor talent does not do you justice, Lady Cadwarra. You are very beautiful.”
Cadwarra took the compliment well, though she suspected Amber would tell her that such a remark by a tradesman to a Lady was inappropriate. She was too interested in the dress designs to worry much about that.
She was smart enough to see that Master Daniel had wisely designed her wardrobe for the men in her life, not herself. Each dress cleverly displayed her assets in a different way. Samandra had told her of rumours among the Vishra downstairs staff that her breasts were fake. These designs would allow interested gentlemen to see for themselves that the swell of her bosom was grown entirely by her.
She would have been happy to wear any one of the twelve dresses. Winter wardrobe or not, these designs had plunging necklines or were so backless as to surely expose her sideboobs should she turn a smidgen at a banquet or lean over to hear what a Lord might be saying to her at a reception. None of the designs covered enough flesh to allow the option of wearing a bra or chemise or any such equally inconvenient underclothes that might prevent a dance partner from slipping a hand inside to cradle a bare breast while waltzing discreetly close.
She chose three dresses she particularly liked. She chose one for Lord Vishra; she thought Lord Vishra would love the cleavage-revealing plunging neckline, assuming he would need her to devote her time at this or that soirée flattering this or that Lord threatening to vote against this or that proposed law. She chose one for Diamander; the backless dress would allow Diamander to easily pull her dress from her left breast. That was his favourite one. It would be instantly ready and available for fondling and sucking. She chose a third one for Uncle Triander; the high slit in the skirts would allow his hand to slip surreptitiously onto bare thigh should she be sitting next to him at some otherwise boring dinner party.
She handed those three to Master Daniel, liking the fact he had been studying her chest while she was reviewing his sketches. “Might I have these three made, Master Daniel?”
Master Daniel raised his eyes from her tits to take note of her choices. “Excellent, Lady Cadwarra. I’ll have my Apprentices start on them immediately.”
The other nine sketches he set off to the side. “I’ll save these should you wish more dresses made at a later date. A half dozen dresses will hardly make a dent in the funds set aside for you.”
“Well, maybe we should not use it all up, regardless” Cadwarra cautioned “I may be needing maternity clothes.”
“Let’s hope so” Master Daniel responded “Qeynos needs more sons.”
Secretly, Master Daniel would have preferred more Vishra daughters. Clothspinner & Co. was not going to make any money off of Vishra boys who would be pestering Lord Vishra for armour instead of dresses.
Meanwhile, Cadwarra wondered exactly how many people knew about her planned pregnancy.
There was a polite knock on the door. “The silver brocade is not in our stockroom” the Receptionist apologized to Master Daniel. “We’ve sent an Apprentice to go fetch a bolt from the warehouse. I regret there will be an hour and a half delay.”
Master Daniel offered profuse apologies to Cadwarra.
Cadwarra took the delay in stride. She was enjoying the design session. She was enjoying it too much. “If we need to wait, perhaps I should let you have your tip, now.” She started unbuttoning her Clothspinner blouse, assuming Master Daniel would like another titfick. He had so enjoyed it the other time.
“That sounds quite pleasant, Lady Cadwarra.”
Completely unbuttoned, Cadwarra sat back in the chair. Her silk blouse fell further open. Her big round breasts sat there for Master Daniel to admire. She thrust her chest forward. The blouse slipped off her shoulders and halfway down her upper arms.
Cadwarra was surprised Master Daniel did not instantly pull out his prick and come over to rub it on her tits. Instead, he picked his sketchpad back up. “Those breasts are too lovely not to be immortalized in watercolour, Lady Cadwarra. If I may, I would like to do a topless portrait of you.”
Cadwarra was intrigued by the idea of posing bare breasted for a picture. She had heard that men liked to look at those kinds of images. Long after they had grown and ceased to be horny boys, they still exchanged such things. She nodded her assent to Master Daniel’s request.
Cadwarra remained still while Clothspinner-Willingdon worked. When he was down, he asked Cadwarra if she minded if he did a second sketch. Cadwarra completely shucked her blouse and assumed a different pose. “Who is going to see these” she asked out of curiosity.
“No one but myself, Lady Cadwarra.” Her question suggested to Clothspinner-Willingdon that she was getting second thoughts about having a bunch of pics of her bared boobies in circulation. She might panic and ask that he burn them. He felt he needed to make up a good reason for keeping them. ”The sketches will be useful. Come spring, we’ll need to make you some summer dresses. Since the material for summerwear is so thin, we will need to record how your body looks under the light material. Thus, I’ll keep them in my confidential files for reference.””
“I see” Cadwarra lied. She pretended to believe the excuse. She was tempted to reassure Master Daniel that she was not going to get upset about him having a few pictures of her with her tits showing. She supposed he would jack off to them later but that seemed harmless. Cadwarra reached down to undo the laces of her leggings. “I suppose in the interest of summer dress design I really ought to be completely naked.”
She pushed her bottoms down. They dangled from one foot. She playfully kicked them at Master Daniel and giggled. He liked her giggle.
She sat nude for a dozen figure studies while Master Daniel captured each graceful limb, each soft breast, each hint of a rib or sweep of a hip.
As the afternoon passed, her nipples betrayed her increasing sexual arousal. The change was gradual; her areola slowly shrank from large, smooth circles to ones half the diameter they were before Cadwarra was aroused. Master Daniel’s sketches diligently recorded the erotic progression in each succeeding drawing until the last few showed her nipples risen into long thick stalks.
Cadwarra began thinking of her Vishra men. She was very much in need of the use of one of their cocks. If only one of them would drop by that night...
She had an idea to tempt a visit in that regard. “Would it be okay if you sent a picture to Marshall Vishra? I think I have a pose he would like.”
Master Daniel flipped to a fresh sheet, enjoying the afternoon as much as Cadwarra was. “Of course, If you would like.”
He watched the nude Cadwarra lean back in her chair and slide her pelvis forward until her butt perched on the forward edge of the seat. She hooked her calves around the front legs. The action caused her knees to spread apart, exposing her vagina to Master Daniel. “I think he would like a picture of me like this” Cadwarra suggested.
The pose was so erotic that Clothspinner-Willingdon nearly dropped his quill twice as he worked on that last sketch, barely keeping his hand from shaking. Cadwarra’s breasts sat there, so full and spherical, crowned by those rock hard nipples. Muscles in her thighs flexed whenever she shifted a little. Her abdomen had that slight hint of a tiny sexy outward roundness as if promising how well she could grow children in there. He worked away. It was an honour to draw her.
Finally adding the watercolour to the drawing, he presented the finished work to the Viscountess. He could see she was pleased as she held it.
It was perhaps the finest work he had ever done. A nude figure model can either look of innocent nudity or of wanton lust. This picture did both and Cadwarra, seeing what Master Daniel had accomplished, gave it her approval.
“I’ll just add a bit more watercolour to it, Lady Cadwarra. Then I’ll send it along to your apartment.”
“That’s wonderful, Master Daniel. But would you send it directly to Lord Vishra? That way he’ll get it as quickly as possible. I want him to get it tonight.” She handed the image back to Master Daniel. She did not explain why she wanted Marshall Vishra to have it as soon as possible.
The Receptionist knocked politely again. She had Lady Cadwarra’s cloak. The Receptionist showed only a little surprise to see Cadwarra in the buff in front of Master Daniel.
Master Daniel handed the Receptionist all the finished sketches. “Please place these dress designs in Lady Cadwarra’s working file as soon as the paint dries. The nudes will require a confidential file to be kept in my office.”
He then handed her the last one. “This one is to be sent post haste to Lord Vishra at his office. Please mark the envelop ‘Personal & Confidential’.”
The Receptionist merely nodded, seemingly unoffended by the pornographic image being sent to the Marshall.
Cadwarra and Master Daniel were alone again. He was most aware of her nakedness. His desire for her small Wood Elf body had grown exponentially while he sketched her, acutely aware of those breasts that stood there so round and firm.
Of course, he knew the rules about touching the clientele. But Lady Cadwarra’s body was so perfect and there she was, in that lewdly innocent pose with her calves tangled around the chair legs, not even sitting back up for the sake of decency. He was sure Cadwarra had no idea what she was doing to him.
He would need to calm down. Lady Cadwarra had already suggested a titfuck and he should accept her offer gratefully. Though technically still against the policy, titfucks were a common occurrence in the privacy of the fitting rooms. Most ladies looked forward to such activity as a way of thanking their tailor for the magnificent dresses. The teen customers even considered it a rite of passage. For some, it was the first time they saw cum.
But such titfucking was all the sexual hijinks that Clothspinner & Co. would tolerate. Beyond that slight bending of the rules, Clothspinner staff were not to be having sexual relations with the customers.
Still, the way Clothspinner-Willingdon felt, he did not want a titfuck...another essentially unsatisfactory titfuck...with that soft, warm, wet part of Lady Cadwarra so unabashedly on display between her parted thighs. It was a mere few feet from his painfully hard cock
He failed to resist temptation. His arousal was too far gone. To Cadwarra’s consternation, Master Daniel Clothspinner-Willingdon the Third, Senior Partner and Director of Clothspinner & Co., flagrantly broke his own rules. He and every man who had ever held the position of Senior Tailor at Clothspinner & Co. had sworn to enforce those professional Rules of Conduct upon taking the senior position. A position he now so richly deserved to lose in view of what he then did.
He fell across Cadwarra’s nude body. With her pinned by his weight and with her legs open like that it was easy to press his dick straight against her pussy. She could feel his desperate erection press hard into her clitoris as if it had actually known where to find it.
Cadwarra hesitated to show any reaction. She was sure she should not be allowing such liberty with her body. Letting Clothspinner-Willingdon cum on her chest after a titfuck was one thing but this was a bonafide dry-humping which had commenced with no go-ahead from herself. She knew she should scold Master Daniel for behaving like a sex-starved teenager. She knew she should push him off angrily. She knew she should pay no attention to how good it felt to have her clitoris rubbed so enthusiastically by a man who was touching her without Lord Vishra’s permission.
She knew all that, but Cadwarra decided she could not wait in her apartment for a possible visit from the Marshall. She recklessly allowed Master Daniel’s aggression to continue. She pulled Master Daniel up so his mouth was near her left breast. He took her nipple and sucked on it while the dry humping increased in need. She pulled his head firmly into her boob, squashing it into his face with a moan of surrender.
He sucked tit fore a minute or two then allowed her breast to drop from his mouth. He rose up to kiss Cadwarra hard on the lips. Cadwarra answered his kiss, pushing her tongue into his mouth and licking. Her saliva mixed with his.
Without any indication he was allowed to take such a liberty, each of his hands grabbed a full breast and squeezed. Cadwarra arched her back and allowed the trespass. His fingers felt how firm those boobs were, so full of mammary gland he could only ponder how much milk they would hold when her babies arrived.
He played with them, swinging them around on her chest, first smacking them together, then apart. Her hard nipples swung about as her tits rolled every which way. He pinched each nipple between thumb and index finger and pulled them to make her breasts elongate. Not letting go of those long teats, he moved his hands to make her boobs wobble. She did nothing to indicate to Clothspinner-Willingdon that he was out of line for doing so.
He finally let go and her breasts returned to their natural shape. Incredibly turned on to have Master Daniel play with her breasts like that, Cadwarra moved her shoulders so that those breasts really flew around. He stared at those jugs. She kept shaking them and grinning, enjoying him watching her tits flying. He put a hand on her left breast as if to keep it still. He pushed it up to her face. Her own nipple brushed her chin. Guessing correctly what Master Daniel wanted, she took the nipple in her mouth and sucked on it. Her pretty eyes stared straight at Master Daniel as if to say “go ahead and watch me suck.” It made Master Daniel grind into her pussy even harder.
She had a small clitgasm while Clothspinner-Willingdon kept humping his cock against her pussy, driven to a mad state to see Lady Cadwarra chew on her own tit.
At last he paused very briefly in his rubbing. He held that position for three or so seconds. Then he began longer, harder, more desperate thrusts. He finally stopped, pelvis pushed hard into pelvis. He moaned.
She knew he was creaming inside his trousers. His climax did not take long. When he was finished, ashamed, he got off her.
The unauthorized act complete, they shared a mutually guilty silence, each knowing Master Daniel had had no right to touch the flesh of a Vishra mistress so intimately. Cadwarra broke the silence first. “I do not resent you your pleasure, Master Daniel, and I hope it was fun, but I suspect it’s best we forget the past ten minutes ever happened.”
“You may rely on my discretion” the Master Tailor responded. He felt extreme relief to hear that Cadwarra was not going to report the sexual assault that had just occurred. He decided a bribe was in order, nonetheless. “I’ll begin working on a few very nice summer dresses for you, Lady Cadwarra. No charge.”
Appalled by his conduct and uncomfortable to feel his own ejaculate unpleasantly sticky inside his pants, Clothspinner-Willingdon walked his pretty client out to the reception area, both trying to pretend nothing was amiss.
Alweya was in the reception area, suckling her Vishra daughter while waiting for her own cloak to be brought up to the front. She already had her gold broach in hand.
Clothspinner-Willingdon bowed to both Ladies and hurried home to change, the cum now unpleasantly cold.
Guessing the reason for Master Daniel’s hurried departure and pushing aside guilty emotions in that regard, Cadwarra leaned forward to admire Alweya’s child. “Oh, Tunare” she grinned excitedly “is that a tiny little Clothspinner dress she’s wearing?”
Alweya beamed proudly. “A present from her father.”
The baby seemed done with her lunch. Alweya tucked her swollen boob back into her top. “Do you want to hold her?”
Cadwarra had never laid a child on her breast before. The infant’s head rested there as she slept, too young to know this was not Mommy’s boob. Some instinct, dormant inside Cadwarra, awakened. Her breast felt odd, it seemed to tingle in an almost sexual pleasure. With her womb still empty of her own Vishra children her bounteous mammary glands nevertheless recognized their purpose. They began making milk. Just a little.