"Happy birthday, Jessica," I announced while handing her a modest pile of brightly-wrapped presents. They included some CDs and other items she had wanted. As she opened the last package, I happily told her, "I suppose you're old enough now for that outfit. I hope you like it."
The box contained a red, rubber outfit that will look oh, so hot on her. The miniskirt was tight at the waist and zipped all the way up. The top was a matching, open-backed vest which will preclude her from wearing a bra with it. A pair of shiny, red platform mules completed the ensemble. As kinky as it was, to the uninitiated, it was just as easily night club gear as scene wear.
She pulled her head back and furrowed her brow. "Ah, thanks, Mom."
Knowing the importance of positive reinforcement, I made sure to be smiling happily when I replied, "Oh, my baby's all grown up."
"What's this for?" Jessica asked, pulling out the Black Magic Tire Wet.
"That's to make the rubber nice and shiny. You can't use oils because they destroy the rubber. Just rub that on with a cloth and it will look great. I hope you like it."
"Don't make any plans for Friday night; we're going out to celebrate."
"Where're we going?"
"I'm not sure yet," I lied with an innocent, happy expression. "Our first mother-daughter night now that you're all grown up. Enjoy your CDs; I have to get back to business."
Friday night came and I encouraged Jessica to wear her new outfit. "Mom, it doesn't fit!" she called out. I came into her room to find her trying to fit the zipper together on the skirt.
"Yes it does, Jess. It's supposed to be tight. It would probably have been easier for her to put it on without panties, but one step at a time. Here, let me help. Suck in your gut. I pulled the skirt tight around her waist and zipped it part way. In good light, you can tell it was probably designed for the zipper to be in the back, but it looks so cute on the side as a thigh slit. "You can do it yourself if you zip it in front part way, and then work it over to the side. Now, how does that feel."
"Ok, I guess. It's supposed to be tight?"
"It's like a second skin. It feels extra special without the panties, too; just skin to second skin."
"Ah, no thanks."
"Do what you want," I replied without any note of disappointment. I mustn't let her feel pressured. "You want help with the top?"
"Yah, probably," she replied.
Picking up the vest, I instructed, "put your arms back." I slipped the vest on her and came around to snap it up. Her big, ripe breasts were squeezed up into beautiful young cleavage. "Now, let's shine you up," I continued, picking up the spray bottle and a rag. I sprayed her new outfit and rubbed it all over, bringing out a high shine and innocently copping several feels along the way. "OK, perfect," I smiled. "You do your makeup and nails and I'll get dressed."
I am SO glad I kept up a strict diet for the past few months. My legs, ass, and tummy haven't looked this good in years and I want to show them off. To complement Jessica's outfit without overdoing it, I bought a simple, black, rubber dress for myself. It was just a rubber version of a standard, little black dress ("LBD") and I played with the concept by wearing a string of pearls and glossy, black pumps with it. Of course, I knew better than to wear anything under the dress, so no panty lines ruined the sleek black shape that tightly encased my recently improved figure. I looked like a version of Audry Hepburn in kinky rubber.
"You ready, Jess?" I called out. "Rub some of the Black Magic on my dress for me." Jessica rubbed the solution all over my dress and I was careful not to let her know just how hot her touch was.
I called a cab and had Jessica run out to it while I locked up. The reason was just a rouse so she would already be in the cab and not back out when she saw me carrying a modest toy bag. "What's that for?" she asked worriedly.
"I'm loaning this to a friend and we're going to drop it off," I explained. Upon our arrival, Jessica asked if she should wait in the cab. "No, Jessica, I waved her out. Come on, I want you to meet a couple of friends of mine. We'll be here for just a little while and get another cab afterward."
"What is this place?" she asked at the door.
Again, I was careful to be very cheerful and encouraging so as not to frighten her. "It's like John's place but without alcohol -- sort of a clubhouse. I want you to see that it's no big deal and that my friends aren't a bunch of weirdoes.
"Uh, I don't think so."
"Jessica, I want you to be exposed to this and dispel the mystery. After this, if you don't want to know any more, that's up to you, but you need to see that it isn't some mysterious sleazy crowd. If you want, nobody has to know who you are. We'll use your middle name and you can call me 'Julie'. Ok?"
Gary let us in and Jessica started to notice the great scene wear displayed for sale. She seemed dubious but didn't try to leave. "Gary, I want you to meet Faye," I smiled. "Faye, this is Gary."
"Ah, hi," she offered hesitantly.
"Come on, let's go inside," I instructed while nudging her ahead.
Jessica walked cautiously in front of me through the outer room, her mules slapping her soles sexily with each step. Her eyes darted all around, taking in the strange, new sights. Stepping into the dungeon, however, she was taken aback and started to retreat. Laughing happily, I reassured her, "Come on, 'Faye'. It's fine."
We went to the bar and I ordered us a couple of drinks. Several of my friends came over soon to meet my 'date'. I introduced Faye and explained that she is a friend who doesn't know much about the scene. Everyone was friendly and complemented her on her outfit. I could see Jessica was becoming a little more comfortable.
Not long after we arrived, Dave showed up. Jessica had met him a few times and was somewhat surprised and embarrassed to be seen by him. I preempted the situation by announcing to him, "Dave, I want you to meet my friend, Faye."
"Hi, Faye," he said, holding out his hand to shake hers. He immediately understood that Jessica wanted to retain some anonymity and readily played along. "It's nice to meet you," Dave said and excused himself.
His playing along and quick departure helped a great deal to calm down Jessica, who I noticed was repeatedly glancing at a scene in the corner, hoping not to be noticed. Her glances grew longer and more frequent, until she was practically staring non-stop at Cindy punishing her husband, Larry. As their scene came to a close, I saw my cue to take Jessica on a tour of the dungeon. She was becoming much more relaxed and started asking questions.
"So, ah ... 'Julie' ... are you like the one who gets tied up or the one who like ties the other one up?"
"It depends. Sometimes, with some people, I'm submissive. Other times, I'm dominant." I replied in a friendly, yet matter-of-fact tone.