Shopping

-
Shopping

 This happened earlier this week, where Emily seriously scared me with her ideas. 
I was peacefully enjoying my allocated free time for the day. When Emily is working, she usually gets home towards the end of my 30 minutes off from doing housework. I was sitting on the couch, wearing my usual attire. This is a hoodie, one of the 'light down jackets', a North Face gilet, a North Face Nupste, and finally another puffy gilet. 
Emily entered the door, and dropped off her bag and began to remove her shoes. As required, I got off the couch and kneeled on the bottom of it, until she gives permission for me to stand. Oddly enough, when she came in, she had her laptop with her, and sat down on the couch where I was kneeling beside.
"I've found your next coat slave!" she enthusiastically exclaimed.
I was worried. Over the past few months, Emily had bought me a bunch of coats. I had numerous gilets/vests, "light down coats" (at least in her eyes they are 'light'), more heavier down jackets, and a few additional items. The reason this made me incredibly worried was the fact that the only thing I thought she would buy next would be a down suit. While I liked the look of these, I knew that she would make me wear Gilets and even puffy jackets as well as the suit itself.
To that extent, I felt slightly relieved when I heard the words "Himalayan Parka" from her. However, this feeling was soon lost when she showed me an image of the jacket. Made by North Face, it was sure to be good quality. 

However I immediately saw it was incredibly puffy and thick. The hood having drawstrings was also a reason for me to worry. Emily loved to buy coats which had hem strings, where you can tighten/pull strings at the bottom of the jacket, designed to keep the cold out. Emily likes to do this as she knows it makes me much more uncomfortable. 
"And not to worry, we can get you another gilet to go over it as well!" she commented.
Again, this was Emily's way to always make me know that she was in control of me, and how comfortable I was. 
To most people, a down gilet/vest is more of a light warmer, something to wear in cool weather with a small breeze, or where you don't feel like wearing something heavy and thick. The way Emily saw them however, was completely different. She always bought gilets that were at least a size too small for me (usually making them an XS), and having me wear them on top of the regular puffy jackets I was wearing at that point. This made the stuff I was wearing underneath the gilet feel much, much more tight and constricting, something she views as amusing.
The end result of this is usually me wearing at least 2 gilets, layered at different points between layers of coats, massively restricting my movement.
However, an XS gilet over this Himalayan down coat, as well as the items likely to be underneath it, would be nearly impossible, not to mention beyond uncomfortable.
Emily went on to order it anyway. It is yet to arrive, so I am enjoying every day of relative freedom (this still being wearing multiple down coats) I get before she dresses me in this monster.

- aj.

Enjoyed this story? Please consider becoming a Patron by clicking here. 
This helps to motivate me to create new stories, and grows the Puffy community as a whole!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Down Camping (Part 1)

-
Down Camping (Part 1) I was sitting there, bound in the closet. It was 8pm and after 30 hours of flying, I was feeling drowsy and tired. I could hear them both through the door talking still, they'd been at it for over an hour already. Emily and I had travelled to the US to meet Sam, another down fetish lover. He was another Dom and wanted to Dom me with Emily. Within 10 minutes of coming into his flat, him and Emily had me layered up already. I was sitting there on the floor in a latex catsuit, followed by a retro Nuptse, a Nuptse vest, and one of Sam's down suits. Underneath it all I had an anal hook in my ass, that was attached to the clothes rail with rope. It resulted in being fairly painful to move even slightly, as the rope was at just the right tension to prevent any movement. My dick was tightly secured in a chastity cage as it always was these days.  Emily had worn her Canada Goose Victoria Parka on the car journey from ...
Read more

Winter's Peak (Part 1)

-
Winter's Peak (Part 1) Anyone would be forgiven for thinking Kate was out on a typical, common ski vacation in Zermatt, Switzerland. She had brought multiple large bags with her, presumably containing skiing gear, such as helmets, gloves, and more. She was renting a small lodge in the ski resort, which was typical for more wealthy visitors to the region. The lodge was located about a mile away from the main ski resort, where most of the tourists stayed, and where all of the shops, restaurants, and hotels were located. Kate's lodge was in a small 'estate' like grouping of other lodges, and the guests who stayed in these mostly spent their time on private skiing lessons and in the bars and restaurants in the main resort area. However, Kate never went skiing. She never went up the mountains, on the ski lifts, not even into the skiing gear shops to look at the top of the line snowboards and other items. Instead, she spent most of her time simply walking around both...
Read more

A Cold Night

-
A Cold Night Sitting there patiently awaiting his wife's return, Frank wondered how much puffy gear she would return with. Knowing that in the closet there was close to 20 different down suits, vests, and jackets, not to mention the abundance of choice of down pants, moonboots, mittens, and other winter clothing such as scarves, he knew she was spoiled for choice.  Frank's wife, Martha, was a perfect fit for him since they met each other 7 years ago. Frank had, and still has a down clothing fetish, and Martha loves to entice and use it on him. She understands his fetish, and is not discouraged by it, but instead awakened by it. Usually their common scenario would be for Martha to dress Frank in a down suit of her choice, tease him, and then make love with him. However, this night was different. Martha had come home from work and specifically asked Frank if she could decide exactly what to put on him, and have total freedom of what to choose and how much to choose. Frank, b...
Read more