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Compared to what Sakiko and Sodachi usually got up to, it seemed rather mundane. That’s why Sodachi had no issue with agreeing to Sakiko’s suggestion. All that would happen would be that Sakiko would choose an outfit for Sodachi. Then, they would go on a date while Sodachi wore it. It was humble. It barely felt like a kink.
If she had thought about it a little more, she might have realized what it really meant. She had said that she had limits for what she would wear, but Sakiko didn’t cross those lines. Still, she came close.
Sodachi wasn’t one to dress conservatively. But her usual outfits were downright prudish compared to what Sakiko had picked out. The top was a crop top so short it might as well have been a tube top. That was paired with a pair of jean short shorts only slightly bigger than her underwear. Thankfully, Sakiko didn’t include underwear or a bra for her to wear with this, but it did include some hair accessories and a pair of platform heels. Seeing all that, Sodachi was surprised Sakiko hadn’t included a leopard print jacket or a blonde wig.
On one hand, the heels would make her clearly taller than Sakiko. A full head taller, rather than just the few centimeters that were normal. But on the other hand, Sodachi had no experience with heels taller than an inch or two, while just the platform was that tall. So even if she was taller, she knew she would have to cling to Sakiko to not trip.
The other girl was devious, to say the least.
They agreed to something simple. Sodachi would wear the outfit as they went on a walk around Sakiko’s apartment. There was a park nearby, so they would go there, walk around a little, then come back. Sodachi hoped the park wouldn’t be too crowded. But she knew in her heart that, as nice a day as it was outside, it would be packed full of people.
Much like she had expected, even before they reached the elevator, she was leaning on Sakiko for support. With the extra height she she had, though, she had to lean down slightly to keep a grip on her arm.
By the time they were out of the building, Sodachi was wishing they had brought a pair of flats with them so she could change.
But the discomfort was the point. She knew that. And from the expression on Sakiko’s face, it seemed to be working.
As long as she acted like this was normal, no one would look at her twice. Revealing clothes were nothing special, after all. Some people wore them and some didn’t. And on a warm day like this, it would be even more fitting. No one would ever imagine that it was a fetish for one or even both of the girls. Much more likely that they would assume she was a gyaru. Silver was close enough to platinum blonde, right?
No one would look twice at Sodachi, right? Or was that worse? To dress up in such a flashy and embarrassing way, just for no one to care?
Well, some people did care. Sodachi caught the occasional stare at her. But they might have been looking at her stumbling over her heels, rather than her outfit.
By the time they reached the park, she was doing less of that, at least. She was picking up quickly. She had to, or else she would go tumbling and take Sakiko down with her, but she was doing better than she expected.
Did Sakiko mean for Sodachi to be a piece of eye candy? Dressing her up like this, forcing her to hang off her arm… Was that Sakiko’s goal? Or did Sakiko just like embarrassing Sodachi?
Well, yes, that much was obvious. Sodachi didn’t need this latest outing to know that.
The park had a small pond at the center of it. That made an easy landmark to do a lap around. Once they were done, they started walking back. Sodachi would have liked to think that, by now, she was getting better at walking in those heels, but no, she was stumbling just as much as before. She was growing to like the height it gave her over Sakiko, at least. If she wasn’t going to have any real power over the other girl, she could at least have this.
All in all, it was an hour and change that they were gone. Sodachi’s feet were sore and she was more than a little embarrassed— but she also felt a bit thrilled by the whole experience. Dressing so scantily like that hadn’t been bad at all. She wouldn’t dress like that on her own again, but if Sakiko were to make her…
And maybe she could start working heels into her wardrobe more.
It was an educational experience, really. Sodachi doubted that Sakiko got quite the same thing out of it.
It was the season of orange, yellow, and brown. The trees that still had leaves cast a panoply of colors into the world around them. The air was getting golder. In return, people were wearing warmer clothes. Skirts were getting longer. Jackets were more common. Everyone had layers on.
So Sodachi wouldn’t have been at all out of place in a crowd. She was dressed normally enough, not exactly trendy but not outdated. Normal clothes, but ones that looked nice.
The clothes, however, weren’t what she was worrying about. She was worrying about what was underneath.
As she and Sakiko sat down at a table by the window, Sodachi took stock of everyone around her. Not just people in the cafe, but people outside as well. A million eyeballs on her. It was like all of them could see past her clothes.
A waitress took their orders. Sodachi managed to get through it with only minimal stammering. A normal kind of stammering. Sodachi was sure that the waitress had to deal with awkward customers all the time. From her expression and how quickly she moved on, Sodachi could only assume that she didn’t know anything about what was going on between Sodachi and Sakiko.
While the two looked like two normal girls on a date together, perhaps school friends planning to study, there was more to it. There was what lay underneath.
All across Sodachi’s body was a web of ropes. They were tied in such a way that they didn’t interfere with her movement, but they squeezed against her skin, causing just the smallest amount of pain and irritation.
Causing quite a lot of excitement, too.
Buried under several layers of clothes, no one could see the ropes. Sodachi was dressed fairly conservatively, too, with a long dress that went down to her calves. But the collar of the dress was loose, which made her scared that it might slip just enough to let someone see. It hadn’t yet, at least as far as Sodachi was aware, but the fear was still there.
The fear was what made it exciting.
And on the other side of the table, Sakiko was enjoying the emotions on Sodachi’s face. She had expected that it would bring out a cute side to Sodachi, but she hadn’t realized just how cute it would be. The other girl couldn’t stop squirming in her seat. The smallest hint of a blush hung on her face.
They made smalltalk. They had any of a number of things to talk about. It was just the normal things they always talked about. But the situation at hand made it more exciting for Sakiko, and she knew that Sodachi would be feeling the same way.
Eventually, the waitress came back with their drinks. The conversation continued as they drank. But after only a few minutes, Sodachi began to wish that she had gotten something other than a coffee. The last thing she needed now was that kind of jittery energy. Not when she was so jittery to begin with.
Sakiko’s plan had been to stick around for a while, but by the time they were done with their drinks, Sodachi was done. She wanted to go home.
Unfortunately, home was still a train ride away. It was mid-afternoon, so it wasn’t busy, but even so, Sodachi couldn’t help but imagine every set of eyes was aimed at her. The ropes felt red hot and it wasn’t just irritation. They might as well have been lightbulbs tied to her skin.
By the time it was their stop, Sodachi was ready to bolt out the door. She grabbed Sakiko by the hand and rushed out and towards the exit. The sooner they were home, the better.
Minutes more and finally they were back in Sakiko’s apartment. Sodachi had to resist the urge to strip on the spot, but now that they were alone, the exhibitionist embarrassment was dying down a little. She managed to make it to the bedroom before removing her clothes. She would have to wait for Sakiko to untie her, but even that much was better. Being naked while tied up was normal.
Finally, the ropes were off. Sodachi’s body was covered in red criss-crossing marks, even redder than usual. But reddest of all was the blush on her face, which was a deep shade of crimson.
Sakiko sat down on the bed next to Sodachi and began to run a hand through her hair. “Was that too much? Did you dislike it?”
Sodachi glanced away. “Well, it was embarrassing, but… I wouldn’t say I disliked it…”
Sakiko smiled. “So, would you be opposed to doing it again?”
Sodachi didn’t answer, but turned back to Sakiko and buried her head in the other girl’s neck. That was enough of an answer for Sakiko.