The Leather Institute

This story was originally published as part of the Tight Jeans Zone Webzine.

Karen - The Leather Institute.

Burrows Research Institute, said the sign. "That's where I'm going" said Karen to herself while driving her New Beatle in the parking lot. She had answered a little ad in the newspaper, who was asking for volounteers for testing a new brand of clothing. She had called, and the lady who answered have asked her only two questions: Do you like to experiment? Do you like to wear very tight clothes. To both questions, she answered yes, and the second one was quite obvious. She have asked if they had a dress code to work there, but the lady only told her to wear tight clothes, they would provide her with the necessary working clothes. Since her tightest pants was denim jeans, she decided to wear them over her leather pants, who, although they were tight, leather is a little stretchy, and so tend to "untight" with time. So she had chose her tightest one, faded blue, and wore a lycra white shirt, and navy blue 4 inches pumps.
She parked the car in the zone reserved for employees, and got out. It wasn't pretty or sensual to watch, but getting out of that small car, wearing jeans that almost forbid you to sit, wasn't very easy, so she more or less pulled herself out of it.
The entrance door was about 50 meters away. The long walk in the awsomely tight jeans aroused her and she was glad to had chosen the 4 inches heels rather than the 5 inches ones she had in mind at first.

Inside, she was welcomed by the secretary at the entrance desk.
"You must be Karen" she said. "Please be seated, Suzy will be right with you".
"Thank you" Karen answered but after looking at the chairs, "I think I'll stay up for a while". The secretary had a understanding smile, looking at Karen's jeans, and went behind a door. She herself was wearing tight clothing, but leather. Karen had only a glimps of it, and seemed to be a very tight dark blue leather jacket and pants. She came back less than a minute later with another woman.

"Wow" she said looking at Karen "Euh... Thank you Linda. Karen I suppose? I'm Suzy, the manager. Come with me".
Suzy too was wearing tight leather, and looked extremely tight. It was all white. A jacket, tight everywhere: waist, chest, and arms, and leather gloves, pants, tight from the waist to the knees, then going straight down to the ankles where a pair of white 2 inches platforms, 4 inches "net" heels shoes were wrapping it up. She could hear the so familiar cracking noise of the leather being stretched as she walked. She entered the large office, which was, not to Karen's surprise, furnished with leather. What strucked her though, is that the desks were quite high, and the chairs too, looking more like bar stools, but with the seat leaning forward.
"Please, take a seat" said Suzy, while taking her place behind her desk. When karen sat on the stool, she immediately knew why they were made that way. Even though she had very tight jeans, she was comfortably seated, and her heeled pumps in the horizontal bar, held her very much in place. "I could be seating for hours in this thing", she thought for herself.

Suzy cleared the desk of a few papers, straightened her pen holder, and leaned forward, resting on her elbows, leather covered hands joined in front of her.
"Well Karen, from what I see, you're the best subject we've had in months. You always wear clothes as tight as this?"
"Thank you. Not all the time, because as you probably know, sometimes mobility is needed. This is my tightest pair of jeans, and I usually wear that for play. I have a few lesser tight pairs for everyday wear."
"And the shoes?"
"These are my everyday shoes. I do not have any with lower heels. A few with 5 inches, and one with 6 inches that I wear, again, only for playtimes".
"Very good" said Suzy "you will like it here. I don't know if you have noticed, but we all wear platform shoes here."
"I did noticed yours, but haven't see Linda's. But that's not a problem for me. I will wear them. I actually own a few pairs myelf."
"Very good. Now, since you're defenitely not new at tight clothing, I'll go straight to the point. Only women works here, and they all wear tight clothing, provided by us. They all have to sit in chairs like yours and mine, which are quite comfy, but by now, you probably have noticed that you always have to push a little with your legs on the horizontal bar to stay in place. The standard soles of ordinary shoes are thin, and after half an hour, your feet will hurt. That's why we wear platform shoes. The sole of the whole shoe is ticker, not flexible, and offers greater comfort for long period of being seated.
So far, we are still at the research stage of the clothes we make and wear, and so, you will not take them home. They are working clothes, and should be wear only at work.
And now, for your job here. You're a tester. You will wear prototype clothing we make, and put them to work in different simulated everyday situations, like walking, climbing stairs, walking uneven terrain, going up from sitting on the floor, etc. The full list will be given to you with each test. All you have to do is fill out the questionnaire after each test. So far is this okay with you?"
"Yeah, sure. Almost a dream come true", said Karen with a large smile.
"Very good. I now must say that we lied a little to you"
Karen lost her smile.
"We said that we were looking for volounteers, and as you know, volounteers are not paid. We did that so that real tight clothes lovers will answer the ad, and I must say that you are one. You will be paid the usual for a tester in our company, which is $50000/year. All you have now to do is sign these usual forms."
Karen had her smile back.
"Lets go see Michelle to have your measurements taken, and we'll make a tour of the facility.Your first test clothes will be ready tomorrow for your first day of work."

The next day, Karen arrived early. She was eager to start. She was sent back to Michelle who presented her her suit: a one piece white jumpsuit with front zipper and attached gloves. It was so tight that Karen needed help just to get it on, not talking about zipping it up.
"Funny" she said "it feel like leather, but yet, doesn't feel like it".
"I understand what you're saying" said Michelle. "That's the research we're doing. We're trying to remove any stretchability of the leather, without loosing any flexibility, so it will stay as tight as when you bought it, instead of stretching and becoming loose with time."
"I see. And so far, you're..."
"Far from it. We managed to remove the stretching, but the garment lost it's flexibility or it's durability... There, you're set. Time to go see Gina at the lab."
Karen walked the small distance between the two offices, making small steps, and trying to get used to the jumpsuit. It was restrictive. She could barely lift her arms, not mentionning bending the waist, or sitting. She was greet by Gina at the lab.
"Hello Karen, how are you. You've seen the test track yesterday with Suzy, right?"
Karen noded. She remembered it. There was a straight path on the floor, about 8 meters long, then a threadmill, followed by a staircase, with one straight staircase going up, with about 25 steps, and from the top, one going down, circling around a central post. Following that was the uneven terrain experiment, where big block of wood and concrete were laying on the floor, in a rumble manner, for about 5 meters, and the loop was closed with a short walk to the straight path.
"Good. The straight path, as you can see, contains a dozen objects. You will have to pick them up and put them in the basket, to your right. The way you do it is your choice. You'll just have to describe how it worked in your report. Then you'll ride the threadmill for .2Km, then the stairs and the uneven path once, then fill your report. Then you start again, trying to use different ways to make each steps. Once you've done, we'll go to the weather chamber, and see what the leather do in hot, cold and wet weathers. Any questions?"
"Not so far" said Karen.
"Very good then. You can start when you're ready."
Karen had a look at the test track. "This will be fun" she said to herself, smiling.

The End

The character of Karen, the setup and content of this story are fictionnal. If you happen to know a woman like that, hurry and tell me. I'd love to meet her!
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