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These are from a Yo Gabba Gabba Themed Rave that Tight Crew put on at New World Laser Tag in Middletown, Ct on November 24th, 2009.
Elegance and Restraint in Hyde Park
Morning: The Reluctant Transformation
The first light of dawn slipped through the curtains, painting soft streaks of gold across the bedroom. Clara lay curled under the sheets, her body still warm from sleep, reluctant to face the day ahead. She knew what was waiting for her—the carefully chosen outfit, the structured elegance, the rigid formality of her clothes.
A part of her wanted to stay in bed, wrapped in comfort, free from the burden of tight collars and restrictive fabrics. But Freddy had made plans. He wanted to take her to Hyde Park for a walk and—more importantly—he wanted to see her in one of his favorite outfits.
"Come on, Clara," his voice was warm yet teasing as he sat beside her on the bed. He ran a hand through her silky dark hair. "I laid your outfit out for you. You're going to look amazing."
She groaned softly, burying her face in the pillow. "Do I have to?" she mumbled.
"You know you do," he chuckled. "You always end up loving it."
She peeked at him from under the covers, her sleepy brown eyes narrowing. "Loving it? You mean suffering through it."
Freddy grinned, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Suffering beautifully," he corrected.
Clara sighed but knew she wouldn’t win. Part of her did enjoy it—though she’d never fully admit it. There was a thrill in dressing so elegantly, knowing how much Freddy admired her in these kinds of outfits. But that didn’t mean she didn’t resent the discomfort that came with it.
Reluctantly, she threw back the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet touching the cold floor. She stretched, then padded into the bathroom for a long, hot shower.
As the warm water cascaded down her body, she tried to savor the fleeting freedom of being unencumbered. Soon, she would be wrapped in layers of elegance—tight fabric, stiff collars, smooth nylons, fitted gloves. She sighed and reached for her razor, shaving her legs with slow, deliberate strokes. It was all part of the preparation. Her underarms came next, the blade gliding smoothly over damp skin.
Once she was dried off, she sat at her vanity, staring at the neatly arranged items before her. Freddy had, of course, placed everything in order—her crisp white blouse, her fitted skirt, the structured blazer, her nylons, heels, and finally, the most symbolic piece—her black leather gloves.
She hesitated, running a finger along the blouse’s high collar. "Do I really have to button it all the way?" she called out to Freddy, who was waiting in the other room.
"Of course," he replied smoothly. "It wouldn’t be the same otherwise."
She rolled her eyes but smiled faintly. He was impossible.
Slipping on the sheer, nude-colored nylons first, she felt the delicate fabric stretch tightly over her legs, smoothing over her skin like a second layer. She ran her hands over them, ensuring there were no creases. Next, she stepped into the fitted pencil skirt, pulling it up over her hips. The waistband was firm, cinching her waist, limiting her movement just enough to remind her of its presence.
Then came the blouse. She slipped her arms into the sleeves, the crisp cotton cool against her skin. One by one, she fastened the buttons, feeling the fabric tighten around her torso. As expected, the high collar was the worst part. She buttoned it up to the very top, the stiff material closing around her throat like a delicate but inescapable restraint. She ran her fingers over it, exhaling softly.
Finally, she donned the matching blazer, its structured fit adding another layer of constraint. The snug sleeves hugged her arms as she pulled them into place. Then, with a final glance at her reflection, she reached for the black leather gloves. They slid on smoothly, their cool embrace encasing her hands, completing the look.
Freddy appeared in the doorway, his eyes gleaming with admiration. "Now that's perfection," he murmured.
Clara arched an eyebrow. "Perfection with a price," she said dryly, adjusting the tight collar around her neck.
Freddy only smirked. "And yet, you wouldn’t have it any other way."
She sighed but didn’t argue.
Hyde Park: Elegance on Display
The late afternoon sun bathed Hyde Park in golden hues as Clara sat elegantly on a stone ledge. Around her, Londoners strolled along the tree-lined paths, their laughter and chatter filling the crisp autumn air. But Clara was only half-aware of her surroundings.
She was too conscious of her outfit, of the way every piece of clothing still held her firmly in its grasp. The nylons clung to her legs, the skirt’s tight fabric kept her movements limited, and her collar—oh, her collar—was an ever-present reminder of her refined discipline.
Freddy stood before her, camera in hand, adjusting the settings. He had insisted on taking photos of her like this.
"Give me a perfect pose," he said, his voice warm but commanding.
Clara crossed her legs at the knee, adjusting herself with practiced grace. Her gloved hands rested lightly on the stone, her back straight, her chin slightly lifted.
Freddy’s eyes darkened with admiration. She was exquisite.
Through the lens, he took in every detail—the sharp elegance of her suit, the glossy sheen of her gloves, the perfect curve of her legs in nylons, the poised tension of her body in its structured attire. But what fascinated him most was her expression.
Beneath the cool, polished surface, there was something more—a mixture of pleasure and restraint. He knew she found the outfit uncomfortable, but he also knew she found a strange, undeniable satisfaction in it.
"You look incredible," he murmured.
Clara tilted her head slightly, smirking. "I know."
Freddy chuckled, lowering the camera for a moment. "You like this more than you let on."
She exhaled, adjusting the tight collar once again. "Maybe," she admitted, her voice low.
Freddy stepped closer, his fingers grazing her gloved hand. "One more shot," he whispered.
Clara straightened again, allowing him to frame her perfectly—the backdrop of Hyde Park, the golden sunlight catching the edges of her polished outfit, the quiet intensity in her eyes.
As the camera clicked, she felt it—the thrill, the admiration, the power of being seen in this way.
Yes, it was restrictive. Yes, it was uncomfortable. But at this moment, it was perfect.
And maybe, just maybe, Freddy was right.
She wouldn’t have it any other way.
A Day of Elegance and Indulgence
From Hyde Park to Harrods: A New Indulgence
The afternoon sun hung lower in the sky as Clara and Freddy strolled through Hyde Park, the crisp air tinged with the scent of autumn leaves. Clara walked with deliberate grace, every movement measured by the tightness of her skirt, the subtle restriction of her blouse, the ever-present embrace of her gloves.
Freddy, walking beside her, admired the sight. Clara was a vision of refined sophistication, the very picture of poised beauty. And yet, despite her composed exterior, he could see the little signs of strain—the way she subtly adjusted her high collar, how she occasionally flexed her gloved fingers as if to counteract their confinement. He loved those little details.
As they exited the park, Freddy turned to her.
"I think it’s time for a little shopping," he said with a playful smile.
Clara arched an eyebrow. "Shopping? And where exactly do you have in mind?"
"Harrods, of course," he said smoothly.
Clara sighed, though a small smile tugged at her lips. "You just love spending money on me, don’t you?"
Freddy chuckled. "Guilty. But only because I know you secretly love it."
Clara said nothing, but he caught the way her gloved fingers curled slightly in anticipation.
Inside Harrods: The Allure of High-Heeled Boots
Harrods was a temple of indulgence, a place where luxury draped itself over every surface. The soft hum of refined chatter, the gleam of polished marble, the warm glow of golden lighting—it was a world Clara knew well, yet it still held a certain thrill.
Freddy led her towards the shoe department, his intentions already clear.
She shot him a knowing look. "You planned this, didn’t you?"
"Perhaps," he admitted. "I think you need a new pair of boots."
Clara hesitated for a moment. She loved elegant footwear, but she also knew what Freddy had in mind—tall, high-heeled boots, the kind that accentuated every step, that demanded a certain posture, that made walking a careful, deliberate act.
Still, a part of her thrilled at the idea.
They were soon greeted by a sharply dressed sales associate, who immediately took in Clara’s impeccable attire and Freddy’s self-assured presence.
"How may I assist you today?" the woman asked smoothly.
"We’re looking for elegant high-heeled boots," Freddy said. "Something that suits her style—polished, refined, but with a little edge."
Clara crossed her arms, her leather gloves creaking softly. "I assume I don’t get a say in this?"
Freddy smirked. "You’ll love what I choose."
The saleswoman nodded, quickly returning with several pairs. The first was a pair of black leather knee-high boots, sleek and sophisticated, with a sharp stiletto heel.
Clara eyed them, then glanced at Freddy. "Predictable choice," she murmured, but there was intrigue in her tone.
"Try them on," he encouraged.
She sighed, removing her heels and slipping her stockinged feet into the boots. The leather hugged her legs perfectly, molding to her shape as she zipped them up. She stood carefully, the added height of the heels shifting her posture, forcing her to straighten even more.
She took a step, feeling the firmness of the leather, the way the heels tilted her weight forward, making each movement more deliberate, more poised.
Freddy watched intently. "They’re perfect," he murmured.
Clara turned, watching herself in the mirror. The boots did look stunning—elegant, powerful, and utterly refined. She smirked, glancing at Freddy.
"Fine," she conceded. "You win."
Freddy grinned. "We’ll take them."
Dinner at the Restaurant: The Slow Burn of Restriction
The restaurant was a quiet, dimly lit establishment, filled with the soft clinking of silverware and murmured conversations. Clara sat across from Freddy, her new boots still hugging her legs, adding an extra element of restraint to her already structured attire.
Her skirt remained tight, limiting her movements, her high collar still snug, the gloves still encasing her hands. Everything about her outfit maintained its presence, a constant reminder of her refined elegance.
Freddy watched her over his glass of wine, enjoying the way she adjusted herself, the way she shifted subtly in her seat, aware of the restrictions.
"How are the boots?" he asked casually.
Clara exhaled. "Comfortable isn’t the word I’d use."
Freddy smirked. "But you love them."
Clara took a slow sip of wine, holding his gaze. "Maybe."
Dinner passed in slow indulgence—rich dishes, fine wine, subtle flirtations exchanged in glances and smirks. Freddy adored the way Clara carried herself, the way she maintained her poise despite the evident restraint.
But Clara was thinking ahead—to when they would finally return home, to the moment she could slowly begin peeling away the layers of her polished composure.
Home: The Pleasure of Release
The door clicked shut behind them, and Clara exhaled deeply.
Freddy leaned against the wall, watching her with anticipation.
Clara smirked. "You enjoyed this, didn’t you?"
"Of course," he said easily. "But you did too."
She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she reached up, unfastening the buttons of her blazer, slowly shrugging it off her shoulders. The moment her arms were free, she flexed her hands in the gloves, savoring the feeling.
Next came the boots. She unzipped them one at a time, stepping out carefully, feeling the cool air against her nylons. She sighed in quiet relief.
Freddy watched, fascinated. There was something sensual about the way she undressed—not rushed, not hurried, but deliberate, savoring each moment.
Her tight skirt followed, leaving only her stockings and crisp blouse. She reached for her collar, running her fingers along the stiff fabric before finally unbuttoning it, loosening the constraint that had held her throat all day.
She exhaled, tilting her head back, relishing the newfound freedom.
Freddy stepped closer, his voice low. "You’re enjoying this."
Clara met his gaze, a slow smile curving her lips. "Maybe," she admitted.
He smirked. "Would you do it all again tomorrow?"
Clara paused, then let her gloves slide off her hands, one finger at a time.
She leaned in, whispering against his lips. "We’ll see."
And with that, she left him standing there, utterly entranced, as she disappeared into the bedroom.
The End.
37566, LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA - Wednesday February 10, 2010. **EXCLUSIVE** Nick (left) and Joe (right) Jonas share a laugh after getting ice cream together in LA. Joe walked Nick to his truck and gave him a brotherly hug before departing. Joe Jonas, looking fashionable in his two-tone jacket and thick frame glasses, is seen wearing Nike high top sneakers. Nick, on the other hand, kept it more casual in an open button up shirt and shoulder bag worn with dark denim pants and black boots. Photograph: Anthony, PacificCoastNews.com**FEE MUST BE AGREED PRIOR TO USAGE** **E-TABLET/IPAD & MOBILE PHONE APP PUBLISHING REQUIRES ADDITIONAL FEES** UK OFFICE:+44 131 557 7760/7761 US OFFICE:1 310 261 9676
Flattering and classic, this Vera Ellen Top in Black will have your face framed in elegance. Fluffy ruffles around the tank straps flirt with your collar bone. A straight band across the bust with gatherings underneath provide a nicely framed look. Blouse unbuttons down the front and has smocking in the back to ensure a snug fit. Size small is 20" down the center of the back. Straps are about 14" long. 95% Nylon, 5% Spandex. Hand wash cold. Imported.
Essential Basics: White Button-Up Shirt & Cardigan
Basic pieces are the foundation of every great wardrobe. I live it. My dolls live it.
The model is my newest addition and muse: She Has Everything Erin.
manila-based fashion blogger, sarah tirona does an easy street style look wearing a button up mini skirt from stradivarius
i love my new heavy gray winter coat from hairy mary's. it has an attached scarf that snaps in the position shown.
also, i need to cut my hair.
taken by holly!
37566, LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA - Wednesday February 10, 2010. **EXCLUSIVE** Nick (left) and Joe (right) Jonas share a laugh after getting ice cream together in LA. Joe walked Nick to his truck and gave him a brotherly hug before departing. Joe Jonas, looking fashionable in his two-tone jacket and thick frame glasses, is seen wearing Nike high top sneakers. Nick, on the other hand, kept it more casual in an open button up shirt and shoulder bag worn with dark denim pants and black boots. Photograph: Anthony, PacificCoastNews.com**FEE MUST BE AGREED PRIOR TO USAGE** **E-TABLET/IPAD & MOBILE PHONE APP PUBLISHING REQUIRES ADDITIONAL FEES** UK OFFICE:+44 131 557 7760/7761 US OFFICE:1 310 261 9676
I hit the [Prt Sc]-button to capture this image off my screen (hence the capture date), then started playing with it, using a channels select on the highlights to do selected curves, and then decided to do something creative on the coat. I ran it through the Photoshop water color texture filter to give it that duffle look.
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Your dude will look dashing in these duds- Vintage purpledesign on white button up collared shirt! Whether he is all business, or all hippie, this shirt can bridge the gap!
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