Free The Berkeley Method by J. S. Taylor Page B

top, as though representing where a normal bra would end, but only serve to highlight the absence of material at the top of the cups.
    The accompanying panties are a black G-string satin with more panels of eyelash lace, and wide black ribbons which tie at the sides. The set is beautiful, decadent and shocking all at once.
    I move my attention to the next set of black underwear.
    The bra looks revealing, but more ordinary and is made out of sheer black material. The accompanying panties are made of satin but have a heart-shaped viewing panel of sheer fabric at the rear.
    I pick them up, realising my entire behind would be showcased in the heart-shaped rear of these panties. Overall they’re kind of fun. I like the frivolity of the heart-shape. This set I wouldn’t mind wearing at all, I decide.
    The third set is a lovely soft pink, made from the most delicate handmade vintage lace. A pink ribbon forms the bottom of the tiny bra cups, and tiny Swarovski crystals are stitched throughout the lace.
    Oh. I love it!
    The panties are similarly delicate and beautiful. At the back they offer not much coverage at all, being made almost solely of thin straps of pink ribbon.
    Hmmmm . I’m detecting a theme here. Mr. Berkeley has a thing about rear ends.
    There are still a few items left in the underwear drawer. I pull out a boned waspie in purple and black satin, finished with strings of diamante and pearl. It reminds me of something a burlesque performer might wear.
    There are also two suspender belts – one lacy and revealing, and the other a barely-there strip of perfectly cut satin.
    Silk and fishnet stockings finish the collection.
    I stare back at the lingerie on the bed, and then, on a whim, scoop up the first, most revealing set.
    I slip out of my denim skirt and cream camisole top and remove my underwear.
    Then I slide into the silken panties, tying the ribbons at the side where I think they should finish. Next I slip my arms through the satin straps of the half-cup bra and secure the fastening.
    Everything about this underwear feels decadent and shocking. The quality of the cut and finish makes it like a satin skin on my body. The shape of the fit sets my shoulder back, pushing my breasts firmly forward.
    There’s a full length mirror in the room, and I turn to survey myself in the underwear. I’ve never minded how I look in bra and panties. I have an old-fashioned kind of shape – more fifties pin-up than fashion model – and my slender curves sit nicely in matching sets.
    Nevertheless, I stifle a little gasp of shock to see my reflection. There is no denying this is the sexiest I have ever looked. My naked nipples jut forward provocatively from the black cups, and the G-string panties frame my naked buttocks suggestively.
    I stare at the image, trying to mesh my super sexy reflection with the Issy that I know. Could she be this scandalous woman?
    I find myself standing a little straighter to match the brazen underwear.
    In the mirror, my long dark hair looks more sultry than usual, and my grey eyes seem darker, more knowing. Even my pale pink lips seem to have flushed a deeper shade.
    I imagine myself dressed in this wanton attire and holding the feathery tickling rod I found in the top drawer a moment ago. A little smile comes to my mouth.
    Maybe James Berkeley should be careful how he dresses me. He might just get a taste of his own medicine.
    I slip out of the underwear, feeling a little regretful to return to my ordinary persona.
    The bra and panties I had been wearing were one of my favourite sets. But they look rather plain in contrast to the decadent lingerie I’ve just taken off. I put them back on and regard normal Issy in the mirror for a moment. Then I carefully return the lovely underwear to the second drawer.
    There’s still a third drawer left, and I tug it open, uncertain of what I might find.
    As the contents are revealed, I sit heavily back on the bed, caught between a variety of emotions. After a