It was by pure accident that Ellen happened to be wearing a thick, fuzzy
white angora turtleneck on a day as hot as this one.

It didn't start out that way. Damn spring days, she thought. You wake up in
your freezing apartment, you're getting ready for another long day of work
at the bank, and you haven't have a date in years or even a proposition,
despite your good looks and excellent body so you don't mind covering up in
a warm, friendly wrap like this.

That is, until the temperature takes a mysterious jump into the seventies.
Then it gets a bit cumbersome.

At least, that's what Ellen was thinking by lunch. By the end of the day,
her attitude changed completely.

It started at lunch break. As she walked to the corner store to get some
fruit and yogurt, she noticed all the men staring at her. This was new, she
mused. Why all of a sudden am I the center of attraction? She went in the
store, made her selections, and went to the cashier. It was a young blond
man in his early twenties, making due on a part time job to support himself
through college.

"That's $2.76" he said, and began staring at Ellen.

"Is there something wrong?" Ellen finally asked, sensing she might be in
some kind of peril.

"Well, not really," the boy said, "I'm just...it's..I..."

"What?"

"Aren't you hot in that?" he blurted out almost sheepishly.

"Actually, I..." Ellen paused. She WAS hot, but before she admitted that to
this admiring young stud, she realized that was the item drawing all the
attention! For here, on one of the first really warm days of the year when
everyone else was peeling off layers and blending right in with the crowd,
she was standing out for her miscalculation!

"You know, not really!" She lied, watching the amazed and almost worshiping
look form all over this boy's face.

"What's you're name?" he asked.

"Ellen," she offered quickly, "and you?"

"Jason", he said, "hey...I'm working here again tomorrow...are you coming
back?"

"We'll see," Ellen toyed with him, happy to have the opportunity to do so.

For the rest of the day, people kept approaching Ellen about her sweater.
By now, everyone who made the same fashion error she did had peeled off
their jackets and sweaters and were lugging them around by their sides or
over their waists. For her part, Ellen loved all the attention, despite the
fact it was coming from a big mistake.

"Fifteen minutes!" Ellen's boss Ursula called out. That meant get
everything wrapped up, the electronic systems that ran the bank were about
to be shut down.

"Whew! Thank God!" Ellen said, wiping the beads of sweat from her brow.

The girl working next to Ellen, a hauntingly beautiful ashen blond with big
round blue eyes named Sandy, looked over and said,"I don't know how you did
it!"

"What?" Ellen asked, truely puzzled.

"How did you wear that all day?"  Sandy said, pointing to her white angora
turtleneck.

"I don't know," Ellen said with a smile, "but it seemed to get easier as
the day went on!"

"I noticed," Sandy snickered, "How many phone numbers did you get?"

"I think six..no wait...seven. That last one slipped it on his bank note!"
Ellen giggled, tugging on her collar.

Sandy didn't respond. Ellen could sense that Sandy was getting a little
jealous of all the attention she was getting. Sandy was used to getting all
the phone numbers and whistles. Now, for one day, Ellen stole some of her
thunder! And to think, she did it with a clothing device one would THINK
would make you less desirable!

At any rate, Ellen went home very happy. She thought about what she could
do to match this performance tomorrow! Speeding home, she ran upstairs to
her apartment, threw open the door, and ripped off her clothes. Damn she
was burning up!  Waves of sweat were pouring down her back to her legs. She
ran to the bathroom and took a cold shower. Ahhh...better. Without using a
towel, she walked through her apartment and allowed herself to air dry. The
nakedness felt good after a full day of tortuious restraint underneath that
flaming turtleneck, but...

Then again...

She stared at the discarded turtleneck in the corner of the room. Sure, it
was difficult...no, downright painful at times to wear today, but it did
give her a moment in the spotlight, one she hadn't enjoyed for along time.

The more she thought about the garment, the more she realized she didn't
mind it's constrictive elements. She was always of aware of and quite
fascinated by the elements of BDSM, even though she never actually tried
any. Hell, she never had the opportunity! But the way that collar felt
around her neck...Wasn't that like having a leash?

"I will wear another one tomrrow," she told herself out loud, "and then
we'll see if today was just a fluke!"

The next morning, Ellen dug through the closet and found a simple beige
cable knit turtleneck. She loved to wear this in the middle of winter, but
she was on to something exciting here. Pairing it up with a pair of khaki
dress pants, she headed off to work.

Her excitement turned to shock when she found Sandy wearing a heavy ribbed
maroon turtleneck...underneath a black blazer!

"Just want to see if this works for me!" Sandy smiled, pulling the sleeves
from her turtleneck out beyond the cuffs of her blazer until they extended
about a half an inch past her wrist, "I see you're giving it another try
too!"

"Well, I.." Ellen stammered, still shocked over Sandy's blatant and
unaplogetic copycat scheme!

"Actually," Sandy said, staring Ellen up and down, "I've always admired
that sweater."

"Thank you!" Ellen found herself saying though a fog of surprise and
admiration. Sandy looked good. DAMN good. That maroon turtleneck was tight
around Sandy's neck and pulled up very high against her chin even though it
was cuffed down and over. The rich darkness of the color augmented the
classic paleness of Sandy's complexion, and with her big round eyes and
long tresses neatly pulled up and coifed behind her head, she resembled
something out a museum painting.

They both worked the rest of the day in relative silence. Both got plenty
of attention for their clothing, but rather than reveling in that feat,
they found each other to be more fascinating. Ellen couldn't believe that
turning to stare at Sandy was becoming as important as all the other
attention. Stranger yet was the fact that almost every time she stole a
glimpse of Sandy, she noticed Sandy was doing the same!

That night, staring at her naked frame in the bathroom wall mirror, Ellen
wondered what was happening to her. She had about sixteen new numbers, but
wasn't calling any of them. Instead, she was spending all day watching her
co-worker emulate her newfound joy in turtleneck/sweater wear.

And now, as she began towling off from another freezing cold shower, she
was already trying to decide what to to wear tomorrow. It wasn't getting
any cooler, so this wasn't going to get any easier.

But Ellen was becoming aware of two things. First, she was truely beginning
to enjoy wearing turtleneck sweaters exclusively. The stronghold of fabric
around her neck and cuffs gave her a tactile sensation that reminded her so
much of a bondage situation she could almost imagine being led into work on
a leash!

Secondly, she was admitting that she enjoyed SEEING turtlenecks on others.
Problem was, the only one wearing them now was...Sandy. Was that wrong? She
was doubting it.

Nevertheless, she would have to outdo Sandy. Or was that...impress? What
did it matter? She was starting to have fun for a change! The next day,
Ellen set out to match Sandy's resolve by wearing a light blue double knit
turtleneck underneath a white blazer and a flowing blue skirt. Class!
Elegance! And what chaste-like resolve!

Sandy anticipated Ellen's response to her previous effort, however, and
came through the door minutes later wearing a white cotton turtleneck, an
off white cable knit crew neck, and a dark brown tweed jacket and skirt!

Ellen was filled with no emotions of jealousy now whatsoever. It was clear
what was going on. They weren't trying to out do each other anymore. They
were out to IMPRESS each other!

Their eyes met. It was clear they understood this and were impressed with
each other's choice of clothing. But nothing was said and they went about
their work that day, flashing continuous glances at each other and
wondering how they could top their feats tomorrow!

The next day was Friday. Not just the last day of the week, but a LONG day.
The forcast called for sunny skies and temperatures that threatened to
touch on the eighties. How long could this possibly go ON, Ellen thought.
And if it does, how long before...before...

...something else happens?

She doubted it would. She was far too shy and inhibited by nature to make
any kind of move. Maybe Sandy...but what if she was wrong? What if Sandy
wasn't interested? What if she WAS?
 

That day, Ellen showed up early. She wore a simple olive green turtleneck
underneath a  gray, furry angora crewneck. Topping it all off was a deep
green woolen blazer and matching skirt. If she was going to express her
fetish, she wanted to do it well for her Sandy who would most assuredly do
and expect the same!

Sandy arrived minutes later. Ellen looked up from her cubicle. She felt the
tingle of excitement rush over her as she examined Sandy's magnificence!

Sandy chose a simple beige turtleneck for starters, pulled up so far it
reached over her chin. Her SECOND turtleneck was a thick woolen purple
skiing sweater that reached down to her thighs.  Her THIRD turtleneck
needed to be buttoned in order to be worn as one, but instead, Sandy chose
to leave it unbottoned and pulled the oversized white collar and cuffs over
her FOURTH layer, a dark tan jacket with matching skirt.

The day was so long for the two of them. All day they stared at each other
for minutes and at times it seemed they would burst! Finally, six o'colck
came and it was time to go. Panic set in for Ellen. If she didn't say or do
something now...

"Sandy! Ellen!" Ursula cried out over the intercom, "Could you two make
sure the back entrances are locked before you leave?"

"Yes!" Ellen said, and they went back to perform the routine task. Would it
happen here, she wondered? Would she get to tell Sandy she's been thinking
about rolling around in the backroom with her all day in those magnificent
furry soft layers of clothing? How she noticed Sandy pulling and tugging
coyly at her collars, pulling them up to her nose and beyond? How she
marveled at the way she remained so cloistered despite the ever increasing
heat? How even her fingers sticking out from underneath her sleeves  made
her all wet and gushy? Could she say it?

Before she could find the answer, they were done with the task and heading
back to the main lobby. She blew it again, Ellen thought, her shoulders
slumping. How could she ever...

That's when they noticed everyone else was gone, the front dorrs were
locked, the blinds and shades were pulled, and all the lights were off. In
fact, all the electricity was off...including the air conditioning!

"What the.."Ellen stammered.

Then Ursula appeared in front of them. She was wearing a  black skin-tight
turtleneck and black shorts. "I've been watching you two all week," she
said with a smile, "I must say I couldn't wait to get home every night to
release myself! Then I spent all night awake wondering how you were going
to show up the next day!"

Ellen looked over at Sandy. She just stood their with her head bowed and
hands clasped in front of her.

"I think it's pretty selfish of the two of you to have your little fetish
game and not include your BOSS!" Ursula yelled at them with a smile on her
face, "That's why I think we're going to have to punish the both of you!"

For some reason, neither girl was afraid. for Ellen, this indeed was the
opportunity she was waiting for all her life. In Sandy's eyes, Ellen saw
only recognition and resolve!

Ursula led them to the center of the bank where a pole appoximately a foot
in diameter rose to the ceiling. She instructed the girls to stand on
opposite sides of the pole and hold it with their arms. they obeyed
silently and within seconds, found themselves roped to the pole AND each
other!

"Very good, my ladies," Ursula said grinning, "Now, I want you both to lean
forward and bend over as far as you can. DO IT!!!"

Ellen and Sandy didn't miss a beat and were leaning so far against the pole
to extend their asses out their faces touched and met each other's
turtlenecks. Both smiled with pleasure.

Ursula then yanked their skirts down around their ankles and then repeated
the violent sweeping motion with their panties. "I can see you girls have
been very happy with each other today!" she said, wiping the sticky residue
of pleasure from her hands on their legs and bared asses.

"What are you to do with us?" ellen asked.

"Don't worry," Ursula said calmly, "You will only receive what you deserve."

And with that, Ursula began to flog Sandy on the ass with an 18 inch
leather riding crop with a metal stud on the flagellum. With the first
blow, Sandy's head snapped back, undoing her hair. After three more lashes,
her long tresses were sticking in ribbons down either side of her face with
the sweat from the beating and the clothing.

Ellen's torture was to watch this. She was helpless as the girl she had
become so enamoured with during this past week was being visciously
flogged! Ursula was slow and methodical with her approach, tickling between
Sandy's legs with the crop then crashing down on her ass with it seconds
later. Sandy's head would snap back each time, and moan of pain and
pleasure escaped her lips.

Ellen noticed Ursula touching herself as she went about her job. After
twenty lashes, Ursula had removed her shorts and was rubbing herself
between lashes as much as Sandy!

All Ellen could do was count the number of SWOOSHES and TWACKS and
AAAAWWOOOHHS. Then she wondered if they would ever stop! Ellen was wet with
excitement herself, torn between wishing Ursula would stop so Sandy may be
spared further punishment, and hoping it would continue so she could enjoy
further pleasure!

Finally, after 100 lashes that took over an hour to administer, Ursula
stopped, dressed, and said, "Sorry to tickle and run, but I've got several
other naughty girls to meet this weekend. But don't worry. I'll be here
bright and early tomorrow morning before we open!

"What are we to do until then?" Ellen asked, looking over at her friend now
slumped against the post in front of her.

"Why...I shouldn't think I'D have to tell you that, lover!" Ursula winked,
then left them alone.

Ellen looked over at Sandy. Her long hair covered her slumped shape like a
veil. The intensity of the moment and the lack of ventilation elicited
streams of sweat from them both. Then there was the matter of the pain
Sandy must be in. Ellen felt a wave of sympathy pore out and reached over
and touched Sandy's throbbing thigh.

Sandy looked up through a mask of sweat and was smiling. Ellen smiled back.
This was going to be a wonderful night!!