MayMetMo 2020 #14: Skirt of Uptight

The skirt was prim, proper, with the elegance devoted to the station of the wearer.   Pencil shaped, but not overly tight with no slit or opening that would allow undo motion nor reveal any part of the legs of the wearer.   Sliding it on and zipping it up the back, the zipper itself would be hidden under a line of fabric that itself, was invisible.  Plain in color as well as the material it did nothing to attract the eye except to say this person was dressed for this occasion.  It was designed for control, but overtly so, and made slightly uncomfortable to agitate the wearer, and keep their mind sharp and focused on the matter in front of them.   But as the day went on the tension mounted, and the glasses pushed to the brim of the nose it became a battle of wills to remain steadfast in anxiety, pressed to a point of near-boiling while the thrill and wonder remained just out of sight.  Sooner or later, the dam would burst the wearer of the uptight skirt would come pouring out.