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I walked by the small shop weekly returning from class.
My eyes were always drawn to the windows, filled with delicate lace, satin, cotton and silk lingerie. Exotic looking women would frequent the shop. Men would walk by, looking out of the corner of their eyes, a guilty almost furtive glance. As if they were doing something bad or evil.
The women would walk in confident, assured. All the things I felt I wasn't.
Teaching aerobics at 'For Women Only' twice a week helped my credit balance while I finished collage. Female executives, pampered wives, anyone who could afford the exclusive membership rates and wanted the privacy afforded by the no-males rule were welcome.
The neighborhood was one I dreamed of someday being able to afford. For now I settled for window shopping as I walked the several blocks to my bus stop.
As the cold fall wind ripped across my face, my hair felt as brittle as ice, still wet from my shower. I slowed as I passed, my eyes drawn to a lavender and black teddy next to a Lycra and Motif chemise on the display figures. I only wore practical cotton, but a woman can dream.
Then I noticed an antique Russian Samovar, with steam rising, I stopped to look in. China tea sets were set out on a small table with several comfortable looking chairs. I read a sign -Please accept a Hot Tea.
Another cold breeze slid down my back, chilling me. Before I realized what I was doing I stepped into the shop. A small alcove with a stained glass door closed off the entrance from the outside world. Pushing open the inner door to a soft chime, I was struck by the warmth and the subtle scents that pulled me forward.
The shop was infinitely feminine, sensual. Soft music played, fragrances danced through the air with each breath, fabric enticed me to touch, colors attracted my eyes, the tea promised a warm delicious taste. Temptation, for all five senses, my legs moved forward without conscious thought.
I found my hand caressing a silk chemise, the light played across the wisp of fabric as my fingers tingled.
Perfume bottles in beautiful crystal decanters drew me. I lifted each, enjoying the beautiful design of the glass, some were lead crystal, others fragile winsome shapes. Picking up a diamond shape I saw myself reflected dozens of times. They touched my emotions making me feel like a woman.
Unable to resist I lifted the stopper and inhaled. I could almost see dark candle lite movement just seen through silk, an ancient oriental feeling of damask and silk against my skin.
Lifting another I closed my eyes and sampled the scent, instantly visions of women dancing barefoot to distant drums filled my mind. A dark pulsing primal tempo I could feel my heart try to match the rhythm. Africa I thought.
Replacing the top I lifted another in a dark swirled glass that looked like midnight clouds hiding a full moon. The scent that swirled leaped out to surround me, I could see, sense a woman lying in a bed, the wet scent of sex filed the air, even as her sweat dried. I felt a surge deep within me, as nerves and muscles clenched. I felt like I was in that bed, sated.
I staggered back a step. What was happening to me? I had never felt this way before. I was sexually active as the mood or the man moved me, although I hadn't been with a man in weeks. But this! The scents filled my mind with these intense scenes I had never experienced before, had never even dreamed before. I wanted more.
Replacing that bottle, I lifted another. It was tiny, a spiral of glass, like golden taffy twisted tight to form a unicorn horn. Opening the top my mind filled with the scent of sun, I was lying on a beach, the sun played across my naked body as the soft warm breeze brought the sounds of the Mediterranean sea, I could hear the waves slap rhythmically against distant rocks.
I shook my head, clearing the scene. Each of the bottles had created a vivid scene that I could see, feel, smell, taste, hear, all alive, real. All of them still resided, waiting in my memory, alive as if I had experienced each myself. What magic was this?
A soft chime behind me had me setting down the bottle and spinning, my hands held behind my back. I felt guilty, like I had been caught doing something bad.
A woman watched me from the door, tall, blonde with shoulder length hair, the hint of a smile on full lips accented by bright red lipstick. I was pulled into those eyes, blue, almost a dark violet that showed humor twinkling deep inside.
She was elegant, stunning. A long grey coat hang open to show a charcoal grey suit, clothing I knew from fashion magazines were name designer originals. A silk in her breast pocket perfectly matched the Italian spike heels that looked as soft a butter, but -dangerous. She was beautiful enough to be a runway model or an actress, but something about her eyes looked more, predatory. Clearly she belonged behind a desk, a powerful Corporate CEO who controlled everything she surveyed.
I suddenly felt embarrassed in my jeans, tennis shoes and the old leather bomber jacket I had swiped from my older brother years ago.
Ducking my head I began to slide past her. I stopped at the hand that touched my shoulder.
"Surely you're not going out into that awful weather, at least not without a hot tea first." The soft warm voice carried a touch of accent, like that Supermodel from Eastern Europe. It made me lift my eyes, I felt a jolt as those blue eyes met mine. Warm confidence flowed out to surround me. I felt her eyes examining me, playing across my face, then her lips moved into a deeper smile.
"Come, join me for a bit of warmth." She moved forward to the Samovar pulling me along. She removed her coat in one swift movement to drape it on a coat rack, then turned to me. Her eye brows and shoulders lifted in inquiry.
I unzipped the jacket but then felt her hands slide across the nape of my neck, I shivered even as she gently pulled the jacket off me before hanging it up.
She had me seated and was pouring tea before I had even known she had moved. I looked around, wondering where the employees had gone to.
"What would you like in your tea?"
"Just the tea, thank you." My fingers touched hers as she handed me the tea on the saucer. I shivered as a spark seemed to leap between us, but she seemed not to notice as she turned away to prepare her own cup.
I watched her from behind, the suit paints and jacket on anyone else would look masculine, it was almost a man's suit, but perfect for her.
Sitting with her tea she crossed her legs. Raising the cup she closed her eyes as she inhaled the steam.
Lifting the cup I inhaled. The sound of Russian music seemed to play in the distance as the sharp, yet sweet scent filled me. My eyes closed as I sipped. Warmth filled my mouth with a dark rich flavor and just a hint of cinnamon. I could almost see colorful Gypsy wagons forming a backdrop to the shadows of a roaring campfire as wild violin music played.
I felt myself relax, it was delightful. Taking another sip I opened my eyes. Hers were looking deep into mine. Again I felt ...different. I considered myself smart, self sufficient, confident, yet meeting her eyes I felt like a little girl, no, more like someone entering the principals office. A very sexy confident female principal.
A flash and I was being bent over a desk, my uniform skirt was lifted as she raised a long thick ruler, I felt myself waiting for that first blow, it was exciting it was-I shook my head. Shocked at that vision.
I blinked and again met her eyes. I could read amusement in those eyes. Almost as if she had shared that thought, that vision.
"How is your tea?" The voice seemed to dance around me, surrounding me with warmth.
"It's, um-" I cleared my throat, "-It's very good." I could feel my heart pound, what was wrong with me?
"So." The word come out as a soft 'Z' sound, "Zo?" "What are you shopping for today?" She asked, her voice friendly, inviting.
"Oh, I wasn't really shopping, just, well looking and then I saw that tea and it was so cold that I ..." My voice dropped off, embarrassed, I sounded like an idiot.
"Ah, yes, this shop is so, inviting, warm. I know the owner, and she wants to create a place, a refuge if you will, for women from the outside world." Smiling at me she continued. "A place to enjoy, to be feminine, uniquely our own sex. I think she's succeeded, don't you?" One eyebrow rose in question.
"Yes, that was exactly what I was thinking when I walked in." I agreed.
"Come, let's explore more." Standing she reached to take my tea cup. Then she held out her hand. Long slender fingers, with a French manicure.
I couldn't help myself, I felt bad, my own nails were short, practical and occasionally chewed. Then her hand closed around mine as she drew me up.
Moving around the corner I was shocked at how the shop stretched out, it was obviously using a large portion of the space behind the other shops on the block. Yet it did not carry the sense of a large open space, but a series of intimate areas, of vignettes, each designed around certain displays. They almost matched the visions the scents had created.
A high wooden ceiling with fluted cornices, stained a rich redwood color and muted lighting felt intimate, welcoming. For a moment I was surprised no one else seemed to be in the store, then my eyes were caught by a series of bustier's and corsets. I had always been fascinated by the covers of Romance novels where the women would wear such clothes. They looked both confining and infinitely feminine.
A black vinyl bustier with red lace drew me closer. No, not vinyl, rather real leather, buttery soft, but rigid with stays. I wondered how a woman could breathe, no wonder they always walked so slowly, deep breaths seemed impossible.
"Try it on."
I jumped as the soft purr next to my ear. I had forgotten I wasn't alone in my musings.
"I couldn't." Still my hand caressed the leather.
"It is for trying. For the experience."
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"But-" Once more that hand closed on mine. I was drawn forward into a side room. I stopped. This looked exactly like the dressing room of a fine Victorian Lady. Powders and combs rested on a Chippendale dressing table, the wood old yet perfectly preserved. The chair was more a comfortable padded stool. Three large mirrors game me a view of myself standing undecided while the woman held out the bustier.
"Um, ..."
A clear high laugh filled the room. "You are shy, how enchanting. I shall wait without." She glided out of the room through hanging silk curtains.
Gulping I looked down at what I held. The curtains parted again as she walked up and placed my tea on the desk. With a slight smile she drifted out again.
Lifting the tea I sipped. The room seemed to spin, then refocused, the light seemed more muted, I noticed the flickering of the flame in the gas lamps.
The curtain opened and my maid walked in, stopped and dropped a quick curtsy. Her high buttoned blue and white stripped gown with her white cap and apron were clean and fresh pressed.
I turned waiting for her assistance. Oddly, instead of my dress, strange clothing, pants and a solid colored top were quickly removed. I blinked as an odd device was removed from my chest, I felt normal again at it's removal. Quickly she slid off my ...panties, but-
"Mistress?"
Shaking my head I sat and lifted one leg as she pulled the smooth hose up. The silk slid across my skin leaving a warm feeling of delight. Then I lifted my other leg as the second was added. A garter belt was attached, she knelt to clip it onto the silk.
Then the bustier was held low, I stepped into it, slowly it was raised until it touched and lifted up my breasts. The both nipples caught and then it snapped up over them. I quivered with pleasure that contact had caused. I could feel them lengthen as they became erect.
I felt my maid move around behind me, I took a deep breath, then let it out as she pulled hard, tightening the red strings to begin to chinch it tighter. Over and over, as each breath came more shallow it was tightened. I could feel my insides squeezed even as my breasts were lifted. Then with a final pull which left me slightly light headed it was finished.
I glanced down at my perfect, socially acceptable waist, although both nipples has slipped out. I lifted my tea to sip again, then my eyes rose to the mirrors. I was shaken at how wanton I looked, like a Fleet Street Whore, ready for a night of customers.
Oddly, my bush was shaved, the lack of hair now prominently portrayed made me look innocent, a young girl rather than- blinking I looked up as the red silk curtains parted and the elegant woman entered watching me.
I've had men look at me like that, their eyes playing across my body, slowly moving up and then down my body. But never before with such ...arrogance. I blushed realizing my nipples and sex were exposed to her view.
My inclination to cover myself passed after a few more seconds of that gaze. Instead of embarrassment, I wish that I was wearing high spiked heels to better display myself. Then I noticed what she carried. Six inch spikes exactly the color of the blood red ribbons.
I turned as she knelt next to me to gently touch behind one of my silk covered knees. She lifted my leg, then slid on one of the stiletto's. It fit perfectly. My leg was slowly lowered, her fingers seemed to burn the skin under the silk. It felt like the silk would simply melt under the heat of her touch.
Standing, I lifted my other leg so she could slip on the other heel. I now stood half a foot taller.
She slowly rose, her body just out of contact with mine. Even with my heels I only came up to her chin.
Her hands rose to touch my shoulders, I was turned. "Look at yourself." The voice seemed to whisper through my brain.
My eyes rose to seek my reflection. I- I was a woman. Sexual, sensual. I realized I felt like I was watching a stranger, my own reflection was actually turning me on. I could feel myself become wet. The air seemed to fill with my scent.
I watched as she leaned forward, her head rested on my left shoulder, even as her hands kept their light grip on my shoulders.
"You look as you feel. Hot, sexual. A woman of scents and power. With but a look a man might walk into a wall, confused yet intoxicated by your glance.
I could feel my heart pounding. She was leaning forward, pressed lightly against my bare butt. I slowly turned my head. Out of the corner of my eye I watched in the mirror as my lips approached hers until only a whisper separated us.
"This is only the beginning Darling." I could feel her breath push into my open mouth as she spoke. My tongue slid between my lips.
She stepped back and took my hand. She led me out through the curtains and into another room. This felt like a cave, hanging furs filled the walls, covered the floor. It was primal, ancient.
Once more her hands turned me away from her. I felt the bustier's strings loosened, I took a deep breath as it slid down my body to lay at my ankles.
The I lifted my feet one after the other until I stood, naked bot for the hose and heels.
Then I felt a fur, slide across my body, to envelope me. Warmth filled me as I clenched my arms tight, the fur playing across my skin like thousands of tiny fingers, leaving tickles and making my body shake.
I was lying on my back, my legs spread wide as she knelt between them. Then her tongue plunged deep into me, I gasped even as a scream of a Saber Tooth screamed outside the cave.
My eyes flew open, I still stood and she was removing the fur.
"No, not fur. Again we will move on to explore." The voice seemed to mist in the cold air.
I blinked in disappointment, wanting her between my legs, shaking with my need. Almost I turned to grab her, to kiss her forcing my tongue between her lips- What? What was I thinking, I had never before been attracted to any woman! She led me out.
I was suddenly aware I was virtually naked walking through an open shop, anyone could see me. I stopped, pulling away from her as panic seemed to freeze me. What was happening to me?
Then her hand was once more on mine. "So, you seek to disobey. I know just the room." Her chuckle sounded evil, I had to follow.
We stopped before a large door. Old rusted bolts, rough thick wood and a tiny barred window looked threatening. She pushed it open to a large groan of metal on metal. Inside, I stopped. Stunned.
It was a medieval dungeon. Smoky torches gave the room a shadowy feel. Racks, like you would see holding tools were filled with studded leather devices. Riding crops, whips, masks, ropes, chains, paddles- my mind flashed again to that earlier scene. Of my being bent over a desk, my skirt lifted as I waited to feel the hot pain.
My mind cleared as I heard a click. My wrist was closed by some manacle hanging from the ceiling. Then my other arm was lifted and another clicked closed on my wrist. I was standing, my arms raised slightly above my head, I was- Helpless!
I felt a gentle tug on my hair, I opened my mouth to ask a question when something like a round rubber ball was slipped into my mouth. A strap was pulled tight. My tongue could feel holes drilled into the rubber ball, but it effectively gaged me.
I looked around. I was in a dungeon, this couldn't be right. The torches, the old smells of urine and blood. Health codes, no, what, how was this happening. But I knew this was not another waking dream, I was completely awake and aware this time.
I waited for panic, for fear to rise up, instead I felt only, curiosity and again, wetness forming between my legs. I had never wanted this, never considered, yet, I waited, wondering.
My eyes followed her as she slowly removed her jacket, blouse and slacks to fold them on a bench. Somehow the leather outfit she wore fit my mood. The half bra that pushed her uncovered breasts up, thrusting them forward and proud. The aureoles wider than a silver dollar. The cut out panties, showed she was also shaved down there. What I had thought were her shoes, were in fact stiletto boots that reached mid thigh.
Reaching over she lifted a mask, it covered half her face, the top looked like a cats head, small ears rose up, but left her mouth uncovered. Next she drew on long black gloves, the fingers were cut away. The elegant woman was gone, now she was a deadly cat, and I was her prey.
Her hand lifted to trail her nails gently across my face. Then down my neck, dancing across the skin leaving a shivering tingle behind.
Nails scratched across my nipples as I whimpered slightly. I wasn't sure if it was pain or pleasure that made me moan that way. But I didn't want her to stop, even as I feared she would continue.
She swayed around my body, then began to rub, up and down like a cat against a favored person. Skin slid across skin, I tried to move, to increase that contact, but I was held just enough to limit my movements as she danced away, totally controlling all the contact.
Her hands cupped into claws that played down across my belly, circled my belly button before dipping -lower.
I gasped as a single finger slide deep inside me. I moaned through my gag. I sagged so only the manacles held me up, those and it seemed- her single finger playing back and forth inside me. My muscles were pulled tight and then everything flashed bright as my insides clenched hard on her finger as I exploded. My mind was ripped from me to drain down to that single point of intense throbbing contact.
Heart pounding unsure how I had survived, I opened my eyes blinking as her finger slid from me. I stared, watching as she lifted that finger. My eyes followed as that finger slid between her incredible lips.
The finger pulled back out and moved to my mouth. With increasing pressure it forced it's way between my lips. My tongue touched then began to circle that finger. I realized she had removed the gag even as I had watched her finger enter her mouth.
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