Walking into the store, I felt an immediate sense of relief. There was a feeling of community, connectivity and...warmth. Sounds odd for a sex toy shop, I know. When you spend so much time in the `real world' hiding the things that are the most important to you in life, spending even a small amount of time in a place where people understand is an amazing feeling.
I walked in behind my Mistress, of course. Chivalry was not dead, at least not to me, even if our relationship wasn't what it was. The front of the store was filled with adornments for even the kinkiest of appetites. Patent leather corsets with spikes jutting out from all sides, high heels that came to equally sharp points at both the toe and the heel, and masks. Masks reminiscent of Mardi Gras with a dark side. Masks that could have been used in WWII for keeping various biochemicals out of one's lungs. Masks that were meant to enhance all of the other senses that they were not designed to completely shut down. I could have spent hours touching each of the garments. Feeling their rigidity against my fingertips, feeling the sharpness of each stud and the softness of every strip of velvet.
My Mistress made a slow but determined line for the back of the store. These types of stores are all very different, but the layouts are almost always the same. Benign items up front and increasing in intensity as you walk towards the rear. I wanted this feeling to last, so I walked much slower than she, tugging on her shirt slightly to keep her near me. The first few minutes were always the most intense. There was so much input that I felt like my brain almost couldn't capture it all at once. I laced my fingers with hers and wound the fingers of my free hand through the straps of the straight jacket that was hanging just above my head. I'd never worn one of those before. I wondered briefly if I'd even like it and then I chuckled softly to myself. Of course I'd like it. Bound and completely at the charge of my Mistress? Yes, please.
Behind us a voice spoke in our general direction.
"Welcome to The Chest. Do you need any help finding anything?" the woman behind the counter said.
We both turned around toward the direction of the voice. Behind the counter was a very average looking woman in her features, but upon brief further study her affectation presented much differently. This woman mandated respect with neither her words nor her actions. Her posture, her professional yet borderline aloof expression and her adornments spoke for her...with a stern tone. I immediately lowered my eyes as my Mistress approached her counter. She offered her hand and introduced herself.
"My name is Anne. And this is my pet, Amanda."
My Mistress ran her fingers from the top of my head down to my cheek as she introduced me. Her actions were not encouraging me to speak, but acknowledging my presence in the room. It was that type of attention, that kindness amidst an obvious class structure, that kept me in an almost continuous state of wetness for her. She was not your typical Domme. It wasn't about her telling me to behave or punishing me for no reason. It wasn't about silly games like spanking me and having me count or any other S&M bargain book instructions. It was deeper and more true. It was about she and I and my need for affirmation of a job done well and her level of needing to know I lived to please her.
"My name is Mistress Veronica. It's a pleasure to meet you both." She released my Mistress's hand and placed her finger beneath my chin, lifting my face gently. I raised my eyes and looked at her and she smiled warmly.
"Welcome."
My cheeks went crimson at her attention and I smiled slightly and whispered a thank you to her, before lowering my eyes again. She brushed the side of her finger against my cheek before returning her hand to the counter and picking up the pen she had been writing with.
"If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I'm working on next month's newsletter so I would welcome the distraction" Mistress Veronica said to us as we continued browsing the store.
I walked among the racks of leather and steel and inhaled deeply, filling my mind with the scent of sex and sweat and want. Ahead of me my Mistress was holding a long deep purple dress against herself and looking into the full length mirror. It had an overlay of black lace and a corseted top with hook and eye clasps running down the full length of the front. My eyes must have given away my excitement because she smiled at me in the mirror with a knowing grin. She turned to me and told me she would be trying it on and I nodded, eager to see her enrobed in such a deep color and such a tight bodice.
She spoke over my shoulder in the direction of the front desk.
"Would you mind watching her, Mistress Veronica? I'd like to spend some time with this gorgeous dress and having her in the fitting room with me would take away my utter pleasure at her expression when she sees the complete ensemble."
"Of course. She will be just fine here with me. Let me send one of our associates back to assist you. Take your time and I'll amuse myself with your pet if you permit me." Mistress Veronica replied. I stood there, a very wet pronoun, listening to the classic and refined way that the two Dommes were speaking to each other, including me as an object only.
Mistress Veronica walked out from behind the counter and I got my first glimpse at her in her entirety. I brought my gaze up from it's usual position on the floor and hoped I could do so without being noticed. In full view she had an average body type, average length hair, pretty face but nothing as beautiful as my Mistress. Her wardrobe consisted of a full length skirt of yards and yards of black fabric and a black corseted top tied up the length of the back with a dark red lacing. Only as she walked across the room could I see that she had high, but not obscenely high, heels on underneath all those layers of fabric. Her skin that was exposed was a rich tanned color, with a flawless sheen. I traced the path of one of her shoulders down past her wrists to her hands and saw flawlessly manicured nails in an exact match to the lace of the corset. She walked with perfect grace and elegance as though practiced, but it was obvious practice was not necessary.
My Mistress leaned into my ear, startling me. "See anything you like, sweetheart?"
Flustered, I lowered my eyes quickly and wet my lips before speaking. "She is lovely, Mistress, but only you are truly captivating to me."
"You have excellent taste, pet," she said laughingly. Mistress Veronica who was also listening to the conversation chuckled softly and I could tell they were exchanging knowing looks.
Mistress Veronica pulled on a thick braided cord that was between two of the clothing racks and a deep bell was heard throughout the store. A curtain parted that I hadn't noticed near the rear of the store and a naked woman stepped through. I looked in her direction and at first glance I could see her only adornment a small black ball gag. It was not like the ones I was accustomed to, because it lacked any type of tie or band. It was just the ball and she held it firmly in place with her teeth. My Mistress looked at the gag and then at me and arched her brow. I knew that sometime soon, I would know exactly how hard that was to do. The girl's hands were behind her and although a usual pose for a submissive, I could see the glint of steel binding them together as she walked past me. I thought to myself that she must be good, but not that good, if she has to be bound by handcuffs. When she reached Mistress Veronica she knelt and lowered her head completely.
"Black, please take Mistress Kristen into the fitting room and see to her needs." She said as she reached into her pocket for a small set of keys. Black turned while still kneeling and Mistress Veronica undid her binds, handing both the cuffs and the keys to my Mistress.
"When she's done of service to you..." Her voice trailed off, knowing that it wasn't necessary to continue instruction. My Mistress would know exactly what to do and when.
Black walked over to the mirror and took the dress, draped it across her arm and stood near the curtain holding it open, waiting for my Mistress. I could see beyond the doorway to a large entirely mirrored room, which I could tell only doubled as a fitting room when necessary. My mistress pressed her lips to my cheek and looked at me briefly. I must have displayed a hint of nervousness at our separation because she kissed me deeply on the mouth. "Mine" was all she said before she disappeared into the back with Black trailing behind.
As they both disappeared behind the curtain another naked woman emerged and stood in front of the doorway. I was amazed at how similar she was in features to Black and thought briefly that they might be twins. The only difference was that her gag was Blue and her hair seemed to be just a bit darker. I assumed that she was there to keep other patrons from imposing on my Mistress and it was confirmed when Mistress Veronica said "Good girl, Blue."
"Now, lovely pet Amanda...come over to my desk and keep me company while I deal with the drudgery of owning a store like this," Mistress Veronica said to me as she made her way back to the counter.