London would be our first and last stop on a summer vacation traveling through Europe. The trip was fantastic! The beaches were sandy and entertaining in the South, the mountains in the center breathtaking, and the fjords in the north spectacular! Now it was time to head home. We had a few hours to kill so we wandered from store to store in the duty free area. Soon enough I was very surprised to see a lingerie store. I'd never seen one in an airport. I guess it makes sense if you've been naughty while away or are planning on it when you get home.
We went in to see just what they were selling at Agent Provocateur. Picking up a brochure while Kay looked at the negligees and bras I found myself staring in disbelief. The models weren't just showing clothing, they had accessories too! The women were holding whips and crops in some of the photos. I was losing myself in fantasy land, thinking about being in the picture. I felt myself being pulled, physically, out of my reverie.
Kay wanted to try on some things and spoke with a clerk. A stunning, raven haired woman guided us to the fitting room. I guessed her to be in her 30's. She was wearing a tight leather skirt, fishnet stockings, topped with a lovely black bustier with a red rose on one side and the store logo on the other side. It was her sly smile that had me wondering.
"Come on slut" Kay whispered, pulling me along.
We went into the back room which was comfortably laid out with a sofa, an over stuffed ottoman and a coffee table with their catalogs facing the sectioned off booths for trying on clothes. The floor was covered with a thick carpet. She left me with the hand luggage and our other purchases as she disappeared into the booth to try on a few things.
I stood there, waiting, not sure what to do. As I moved to sit on the sofa, the clerk, whose name I later discovered was Sindy, told me the seats were for clients only. I was about to say something when Kay called for me. She was wearing a brocade corset, a garter belt and stockings. She watched me as I eyed her up and down.
"Like what you see?" she purred. I nodded, speechlessly. "Step back so you can get the full effect."
I backpedaled through the curtain and bumped into Sindy.
"Oops," I said. "Sorry."
"I'll accept your apology if it's done properly." Her hands went to my shoulders and gently pushed me to my knees. "Try again, boy."
I looked up at her, wondering if this was really happening. "Please forgive me, uh, Ma'am?"
Her smile confirmed that I had it right.
"Stay there until your Mistress comes out."
Sindy moved towards the dressing room to pull back the curtain and lead Kay, I mean Mistress Kay out.
Kay looked down at me and grinned. "Hmm, not a bad way to greet your Mistress, but some-thing's wrong." I looked up with curiosity. "You're wearing too much clothing. Strip, Slut!" she commanded. I looked around to see if there was anyone else around, wondering if she was serious. She had never behaved like this before. "Didn't you hear me Slut? I said strip. Now!"
I hurried to comply and was shortly back on my knees fully naked. The business end of a crop poked through my legs as Sindy ordered me to spread my legs wider.
Kay looked to Miss Sindy and asked about some other items she looked at in the catalogue. "Oooh, Yes Ma'am. Sindy disappeared with an evil giggle. Kay looked down at me again. "Are you nervous, my slut? You're about to have a big test. Let's see if reality matches your fantasy. I want you on all fours, with that beautiful ass up in the air. That's right. Head down, legs wide so you're on display for Miss Sindy. Isn't she gorgeous?"
