Chapter 4
Thursday finally came and she was again early to the store. She sat and waited until the sign turned to open. Walking firmly to the door, she opened it, flipped the sign to closed and locked the door. His voice came from the depths of the store causing her to smile before she turned.
"Good Girl."
Once in the back room, she shut and locked the door. On the table sat the box, open and waiting. Without prompting she dropped her purse, keys and phone in the box. In short order, her clothing lay folded neatly inside as she closed and locked the box. She started to walk to the basement stairs when he brought her up short with a curt command.
"Stop. We will be here for a few moments."
She looked at him, an unspoken question written on her face.
In answer, he handed her a package.
"Open it."
Puzzled, she opened the box carefully. Inside she found a leather garter belt with six thick elastic garters and a pair of fine black seamed stockings. Not quite sure what to day or do, she raised her eyes to meet his and found his face touched with a bemused smile, as if contemplating some private joke.
"Put those on."
Using one of the wooden straight back chairs at the table, she donned the garter belt adjusting the fit. The silk stockings were carefully rolled and then fitted up her legs. She took care to keep the seams straight and centered on the back of her leg. With the garters fastened and adjusted, the stockings were pulled taut with out wrinkles. She found him watching her closely. Without taking his eyes from her he handed her another box. Inside she found a pair of black stiletto open toed heels, at least six inches in height and with straps sporting small locks around the ankle and over the instep.
"Put them on."
She sat on the couch and worked the shoes on her feet, adjusting the straps and buckling them. Without hesitation and without waiting for his prompt, she snapped the small locks shut. She stood and nearly fell. She grasped the back of the chair in front of her to keep her balance. It was evident she was not accustomed to wearing such extreme shoes.
He waited until she had steadied herself and seemed to be momentarily stable on the heels before he produced one more item. Her eyes went wide as he brought the black corset she had looked at previously in the store toward her. He held the open corset and moved behind her.
"Raise your arms."
Raising her arms, she balanced precariously on the heels and looked down as he closed the corset in front of her and began to hook the many small fasteners that held it closed. He stood close to her, his arms around her as he worked down the corset. She could feel his warmth. His breath on her shoulder as he looked over her shoulder was like a caressing touch. She closed her eyes concentrating in order to keep from thrusting her ass back against him. When he was done, she felt him begin to lace the corset in the back. She was sure that the corset was much too small for her. The corset became snug around her waist, pushing her breasts up until they filled the cups and seemed to overflow. She found the tight fit almost comforting in its closeness.
"Walk over to that pipe and grab it firmly. Hold on tightly."
She walked, unsteadily and carefully to the pipe fixed to the wall and grabbed it with both hands. She felt him behind her again and then suddenly she was jerked backwards hard as he began to tug and pull on the laces. As he worked the corset became impossibly tight around her torso. The tighter he pulled it the harder it became for her to breath and the straighter she had to stand. The stiff leather and the steel supports in the corset forces her into a stiff upright position. When he finished, she felt as if she were being suffocated. Her breath came in short sharp pants. She could not bend at the waist. A glimpse of herself in the mirror was shocking. Her breasts looked as if they would pop free of the cups on the corset at any minute. Her nipples were just barely covered. Her waist looked impossibly small. The heels caused her calves to bulge and forced her to push her ass backwards to maintain her balance. The sight of herself was captivating. Something went over her head and touched her lips. She recognized as a ball gag. The red rubber ball attached to the over the head harness looked impossibly large.
"Open your mouth."
She opened.
"Wider."
She strained to open further and felt the rubber ball against her teeth. It was, she knew, to large to fit in her mouth but he began to press and work the ball back and forth until he forced it behind her teeth. The ball expanded to force her mouth open impossibly wide. Her jaws immediately began to protest. She felt as if they would dislocate at any second. He buckled the straps behind her head tightly. She felt the collar go about her neck. He appeared in front of her, holding a leather leash, which she assumed was connected to the collar, and looked her up and down with a dark and unreadable smile.
The last thing he did was take a pair of black steel handcuffs and secure her wrists behind her back.
"I think that will do. Come this way."
He led her to the back door of the store. She could see that it opened onto an alleyway. It was just past noon so the sun was directly overhead and she could see clearly. He tugged on the leash.
"Come"
He started walking through the door.
She realized that he meant to take her outdoors. Like this! She was nude from the waist down except for the stockings. She hesitated and he jerked on the leash nearly pulling her off balance.
"I said come." His voice was a menacing growl.
She stepped off, trying to walk and maintain her balance in the impossibly high heels. He locked the door. Leading her down the alley, across a street and down another alley. She was mortified but fortunately they ran into no one on the way. Toward the end of the alley, he stopped and opened a door into another building. He led her through into a kitchen. She could hear music playing from ahead and voices. Her eyes were wide and she was trembling. He pulled on the leash and she followed looking from side to side as if for a way to escape. He pushed through a swinging door and held it for her. She emerged into the back of a shotgun bar. She was not familiar with bars by and large. This one had a long bar along one wall with stools in front. Along the opposite wall stood tables. At the far end, she could see a plate glass window and in neon tubes a sign. It took her a moment to decipher it in reverse. It read "Damion's".
She looked at him. He smiled and walked her by the pool table at the back of the bar. Two men, both holding cues, stopped and watched as she walked past. He led her near the front of the bar and each of the patrons turned to take a good long intense look at her as he paraded her by. He pulled a stool from the bar and sat.
"Stand there."
She could do nothing else. She knew that the men in the bar were still ogling her openly. The bartender came down the bar.
"Hello Damion, wasn't expecting you today."
"It's a special afternoon. I felt the need for a little outing."
"The usual?"
"Yes please."
The bartender left and soon returned with a tall glass of beer. Damion took a long slow drink from the tall glass before speaking to the bartender.
"Things going OK here?"
"It has been a little slow but its picking up. That new factory that opened a few blocks down will drive in some new customers. We should see a good increase in the lunch run in the next few weeks."
"Good. Is there anything I need to do?"
"Nope. I think we have it under control."
Another customer came into the bar and stopped short when he saw her standing behind Damion. He walked toward the back, coming much closer than was necessary and she could see the lust in his eyes. He took a stool just a few down from where Damion sat. Damion looked over at him and smiled.
"Hey Pete. It's been a while."
"Yeah Damion. We thought you had forgotten you own this place."
"John takes good care of it."
The man looked at her and then back at Damion
"Interesting company you have."
Damion glanced back at her.
