With love and thanks to the beautiful Aurora Philips.
Ann glanced up from the register as she heard the door to the store open then close. Looking over the counter and down the stairwell she recognized Tom and Eileen, the couple she had demonstrated The Chair to a few weeks prior. She stifled a smile at their return.
'Gotcha,' she thought to herself contentedly. She had a feeling they would be back. She would have to play this carefully.
"Well hello," she said sweetly as they climbed the stairs into the shop. "Did you come back to buy The Chair or would you like another demonstration," she added with a wicked smirk.
"No, The Chair's not in the budget for today," Tom said smiling, "but we are here to do a little shopping."
Ann came around the counter and placed her hand lightly on Tom's arm, giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek.
"Well welcome back," she said.
Ann then moved to Eileen and, placing her hands on either side of Eileen's face, leaned up to kiss the much taller woman on the lips, holding it for much longer then a casual greeting.
"And welcome back to you too Princess. I'm thrilled to see you both again."
Eileen was disturbed by the other woman's possessiveness and her hungry kiss on the mouth. Even though they had shared intimacies a week or so ago, Eileen wasn't quite ready to deal with her first encounter with a woman yet and had tried to keep it out of mind. Up until that Saturday it had all been a fantasy that she only shared with Tom but when the two of them were confronted with The Chair and all its paraphernalia she couldn't help but feel oddly excited.
Just being in the sex store started her juices flowing and on that particular weekend, like this one, she and Tom had rented a room in an exclusive hotel for the express purpose of romance. A part of her had hoped Ann wouldn't be working today. Ann, Eileen told herself, took a lot more away from that fleeting encounter than she herself had, or wanted to. She snuggled up closer to Tom as he moved further into the store.
"Please, make yourselves at home," Ann said, touching Eileen's arm.
The couple moved away, looking at the merchandise while Ann answered questions from another customer. Unlike the last time they were there, the store was rather busy with most people checking out the fetish clothing displayed along the wall.
"She seemed happy to see you in particular," Tom whispered to Eileen, grinning, as they shopped.
"Shut up," she blushed and nudged him with her elbow. Her head a swirl with memories from the last time they were in the store and the screaming orgasm Ann and Tom had given her while she was strapped to the chair, vibrator inside her.
"Not that I blame her," Tom continued, "I didn't even mind sharing you with her."
"Stop it," Eileen giggled. "I don't like girls, I've told you that."
"Uh huh," Tom replied. "You say that but you could have fooled me watching you two together."
"That was different," she insisted, still whispering. "That was more.....situational....I don't know, I just didn't seem like I could say no to her."
"If you're looking for something interesting, you might want to consider this, it's almost a work of art." Ann said, coming up behind them.
Eileen jumped a little, startled, hoping Ann hadn't heard her last remark. Ann smiled wider
'This' was a glass dildo, clear with a bulbous head and a purple spiraled ridge along the shaft. It was indeed beautiful. It was also very large, at least ten inches long and as thick around as Eileen's wrist.
"That's a little too intimidating for me," Eileen joked. "I'm not so sure that would fit."
"Oh, I'm sure it would be a very snug fit Princess," Ann cooed, stroking cool phallus across the other woman's arm, "but I think you'd enjoy it. Eventually."
Eileen swallowed and changed the subject, "I see a lot of people shopping for clothes, is that related to the 'Fetish Ball' those posters are advertising?"
"Yeah," Tom added, "We meant to ask you about that last time we were here. What is that? It sounds like fun."
"Is it like a costume party?" Eileen asked.
Ann laughed. "In a way I suppose it is. People tend to dress up for the event, but it's a lot more than a costume party. Think of it more as an opportunity for like minded people to get together and play."
"Play how?" Tom asked.
"Well," Ann drawled, "that really depends on the people. Some like to play publicly, kind of like what we did last time you were here, and other's like to watch and just socialize."
"Where is it? The poster doesn't say," Eileen asked.
"It's here," Ann replied. "We've a function space downstairs."
"So if we wanted to come and watch, we could?" asked Eileen.
"No, it's a private party for a private club. You'd have to be voted in by the membership committee," Ann said.
"I don't know whether to be relieved or disappointed," Eileen chuckled.
"Really?" Ann asked, raising a brow.
"Um, well, yeah," Tom said, a little embarrassed. "The reason we came back was to ask about it. We saw the poster last time we were here and we've been discussing it."
"So I take it that you enjoyed your last visit?" Ann said archly.
"Yes, we did," Tom answered.
"I want her to answer," Ann said.
"Yes. Yes I did," Eileen said quietly not meeting Ann's gaze.
"Well," Ann mused, "There might be a way you can join in. Part of the reason I host this is advertising, I tend to sell a ton of merch at these kinds of things. I usually have someone modeling my newer stuff."
Ann looked Tom up and down, "You are SO not the sub type Prince Charming," she said dryly.
"You, however," she said, turning to Eileen and grinning shark-like, "have already proved you're a sub last time you were here. You would be the model."
"What would I be modeling?" Eileen asked nervously.
"Something like one of these," Ann said pointing to a rack of leather lingerie. There was very little leather and a whole lot of air in the outfits she pointed out.
"So I'd basically be naked," Eileen said.
"Yes," Ann replied.
"With a bunch of people there..." Eileen continued.
Eileen fingered one of the outfits as it hung on the rack, the idea both fascinating and scaring her. Exhibiting herself to a group of strangers had long been one of her more powerful sexual fantasies, but she had a lot to lose if anyone ever found out about it. She had a good career and couldn't afford to jeopardize it over something as 'morally questionable' as this. On the other hand, she was incredibly turned on by the idea and could feel her panties getting wet just standing there, picturing herself in that outfit on Tom's arm and maybe Ann. No, that idea she pushed aside, unsettled that it even occurred to her.
"You're worried about being recognized," Ann said, reading her mind.
"Well, yes!" Eileen replied, relieved to have that particular train of thought derailed.
"OK," Ann nodded. "Of course anyone who could recognize you would already BE there and presumably have as much to lose as you, but we can hood you as well."
"Hood me?"
"We'll have you wear a sub-hood," Ann explained, pointing out the close-fitting hoods on display. "Well even put the blinders on and cover the mouth," she added, musing. "That will add to it I think. I'll lead you around as your top."
"My top?" Eileen asked.
"Your Domme, your mistress," Ann explained.
"No," Eileen said firmly. "Tom will be that, no one else."
Ann looked over at Tom again, as if just remembering he was in the room. "Ah. Yes, of course. That's how we'll get Prince Charming here in, as your Dom. You'll have to officially lend her to me for the show though."
"What does that mean?" Tom asked.
"We have conventions," Ann explained patiently. "You don't touch another Dom's sub without the Dom's permission. If it were just up to me we wouldn't need to do all of this, but remember this is a private club with rules. You're her top, but you'd have to lend her to me for the duration of the show."
Tom and Eileen looked at each other.
"That's about the only way I can think of getting you into this," Ann added.
Eileen's mind raced. Here it was, what she had been trying to ignore since she ventured into her fantasy. She was strangely both attracted and repelled by Ann. If she did this, she would be under Ann's control. There was no denying that Ann did something to her sexually that was amazing but she didn't want her otherwise.
Her mind raced. Was she attracted to her? Did she want to be her 'sub' as Ann called her? What deep secret part of her did this woman stir? 'You knew it was going to come to this when you decided to come back here,' she admitted to herself. 'You hoped it wouldn't but you knew deep inside you knew this would happen and you came anyway.' She knew what she was going to do.
"OK," Eileen said quietly.
"You sure?" Tom asked her.
"Yes, I'm sure," Eileen said, looking up at Ann and smiling. And she was sure. This didn't have to define her; it was an experience, nothing more. It didn't change who she was and Tom was OK with it. They could remember it later. Maybe add parts of it to their own sexual repertoire. It would be fun. They would love it. Another adventure.
"OK then," Tom agreed as well.
"Excellent," Ann purred, a note of triumph in her voice. "I'm so glad! Now I don't need to find a model for this show! You've made my life so easier! Let me wait on this customer and then we'll get you your 'costume'."
"You're sure you want to do this," Tom asked her again after Ann left.
