The message on my machine was clear and concise, "I'll pick you up at 3:00. Look sexy and wear a dress." That was it. No explanation, no details, just an "order" from Him.
It didn't cross my mind to question Him. I would be ready as requested and waiting for Him at 2:50.
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As the hour approached and I began my preparations, I listened to the message again and again, trying to decipher some clues from His tone or inflection what awaited me. Was He angry? No, not angry but definitely not happy either. The more I played the message, the more nervous I became about my immediate future. Nervous, but also, excited.
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3:00 sharp, the buzzer brought me back to consciousness. Never late that one, I thought and, grabbing my purse, I headed for the door. He was waiting on the street looking perfectly groomed and handsome as ever. Dressed entirely in black except for a beautiful cashmere scarf. A plaid that was predominantly green to match His eyes; He knows it drives me crazy when He does that. I love His eyes! I tried not to smile as I approached but He can read me like a book and seeing my excitement, He burst into a broad, but somewhat evil smile. When I was close enough, He reached out to take my chin between His thumb and forefinger. Gently tipping my head back, He went right to my neck. His lips grazed my skin and rested lightly on my pulse. Inhaling my essence He gave me a little bite, grasped my arm and directed me into a waiting taxi. I knew the day would be "interesting."
The taxi pulled to a stop in front of a small, discreet lingerie boutique on a quiet street. He paid the driver and came around to my side of the taxi to let me out; always the gentleman. Inside, I breathed a sigh of relief (and a bit of disappointment), this was going to be a simple shopping trip. He wanted to dress me for His pleasure. Maybe that evening I would prance about the apartment in my new finery, teasing and coaxing Him into action. Sub or not, I can still control the action when I set my mind to it.
The store appeared to be deserted. It was a charming place, meticulously decorated and stocked with exquisite wares. Before long, a tall and stately woman about His age emerged from the back and greeted us, welcoming us to her store. Madame explained the origins of her lingerie and urged us to take our time and enjoy the selection. Almost as fast as she came, Madame was gone and the two of us were again alone in the store. He began browsing and pulling a few items He fancied. Madame emerged again with two glasses of rose champagne and began a quiet dialogue with Him. I struggled to hear the conversation without being too obvious. Would there be a treat, I wondered. He had a habit of finding those "special" items no one else did. I began to think maybe this would be interesting trip after all.
As the flutes were drained, He approached me and in a low voice, gave His instructions.
"You are to go into the dressing rooms with these items my dear. I want you to strip completely and call for Madame to help you. You must be nude when Madame enters the room and you must not attempt to conceal yourself in anyway."
I stared at Him in shock.
"What are you suggesting, that I submit to this woman?"
A cloud passed over His face and His entire demeanor changed in an instant.
"I am not suggesting anything my dear. I am telling you that you WILL submit to ME and enter THAT dressing room", he commanded pointing toward the rear of the establishment, "you WILL then strip naked and call for Madame's assistance. Whatever happens next, you will offer no resistance and you will not attempt to conceal yourself in any way. Do you understand Me?"
I looked over my shoulder at the handsome older woman straightening her stock at the back of the store, near the entrance to the dressing rooms and wondered what on earth I had gotten into this time. Turning back to face Him, I simply nodded and turned, head down, and walked toward my destiny.
Madame looked up as I approached and she smiled innocently.
"Have you found something that interests you my dear?"
In that moment, hearing Madame refer to me as "my dear", with the same tone and inflection He used, I realized that this would be no ordinary day of shopping.
The dressing room was large. It featured a huge velvet drape across the front and floor-to-ceiling mirrors on two walls. Along the third was a plush two seat settee and a hat tree. The whole place smelled of comfort and luxury. Upon entering the room, my heart began to race. I was not prepared for this; (a woman; this woman?) but I dared not defy Him. I tossed the lingerie on the small sofa and sat, staring at myself in one of the mirrors. I could hear the low rumble of a conversation He was having with Madame and I knew there was only one thing left to do. I stood and began to strip. When I was completely nude, I pulled back the curtain stared at the two of them and said, "Madame?"
Without any trace of emotion, Madame strode purposefully toward me, stepped inside and pulled the drape behind her. Maybe I should have been less brash? Then I noticed that Madame had in fact, left just enough of an opening for Him to observe the scene in one of the mirrors. There He sat, locked in on my eyes, sipping champagne while I stood there naked, inches away from a complete stranger. A woman? An older woman! He could be such a bastard!
"Now my dear", Madame spoke in a gentle but firm voice. "Let's see if we can find what you need."
Bastard!
Madame bent to straighten the finery I had strewn about the settee. She was an attractive woman in a harsh and masculine sort of way. Think of a stern Robin Wright Penn and you'll get the idea. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun and she, like Him was dressed entirely in black; a perfectly tailored silk blouse and equally fitted pair of wool gabardine slacks. Her body was still firm and her long legs and graceful demeanor hinted at a career in dance. When she finished, she turned and took a seat next to the now meticulous pile, and crossing her legs, assessed me as though I were a mannequin in her shop window about to be dressed for the Holidays.
"Turn around my dear" Madame said in that same flat, dull voice. Now, facing away from her and looking in the huge mirror, I waited what seemed like an eternity for something to happen. Finally, Madame rose from her seat and stood very close to me. I could feel the heat of her next to my nakedness and smell her expensive perfume. We briefly made eye contact in the mirror but I turned away when Madame grasped my buttocks and said, "we must first find a 'frame' for this perfect little ass of yours." Both cheeks got a slight squeeze before, I felt Madame's hands slide up my rib cage and come to rest on my breasts. Though I tried to concentrate on something other than the soft warmth of her hands, my nipples hardened, and it brought the slightest glint of a smile to Madame's face.
"And of course, we must find the best way to treat these."
Madame returned to the sofa and started to offer some of the finest lingerie, each more stunning than the last. I was instructed throughout this process to assume different poses and to look at myself in the mirror and to observe the affect of the pose combined with a particular item. Each time, I looked amazing. Like her or not, this woman knew her job. Remaining businesslike, Madame would occasionally rise to make an "adjustment" to this or that. In each case, she took the opportunity to include a sexual gesture; the brushing of fingers here or a little pinch there. A ruby red silk bra compelled Madame to pinch my nipples hard and give them a tug.
"We need to see how it looks if you're chilled my dear."
The action took me by surprise and made my pussy ache. How did Madame know that rough nipple play drove me wild? STOP! But then I caught a glimpse of Him in the far mirror and knew exactly how Madame knew what she knew about me.
Bastard!
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While clad only in a pair of sheer beige lacey boy shorts, Madame stared at my crotch and shaking her head, and beckoned me to her.
