It was only three weeks since we met. However, it seemed much longer. Not in a bad way, but in a familiar, comfortable and loving way. Cindy was so compatible with me. Our likes, our sense of humor, our backgrounds, everything just fell into place. It was only natural that we quickly fell into bed. Although our loving was wonderful, she appeared somewhat naïve and inexperienced. Nevertheless, Cindy wanted to please and be pleased. We tried almost anything that I suggested.
After three days without each other, she called me to ask if I could play hooky with her the next day. A clothing store where she occasionally shopped had received a shipment of items which the owner, Madame Morgaine, thought she would like. Going clothes shopping with a woman, even one as wonderful as Cindy, was not my favorite pastime. Still, I knew that the day would end up in bed, so how could I refuse.
She took me to a small specialty shop for women with very discriminating and eclectic taste. Underwear, shoes, stocking, bustier and corset were on the list. I was very surprised by the last two items, but perhaps she was trying to be more adventurous for me. As an old friend, Morgaine attended to Cindy personally. While the two of them laughing like sisters selected the clothing, I wandered around looking at the various merchandise. I was shocked to notice in one corner an extensive collection of BDSM themed accessories ranging from spiked collars to leashes to nipple clips to riding crops to exotic electro stimulation devices. My comment concerning how I would be unsure of how to use most of these brought a sly smirk and raised eyebrows from the two of them. Morgaine informed me that they are to be used on me and that the MISTRESS is an expert with all of them. Before I could inquire who this MISTRESS was, they were off to another part of the store.
The hunt for garments was finished and we entered a plush anteroom to the dressing area. Various pieces of antique Edwardian furniture decorated the room. The floor was covered with a red and black wall-to-wall carpet plush enough to comfortably lie on. The wall adjoining the dressing area was total mirror, end-to-end, and top-to-bottom. Even the doorway into the dressing room was a mirror, when closed the wall was an unbroken reflection.
Opposite the mirror was an ornate sofa with protruding, handholds on each armrest. While the two of them continued into the dressing room, I took a seat there. The round and slightly curved shape of the handholds caught my attention. Although their eight inch length seemed too long, the diameter fit my hand well and I could see them being used to assist an infirmed person to sit or stand. The intriguing part was the elaborate carvings on them. The light was playing a trick on my eyes because the carvings appeared to be couples having sex in various positions. About three inches from the end, the wood flared out to twice its diameter. This portion was a smooth, polished surface which ended with a round soft taper.
The ladies were having a good time trying on clothing, returning occasionally to look at Cindy in the mirror and hear my opinion on an item. These mini-fashion shows with such exotic outfits were having their effect and I was hard waiting for the next one. Since I could hear them talking, I was able to pull out my cock and stroke myself thinking of the last garment or lack there of without fear of detection. As they returned to the room, I would quickly zip up.
The corset with attached stocking clips was the last item. It took a while for Cindy to be laced in, but when she appeared with stockings and four inch high fuck me black pumps, I burst out of my pants. The zipper was only half-way closed and seeing how exotic she looked put an extra throb of blood into me and out through the opening popped my rigid cock. The owner looked at it and told me not to bother returning it. The mirror was one-way to the dressing room and they were watching me masturbate the entire time.
