Mia had lived out many of her sexual fantasies. Today was her 50th birthday, and so far, one remained unfulfilled; her long-held fantasy to submit totally to a woman.
The desire had been there for decades, and lately it was becoming more urgent. It had been hiding inside her since she was eighteen.
Mia was still living with mother at the time. She arrived home late after curfew one night with mother's car. Mother was not pleased.
Mother was livid and yelled, "Curfew is at ten, young lady. Where have you been?"
Mia shouted back, "You can't tell me what to do, mother! I'm eighteen now!"
Mother was having none of that nonsense. "We'll just see about that, young lady."
Mother was a small woman but quick and strong, effortlessly putting Mia over her knee and holding her squirming daughter in place.
"It's only going to take longer if you keep wiggling around, Mia!"
Mother raised Mia's skirt, pulled her panties down and administered a sound spanking to the bratty girl's tender bottom.
Mia sobbed, kicking and screaming as mother spanked her bare ass over and over, leaving her cheeks bright red and stinging.
"That'll teach you! Now maybe you'll be a good girl for once!"
Mia was crying mad, her bottom stung with pain, but she was also soaking wet. As mother's hand slapped Mia's ass, a little voice from deep inside her whispered, "Mommy." She couldn't believe how much she loved mother's strong hand on her bare bottom.
Mia sobbed and her breath hitched. She sunk her teeth into her wrist to stifle her screams as she orgasmed under mother's punishing hand.
Now thirty years later the thought made a shiver run down Mia's spine. Her desire to feel that touch again was becoming urgent. She needed a strong woman to fulfil her desire.
She snapped out of her reverie and pulled into the laundromat. Dot, the attendant said, "Happy birthday, Mia." And gave her change for the machines, "It's on the house."
The laundry at the house was out of order, so she came here to do a couple loads of clothes. It was a busy day, and she found only two machines available. Hubby was taking her out later and she needed to wash some things.
She was doing delicate things and lingerie and was happy to see a girl at the next machines. She didn't want to show off her load of delicates and undies to some random guys.
The girl's name was Summer, a pretty little blonde with emerald-green eyes. She was soft spoken and friendly and she and Mia chatted about the day's events as they washed their clothes.
The ladies showed off each other's dainties, oohing and ahhing over the different outfits. Mia noted that Summer's lingerie was black, very sexy, the color and styles piquing her interest. She had always associated black with dominance and this girl wore black.
Mia imagined how Summer looked in black lingerie with her long blonde hair and green eyes. She felt her skin tighten and her nipples stiffen as she thought about what Summer looked like nude.
Mia asked, "Summer, where do you get that lovely lingerie?"
Summer said, "Well, I have a boutique in town that specializes in intimate items for women. You have a lovely figure, Mia. I'm sure I have your size. I would love to show you around. I have a birthday discount, you know." Summer flashed her eyes at Mia and winked.
Mia was a little taller than Summer with long black hair and a sexy figure. Her firm full boobs were stunning. She was older than Summer, turning fifty apparently, and Summer was intrigued by her. She wanted to get to know Mia intimately, to kiss her and feel her luscious boobs, to taste her.
The ladies finished folding their laundry and walked out to their cars together. It turned out that they were parked side by side in the parking lot. They put their clothes in their cars.
Summer said, "It was lovely to meet you, Mia. Would you join me for coffee? I would love to show you my boutique. I think I have some pieces that would look great on you. What do you say? Join me?"
Summer smiled and locked eyes with Mia. Their attraction was magnetic and intense. Summer took Mia's hands in hers. She had to kiss her. She leaned in and brushed her lips against Mia's.
Mia responded with a tentative kiss. Summer kissed her back for a second too long.
Mia pulled back, breaking the kiss.
They looked at each other a moment longer.
Mia said, "Lead the way."
The sign read:
'Summer's Day Boutique by appointment only 832-555-1212'.
It was a furnished home, museum and boutique in one, with art and curios on the walls and products on display as they might be found in a home. The front door opened into a large foyer adjoining an equally large sitting room.
The walls were covered with black and white photos of women from across the ages dressed in lingerie. Dozens of mirrors of all sizes and frames accompanied them.
Each bedroom was fully furnished and had a different theme. The walk-in closets contained shoes and outfits consistent with the theme of the bedroom, as did the art and photos on the walls.
Realistic mannequins populated the boutique posing in the most popular and provocative outfits.
Summer's Day provided boudoir photography services for women who wanted to create a special portrait for their lover or spouse. The bedrooms were discretely outfitted with photography equipment that blended in with the furniture. Boudoir photo shoots were very popular.
Summer let them in the front door. As soon as it was closed the ladies turned to face each other. Summer leaned in for another kiss.
Summer said, "Mia, I have some packages to attend to. It will only take a few minutes. Please make yourself at home. Feel free to look around and pick out some things you want to try on. I'll be right back."
Summer's Day was like an erotic museum of female delights, lingerie and toys. It was an incredible collection of everything a woman needed to make herself beautiful and assist in her pursuit of the ultimate orgasm. Mia was getting aroused simply browsing.
Mia explored the boutique with Summer on her mind. She wondered how she would look wearing the outfits she saw hanging in the closets or the ones on the mannequins. She wondered how Summer would look in them too.
By the time Mia entered the last room, her panties were soaked. Each room had displayed a different erotic theme, each checking another box on Mia's bucket list of fantasies.
The room featured BDSM outfits for both master and slave. The pictures on the walls depicted men and women in provocative scenes of bondage receiving punishment from a master or a mistress. Mia was enthralled. The collection of items on display revealed a glimpse into the world of bondage and discipline.
Mannequins were posed in interesting positions; a redhead was tied to the bed blindfolded. A blonde was shackled to a St. Andrews Cross on the wall and a raven-haired woman was bent over a stock, ready for a spanking.
The redhead wore a black velvet blindfold, matching choker and a black baby-doll with matching pumps. The blonde wore white silk stockings and four-inch heels.
The raven-haired woman was especially intriguing to Mia. The woman in the stocks wore a short, white slave-girl dress and white sandals that laced up her legs calf high. Her butt cheeks were on display and beet red from the spanking her mistress had given her.
Mia thought, 'That's how my cheeks looked when mother spanked me. Mmm.' The orgasm was still vivid in her mind after all these years.
She turned to go to the closet and find the white slave girl outfit. It would be the only outfit she would select. Hopefully Summer will get the message.
Mia turned to go and was startled to see Summer standing there. She was wearing a black leather corset that pushed her boobs together, garters and silk stockings with thigh-high platform boots. Her tiny black G-string barely contained her blonde bush.
Summer's blonde mane was up in a ponytail and she wore a black mask on her eyes. Her gloved hands held a long riding crop in her left hand, holding the business end in her right.
She smiled at Mia saying, "Have you found anything interesting, Mia?"
Mia was stunned. Summer's outfit...this room...it was exactly the type of room where she imagined she would be seduced and taken by a strong woman...like Summer.
Mia thought, 'Was that really Summer? Did she really punish bad girls? If I was bad would she punish me too?'
Summer's emerald-green eyes mesmerized the raven-haired Mia. Summer stared into Mia's eyes seizing her heart and taking her soul with it. She slid the riding crop into her left boot and stepped up to the older woman.
She gently took Mia's chin in her gloved hand and whispered, "Mia" and kissed her tenderly with her full lips and warm mouth. Mia moaned and their tongues tangoed in a warm wet dance, the kiss becoming more intense, more urgent.
"Oh, Summer..." said Mia, breaking the kiss, Summer releasing her chin.
Summer said, "I selected an outfit I thought you would like, Mia. I hope you don't mind. It's hanging in the changing room for you. Meet me back here when you're done." Mia looked at Summer and started to say something.
