The Idea
Janette had been a little worried lately. Alan had been busy at work for the past few months and had not been paying her as much attention as she would have liked. She was beginning to feel a little insecure of her own femininity and was wondering if Alan might have a little something on the side. She herself had been busy at the lab recently and didn't have much time to take corrective measures but now the opportunity presented itself. She had just completed an important research paper and finally had some time to herself. She felt that an afternoon shopping spree might lift her spirits.
She had nothing special in mind, so she just wandered from shop to shop, seeing what was new this season. Nothing really caught her eye until she went into a shop offering bridal and formal fashions. She saw a little black strapless cocktail dress that had one of the short "pouf" skirts that had been in fashion recently. Something about the dress seemed very sexy.
She knew that Alan found certain types of clothing to be very bondage oriented -- a type of style that would make a woman very aware of her femininity. Short skirts imposed an obvious bondage: the wearer must be constantly alert when sitting to avoid a lewd display. High heels certainly restricted a lady's mobility and forced a very attractive and suggestive posture and gait. Sheer white blouses showed varying hints of feminine underwear, which in itself was a definite bondage device: straps and hooks and elastic designed to restrict and shape the wearer's figure.
The strapless dress seemed to combine many elements. The short skirt would reveal Janette's shapely legs and make her careful of how she moved. The heavily boned satin bodice would restrain and mold her breasts to display them perfectly and the bare shoulders of the strapless gown would give her a feeling of vulnerability. A detail she didn't notice at first was a large satin bow at the small of the back. It was a very feminine touch and hinted strongly of being "tied up". As she tried it on, her slave alter ego, Leia, began to surface.
The shop clerk interrupted her daydreaming. "It's a gorgeous dress, isn't it? The perfect thing for a party or formal occasion".
"Oh, yes, it is lovely. How much is it?"
"Well, it's really last season's design and we need to make space for the newer dresses. It's on sale for $37.99. That's 60% off the regular price."
Leia began to have an interesting series of thoughts. "Do you have it one size smaller? I'm on a diet and this would be a great incentive to lose 10 more pounds." This wasn't exactly true, but Leia thought of something that might light the Master's fire.
"Why, yes we do. Let me get it for you."
Leia wandered around the store while she waited for the clerk to return. As she walked past the accessory section, a pair of shoulder length black satin gloves caught her eye. She flashed back to a picture Alan had shown her in one of the Harmony magazines. It was a picture from the 1940's showing Lois Meriden in a strapless gown wearing a pair of black gloves and bound to a large wooden frame. Alan had said it was one of his favorite pictures. A plan began to fall into place.
"I'd like a pair of these black gloves, also. Could I try them on?"
"Certainly. They are very elegant, aren't they?"
The cool satin material gave Janette goose bumps as she pulled the gloves on . They were snug and gave her a delicious confined feeling. "Yes, umm, I'll take a pair of these also."
After paying for the purchases, Leia headed for the "Wild Pair" shoe store where Alan would always window shop. He had jokingly pointed out a pair of black satin pumps with outrageous heels. They would be perfect.
She went into the store and pretended to browse. The shoes now had a strong erotic attraction for her and she became embarrassed. The clerk startled her when he asked if he could help.
"D-d-d-do you have these in a s-s-size 8 1/2?" She felt humiliated that she was stuttering. She felt cheap and trampish asking for such a blatantly sexy item. She thought she heard the clerk whispering to someone in the back room and heard some faint male laughing.
"This is you're lucky day, ma'am. Those are the last pair of that style and just in your size". She thought she could detect a lecherous tone to his voice. "Here, let me help you with them."
Leia wished she had worn pants for her shopping. When the clerk lifted her foot onto the little stool to assist with the fitting, she felt sure he could see up her skirt.
The shoes had the highest heels she had ever worn. She guessed they must be five inches at least. They were obviously not designed for comfort since the toes seemed extremely pointed. As the clerk slipped the right shoe on, she could feel her foot being forced into an unfamiliar arch. But, they did fit her.
"Umm, I think they will be f-f-fine."