Morning saw Victoria standing naked in front of the floor to ceiling window, looking out, watching the sea of people below. They were oblivious to her offering, focusing on their own miserable little lives, the drudgery of work, of making dirty, soulless, money. How sad, she thought. They were so involved in their pathetic wasted lives, busily watching their feet or just keeping distance with the person in front of them that they failed to live. They were like robots programmed to wait for the little red man to fade and the little green man to appear before crossing the street. To a man, they didn't look around, they just stood there oblivious to everything surrounding them. Collectively they were unaware that the goddess of pleasure and pain offered them a glimpse of her divine form. Victoria never liked being underappreciated and like most other people, other than true submissives, she never appreciated being taken for granted. It was time to make a few changes.
There were a number of Houses in and around London. Some of them doubled as sex clubs and even brothels, but most were private homes dedicated to one or another fetish. Byron was heir to Hedon's Bend, one of the few remaining Great Houses. It was where Victoria was trained as a dominatrix. Before coming to Hedon's Bend she was just another girl in a house dominated by a husband and wife team. It was not until she went to a banquet in the Great Hall at Hedon's Bend that she ever contemplated her potential. The banquet was more like an industry expo than a feast, however, despite being naked bound and gagged, Victoria met both Diana and Byron. Shortly thereafter Diana left Hedon's Bend and within twelve months Victoria had not only taken up training there but had her own set of whips, lashes, cuffs and penetrating devices. Byron was a good Master, he had been kind and brutal, brutal and not always kind and on occasion he showed a little love for his girls. Victoria needed more. She was no whore, no simple play-thing to be passed around, and thankfully she had never been treated as such. Diana had achieved her own house. Not exactly what Victoria wanted but it was filled with girls who paid for their training in one or another way. It was time Victoria spread her wings and left Hedon's Bend.
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Victoria donned some street clothes, brushed her dark shoulder length hair into a bob and put on a pair of sunglasses. Arguably, she was even more beautiful in modest attire, than in tight leather, in her dominatrix costume or even completely naked. It was something to do with the air of mystery that surrounded her. The anticipation and inescapable thrill of seeing someone so beautiful naked dissipated when their attire left little to the imagination. When Victoria was dressed modestly, the allusion that a glimpse of her glorious form was all but unattainable was exasperating to anyone with a heartbeat. Nice black slacks, heels and a turtleneck blouse was perfect for a spot of shopping. Her dark red lipstick, dark eye shadow, and her black hair, pulled back in a tight pony tail showcased her lovely features. She was not girly, but she was very feminine and she meant business. People moved out of her way, men admired her, and most women were jealous of her slim legs and perfectly firm bottom, narrow waist and shapely breasts.
When hoping to avoid the unnecessary advances of unwanted men, Victoria wore a wedding ring. This was one of those days. She bought a book on erotica in the time of the French enlightenment. It was more academic than raunchy. Just what she needed. She sat in the café window enjoying a long flat white, reading her book desperate to avoid eye contact with any of the men who had been eyeing her off. It was one of the pitfalls of being young and beautiful. Rather than loitering, Victoria decided to do a little window shopping as she was rarely at liberty to roam in London.
An outfit in a Lingerie shop caught her eye. It was a nice black teddy, seductive, without being too hot. The shop assistant was a precocious young thing. Attractive but for her being a little pushy. Before Victoria had the chance to indicate the item of her interest the slender blond took a bra and pants set from the rack and said,
'This would look so good on you. Why don't you try them on and I'll tell you how they look.' She spoke as though she had some special kind of authority.
'Hmmm... Why don't you try it on and if it looks good on you, I'll try it myself.' Victoria had played this game before. 'We're a similar size and build, it will be just like looking in a mirror, only in three dimensions.'
The shop assistant, Kate, was a little taken aback. Her discomfort was only added to when Victoria started taking item after item off the racks saying,
'It's been ages since I really spoilt myself, and I really do love wearing expensive, lacey knickers and bras and things.'
'I'm sorry miss, but...'
'Victoria,' her interruption took the wind from Kate's sails.
'I'm sorry Victoria, but the sales assistants are not permitted to model garments for the client's pleasure.'
At that very moment the senior shop assistant saw the opportunity for a little revenge, as she disliked her junior's 'power selling' ways. As Victoria piled the nearly non-existent garments high in Kate's arms the senior shop assistant approached and said,
'What a great idea. You really are the same size and build.' Then looking them both up and down went on to say, 'Please Miss, consider it Kate's duty to model anything you like.'
Kate could hardly conceal her resentment at her senior's interference.
'We have a special room at the back with a changing closet and some nice sofas in the waiting room. Normally it's used for outfitting wedding parties, but why not make use of it?' Her conceited expression only confirmed the contempt she held for her junior.
'Why thank you. I will be sure to avail myself of Kate's assistance.'
Kate tried to maintain her air of professionalism, but her upturned lips did not fool anyone. Knowing that Kate had little choice but to play along, the forty something woman smiled and drawled,
'Kate, I will take care of front-of-shop until you have satisfied your customer's needs,' aloof as can be.
'Kate, would you lead the way?' Victoria spoke like someone who always got her way.
Nodding, the reluctant shop assistant mumbled,
'Won't you come this way,' hoping that Victoria would not add to the mountain of lingerie already in her arms.
Kate took good care of herself, her lean body was quite appealing, more feminine than athletic. As she emerged from the changing room, wearing only a pair of skimpy pants and a bra, she looked more than a little embarrassed.
'Do you think you could put your heels back on. It really would look better.' Victoria's tone let the girl know who was in charge.
'Certainly miss,' her smile as fake as her politeness.
Kate was right, The lacey pants and bra really would have suited Victoria.
'Please... turn around for me,' the pause between the "please" and the remainder of the sentence made it sound like a command rather than a request.
Kate turned slowly on the spot.
'Could you walk back and forth a few times so I can see how it moves on you.'
Kate complied, masking her annoyance with a subtle if not slightly resentful smile.
'You really are quite beautiful and you're quite right. I think they would suit me very nicely.' Victoria deep almost sultry tone suggested that her sentiment was quite genuine.
After a moment or two of careful contemplation Victoria continued,
