Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2007 12:32:58 -0800 (PST)
From: catherinemadison@yahoo.com
Subject: The Chest Part I

Walking into the store, I felt an immediate sense of relief.  There was a
feeling of community, connectivity and...warmth.  Sounds odd for a sex toy
shop, I know.  When you spend so much time in the `real world' hiding the
things that are the most important to you in life, spending even a small
amount of time in a place where people understand is an amazing feeling.

I walked in behind my Mistress, of course.  Chivalry was not dead, at least
not to me, even if our relationship wasn't what it was.  The front of the
store was filled with adornments for even the kinkiest of appetites.
Patent leather corsets with spikes jutting out from all sides, high heels
that came to equally sharp points at both the toe and the heel, and masks.
Masks reminiscent of Mardi Gras with a dark side.  Masks that could have
been used in WWII for keeping various biochemicals out of one's lungs.
Masks that were meant to enhance all of the other senses that they were not
designed to completely shut down.  I could have spent hours touching each
of the garments.  Feeling their rigidity against my fingertips, feeling the
sharpness of each stud and the softness of every strip of velvet.

My Mistress made a slow but determined line for the back of the store.
These types of stores are all very different, but the layouts are almost
always the same.  Benign items up front and increasing in intensity as you
walk towards the rear.  I wanted this feeling to last, so I walked much
slower than she, tugging on her shirt slightly to keep her near me.  The
first few minutes were always the most intense.  There was so much input
that I felt like my brain almost couldn't capture it all at once.  I laced
my fingers with hers and wound the fingers of my free hand through the
straps of the straight jacket that was hanging just above my head.  I'd
never worn one of those before.  I wondered briefly if I'd even like it and
then I chuckled softly to myself.  Of course I'd like it.  Bound and
completely at the charge of my Mistress?  Yes, please.

Behind us a voice spoke in our general direction.

"Welcome to The Chest.  Do you need any help finding anything?" the woman
behind the counter said.

We both turned around toward the direction of the voice.  Behind the
counter was a very average looking woman in her features, but upon brief
further study her affectation presented much differently.  This woman
mandated respect with neither her words nor her actions.  Her posture, her
professional yet borderline aloof expression and her adornments spoke for
her...with a stern tone.  I immediately lowered my eyes as my Mistress
approached her counter.  She offered her hand and introduced herself.

"My name is Anne.  And this is my pet, Amanda."

My Mistress ran her fingers from the top of my head down to my cheek as she
introduced me.  Her actions were not encouraging me to speak, but
acknowledging my presence in the room.  It was that type of attention, that
kindness amidst an obvious class structure, that kept me in an almost
continuous state of wetness for her.  She was not your typical Domme.  It
wasn't about her telling me to behave or punishing me for no reason.  It
wasn't about silly games like spanking me and having me count or any other
S&M bargain book instructions.  It was deeper and more true.  It was about
she and I and my need for affirmation of a job done well and her level of
needing to know I lived to please her.

"My name is Mistress Veronica.  It's a pleasure to meet you both."  She
released my Mistress's hand and placed her finger beneath my chin, lifting
my face gently.  I raised my eyes and looked at her and she smiled warmly.

"Welcome."

My cheeks went crimson at her attention and I smiled slightly and whispered
a thank you to her, before lowering my eyes again.  She brushed the side of
her finger against my cheek before returning her hand to the counter and
picking up the pen she had been writing with.

"If you have any questions, feel free to ask.  I'm working on next month's
newsletter so I would welcome the distraction" Mistress Veronica said to us
as we continued browsing the store.

I walked among the racks of leather and steel and inhaled deeply, filling
my mind with the scent of sex and sweat and want.  Ahead of me my Mistress
was holding a long deep purple dress against herself and looking into the
full length mirror.  It had an overlay of black lace and a corseted top
with hook and eye clasps running down the full length of the front.  My
eyes must have given away my excitement because she smiled at me in the
mirror with a knowing grin.  She turned to me and told me she would be
trying it on and I nodded, eager to see her enrobed in such a deep color
and such a tight bodice.

She spoke over my shoulder in the direction of the front desk.

"Would you mind watching her, Mistress Veronica?  I'd like to spend some
time with this gorgeous dress and having her in the fitting room with me
would take away my utter pleasure at her expression when she sees the
complete ensemble."

"Of course.  She will be just fine here with me.  Let me send one of our
associates back to assist you.  Take your time and I'll amuse myself with
your pet if you permit me." Mistress Veronica replied.  I stood there, a
very wet pronoun, listening to the classic and refined way that the two
Dommes were speaking to each other, including me as an object only.

Mistress Veronica walked out from behind the counter and I got my first
glimpse at her in her entirety.  I brought my gaze up from it's usual
position on the floor and hoped I could do so without being noticed.  In
full view she had an average body type, average length hair, pretty face
but nothing as beautiful as my Mistress.  Her wardrobe consisted of a full
length skirt of yards and yards of black fabric and a black corseted top
tied up the length of the back with a dark red lacing.  Only as she walked
across the room could I see that she had high, but not obscenely high,
heels on underneath all those layers of fabric.  Her skin that was exposed
was a rich tanned color, with a flawless sheen.  I traced the path of one
of her shoulders down past her wrists to her hands and saw flawlessly
manicured nails in an exact match to the lace of the corset.  She walked
with perfect grace and elegance as though practiced, but it was obvious
practice was not necessary.

My Mistress leaned into my ear, startling me.  "See anything you like,
sweetheart?"

Flustered, I lowered my eyes quickly and wet my lips before speaking.  "She
is lovely, Mistress, but only you are truly captivating to me."

"You have excellent taste, pet," she said laughingly.  Mistress Veronica
who was also listening to the conversation chuckled softly and I could tell
they were exchanging knowing looks.

Mistress Veronica pulled on a thick braided cord that was between two of
the clothing racks and a deep bell was heard throughout the store.  A
curtain parted that I hadn't noticed near the rear of the store and a naked
woman stepped through.  I looked in her direction and at first glance I
could see her only adornment a small black ball gag.  It was not like the
ones I was accustomed to, because it lacked any type of tie or band.  It
was just the ball and she held it firmly in place with her teeth.  My
Mistress looked at the gag and then at me and arched her brow.  I knew that
sometime soon, I would know exactly how hard that was to do.  The girl's
hands were behind her and although a usual pose for a submissive, I could
see the glint of steel binding them together as she walked past me.  I
thought to myself that she must be good, but not that good, if she has to
be bound by handcuffs.  When she reached Mistress Veronica she knelt and
lowered her head completely.

"Black, please take Mistress Kristen into the fitting room and see to her
needs." She said as she reached into her pocket for a small set of keys.
Black turned while still kneeling and Mistress Veronica undid her binds,
handing both the cuffs and the keys to my Mistress.

"When she's done of service to you..." Her voice trailed off, knowing that
it wasn't necessary to continue instruction.  My Mistress would know
exactly what to do and when.

Black walked over to the mirror and took the dress, draped it across her
arm and stood near the curtain holding it open, waiting for my Mistress.  I
could see beyond the doorway to a large entirely mirrored room, which I
could tell only doubled as a fitting room when necessary.  My mistress
pressed her lips to my cheek and looked at me briefly.  I must have
displayed a hint of nervousness at our separation because she kissed me
deeply on the mouth.  "Mine" was all she said before she disappeared into
the back with Black trailing behind.

As they both disappeared behind the curtain another naked woman emerged and
stood in front of the doorway.  I was amazed at how similar she was in
features to Black and thought briefly that they might be twins.  The only
difference was that her gag was Blue and her hair seemed to be just a bit
darker.  I assumed that she was there to keep other patrons from imposing
on my Mistress and it was confirmed when Mistress Veronica said "Good girl,
Blue."

"Now, lovely pet Amanda...come over to my desk and keep me company while I
deal with the drudgery of owning a store like this," Mistress Veronica said
to me as she made her way back to the counter.