Try Them On

"I think it'd be better if I see how they fit," you say.

Anna smiles at you and quirks her eyebrows.

"A woman who takes charge. I like that," she says. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's see how you look."

Anna brings out several outfits for you to try on. A teddy, a bustier and corset, a full sheer body stocking. With each outfit, she delicately helps you in and out of them. You feel her fingers brushing against you. Touching your shoulders. Your neck. Your thighs. You tremble at each flicker of her fingertips against your skin.

A few more outfits and heartbreaking teasing and you have found your desired outfit for the evening.

You stare at yourself in the body length mirror. You are in a fishnet body stocking, with thigh high black vinyl boots. The black silk panties cover most of your ass, though the barest amount of cheek protrudes from beneath the hem. A black leather corset adorns your middle and a black silk bra underneath the body stocking completes the ensemble.

"Mmm...that's it, girl," Anna says.

"Really?" you say as modestly as possible.

"Sometimes the less you show, the more they want to take it off."

"Really?" you say again, blushing somewhat this time.

"Trust me. I do."

You giggle, "You're just saying that."

"Oh no, girl," she insists, "I'm even willing to deep discount to prove it."

"How deep," you sheepishly ask.

"Deep," Anna says with a stern look in her eyes.