Yes, but seeing the shop you kind of wish you hadn’t:

The bus took you out of the suburbs of Bendhover and down into the more tightly packed streets downtown. You hadn’t really spent a lot of time in this area, admittedly. There wasn’t a whole lot of reason for you to be there before, mostly the streets were lined with bars and a few businesses crammed into the bottoms of hotels and apartment buildings that you were fairly certain you would never be able to afford in your life. Following the map on your phone you walk from the bus station, trying your best to just blend into the background.

You turn a street and see a glass storefront across the street, in the window are mannequins dressed up in skimpy lingerie, the sign above the door has “Black Sheet Apparel” underlined by a pair of handcuffs. You glance at the bar across from it and can see it’s pretty busy, but you don’t think anyone is paying attention to you. So you cross the street and quickly push the door open to slip inside.

The door chimes as you open it, inside the room is lit dimly, lingerie on racks lines the walls around you near the door, but you can see the further into the store the lace gives way to latex, near the back of the store you can see another section that your pretty sure is filled with sex toys.

Where the hell did Krista send me to you think, and are about to slip back out, fully ready to message the shop owner that you needed to back out. But you freeze when you hear the click clack of high heels, as a woman walks into view. She has a clear latex dress on, with pasties and black latex panties underneath. You can see she is definitely sweating in it, but the droplets make the dress just that much more enticing. You find yourself looking up at her as she comes to a stop in front of you.

“Everly Thrust,” she says looking you up and down, “I trust your trip here wasn’t too unpleasant?”

You manage to pry your eyes from her chest and make eye contact, there is a smirk on her face, and you get the feeling that you won't be able to leave now even if you try.

“Umm, no. I got here alright, thank you.” You stutter through your words, you aren’t sure if it’s just the way she’s dressed, or the tone of her voice, but you can’t help but feel intimidated.

“Good, now, you haven’t been in before I’m assuming, but from now on, when you address me you will say Mistress. Am I clear?”

“Yes,” you pause then quickly add “I mean yes Mistress.”

“Good girl,” she turns and starts walking towards the back of the store, “Come along Everly, gotta get you ready for the photo shoot.” She called out as she stopped by a door to the back, “Hana, I’m gonna get the model ready, are you able to take care of things up here?”

You watch, with no small degree of horror, as Hana comes out of the sex toy section. She is wearing a black latex catsuit, with a stiff red miniskirt on top, that wouldn’t cover anything if not for the catsuit. She pauses when she sees you, a smile slowly spreading over her face.

“Yes I can Mistress, please take good care of Everly, we used to go to school together.”

“Is that so?” she turned to you, expectantly waiting for you to speak up.

You nod, “Yes mistress.”

She looks at you a moment longer, then seemingly unsatisfied with you answer turns back to Hana, “Was Everly a friend of yours in school? Or was he one of the assholes?”

“Hmmm, we didn’t talk very much in school, Mistress,” Hana walks over, she’s even taller than the shop owner, “I guess I didn’t have you figured out after all.” She says looking over you hungrily.

“I- it’s a long story,” you say looking at the floor.

You feel Hana’s gloved hand gently touch your chin, lifting your face to look at her, “It’s a long story, Miss,” she says, emphasizing the word, then waiting for you to correct yourself.

“It’s a long story, Miss.”

“Good girl. And don’t worry, I’m sure we can find a moment to go over that long story,” She pulls her hand away, “I’m sure Everly will make an excellent model, Mistress.”

“Good, I’ll leave you to manage things up here then.” The owner said, then opened the door and gestured for you to follow her in.

The back of the store wasn’t exactly like you expected, sure there were a few shelves that were covered in boxes of merchandise, and a work area where it looked like the Mistress was making lingerie. But the whole back room was designed to look sleek, and almost like a showroom more so than a place to keep overstocked items.

“So, I have a few items and articles of clothes I need modeled for the shop, I’ll take your measurements first, and have you rinse off while I collect all the merchandise. Do you have any questions?”

“Yeah, what will I be trying out? And where is the shower?”

She waits for a moment, arching an eyebrow as she looks at you.

“Oh, sorry,” you repeat your questions, this time remembering to say Mistress.

“There is a large variety of things I want modeled, so there really isn’t any reason to list them all off, I don’t think you would know what I’m talking about just based on their names. But most of it is made in house, the rest is from reputable vendors who I have met. As to the shower,” she points to the corner of the room.

Looking over you can see a black shower head, a knob to control the water, and a drain in the floor. There are no walls for privacy.

“Let’s get to it, strip, you can leave your clothes on the bench by the wall.” She walks over to the workstation, grabbing a pen, paper, and a fabric tape measure, then turns back to face you, arms crossed as she waits.

You fidget a little, then when you realize she isn’t planning to give you any privacy for this, start pulling off the outfit, starting with the face mask.

Soon you’re standing naked, hands covering your crotch as you try to look anywhere but at the woman.

“Good, smooth and hairless, that will save us a few steps. Arms to your side, and stand up straight, now.” She says, walking over to you.

You take a breath and do as she says.

“Good girl, now, I’m going to take your measurements. If at any moment you are starting to feel too uncomfortable just say Emerald, and we’ll stop. But know if I have to stop too many times then it will affect your pay.”

“Yes Mistress,” you say, wondering to yourself if this was worth the money.

“Good, now hold still,” she says, starting to take measurements, pausing to write them down between each one. It starts normal enough, but when she has gotten most of what you expect from a fitting, she slides her foot between yours, “Spread your legs,” she says, forcing your legs apart with her own. Then she crouches down. You feel her wrap the tape measure around your dick, which immediately starts to harden at her touch.

“Sorry Mistress,” you mumble, face going red.

“Don’t be, I need to measure you when you're hard as well,” she writes down the first measurement, waits a moment, then seeming to have decided you aren’t getting hard enough, she grabs your dick and pumps her hand a few times until you’ve fully hardened. Then she takes two more measurements.

You’re sure that was probably all she needed, and try to close your legs again, but she grabs your ankles and pulls your legs back to where they had been. Then without saying anything resumes taking measurements, you feel her run the tape from just under your balls back to your asshole. Then she stands, walking around you looking you over like a piece of meat.

“Okay, go take a shower. You probably won't be an exact fit for everything I have, but it will be good to show what some of this looks like even if it isn’t tailored to the wearer,” She turners and walks back out into the store, letting the door slowly swing close on it’s own, you take a few steps, trying to get out of line of sight.

You sigh, glancing at your clothes as you consider just making a run for it. But you know you need the money, so you walk to the shower.

The water comes out and is warm almost immediately, you start rinsing off, using some of the body wash that’s there. To your dismay it smells very fruity and feminine.