You Agree To Speak With The Mistress

I hesitate for a second. Last time I saw her, I fainted on site. And I still remember that she holds all the cards. After all, she did find me in the midst of...in the midst of a sex act in her store. What is she tries to **** me? But, still....

I not slowly in reply to the sales girl's question. She gives me a warm smile back. As nervous as I am, I find I can't help but smile back. But, by the time she saunters away, I'm chewing on my lower lip. Near me, I find my glasses folded neatly, and yet I don't see my clothes anywhere.

The door opens. I expected her to be wearing the same powerful suit as before. But, instead she comes in looking more like my mental image of a domme who owns a sex shop. A risque red leather corset with a noticeable gap with laces that run right down the middle of her chest, tight fitting red pants, that show off her ample behind, and knee length red leather high heeled boots that make me shake with every step.

The saleswoman follows in behind her, keeping a perfect lock step pace. When she turns towards me, the sales lady falls to her knees, eyes transfixed on the floor in front of her. I'd never seen someone so perfectly...subdued.