Best Served Cold

"Will that be all Miss?" the Sales lady asked as she finished scanning the last item.

"It will be for now...unless you happen to have a riding crop...I'm planning on having a bit of fun with a few old acquaintances." Felicia said with a devious smile and handed the sales lady her credit card.

She finished at the sales counter and laughed as she peered into the bag. An amazing set of thigh high leather boots, an underbust corset and sexy black lace bra, and a sexy lace thong were its contents and she had very special plans for them.

Felicia looked at herself in one of the many full length mirrors that adorned the shop and was pleased. How far she had come.

She used to be a heavyset and rather homely looking girl who never wore makeup or clothing that fit. She was made fun of in high school because she was a bigger girl, and the only guys that had ever dated her had just wanted to get laid. Even after high school Felica still hadn't blossomed into who she knew she was supposed to be. So she made the decision to move to a place that no one knew her and start over. It had really paid off. Her 5'7" frame was lovely at 120lbs. She had toned her body into a piece of art than any sculptor would appreciate. Her DD's were the perfect offset to her tiny waist and superbly shapely hips. She smoothed her long dark brown hair and applied a bit more lipstick to her lips, admiring her stunning cheekbones and deep set eyes that sparkled like dark, mischievous jewels. Even in the past few years as she was trying to reinvent herself here in this new place, Felicia had been taken advantage of by several men, she was tired of it, and it was time to get even.

She now owned her own home, had a successful fashion boutique store and wrote for several fashion magazines on a regular basis. She had beauty and money in spades, and was going to use those to help gain her . She had built her basement with a collection of devices. Not to them for the sake of pain, but to make them beg for what they wanted, they had to grovel to her now. But who wouldn't want to grovel at the feet of someone that looked the way she did now.

She went home and unpacked her new outfit in the basement and looked around, admiring her creativity...