“Acadia, what a pleasant surprise. It’s been too long,” she said, holding her arms open for a hug. Acadia was swept into Marie’s arms for a long hug and a passionate kiss on the lips. It was a kiss of familiarity.
“Much too long,” Marie added.
Edith watched with interest as Acadia and Marie renewed what was clearly an intimate relationship. Edith was a voyeur as she watched Acadia’s hand rest on the back of Marie’s dress as she cupped the older woman’s buttocks in the same casual manner as she handled Edith. Acadia made no effort to conceal her caress and Marie showed no embarrassment in being handled in such an overt manner.
The long-time friends walked together towards the back of the shop. There were no display racks, just a few mannequins with what looked like very expensive cocktail wear or brocade suits and some in the rear of the store wearing elaborate hand beaded wedding dresses.
A younger woman with smooth short blonde haircut was sitting at a small round table resting against the back wall, sipping tea. She was wearing a black leather skirt and tight thigh high boots with stiletto heels. To Edith, she looked exactly like the Dommes she pictured in her mind when she did her research. The woman took a sip of her tea before looking up with disinterest to see Acadia and Marie, with Edith in tow.
“Hello Acadia,” the blonde said, though it was an icy greeting. Her eyes went to Marie’s hand in Acadia’s before she went back to take another sip of her tea, breaking eye contact with Acadia before she could reply. Edith wondered why Acadia ignored the cold shoulder.
“Hello Andrea,” Acadia said, though Andrea was paying no attention. Edith saw there was no love lost between these two women. There was clearly history between them.
Marie took Acadia by the hand while looking at Edith up and down as if she was noticing her for the first time. Marie’s brow furrowed.
“So, Acadia, you’ve brought in another one, dear? You seem to have such a talent for finding these… uhh… challenged women.”
Marie pursed her lips when she saw the clothes Edith was wearing. Edith thought they were fashionable. She was wrong. They screamed “tax accountant.”
Acadia let out a long sigh of disappointment, though she was anything but.
“Yes Marie, I seem to attract the needy ones. I brought this one in for your evaluation, and she obviously needs a new wardrobe.”
Acadia then addressed Edith as if she was Acadia’s personal assistant. “Honey, give her your gold card — I’m sure you have one.”
Edith’s face was red as she looked in her purse. She handed the shop owner the credit card from her wallet without making eye contact. Acadia already knew her too well.
Marie smiled. It was the same Acadia, who once was Marie’s trainer.
Marie smiled and took the card. “Yes, let’s begin, we have another bridal party fitting upstairs now. Dear, step up on the low platform by the mirrors.”
Edith moved onto the low riser, with her back to the mirrors. Marie stepped closer and casually unbuttoned Edith’s dress without asking, smiling as she saw she was almost naked under it. She slipped it off her and tossed it aside, leaving Edith standing in heels and panties as she took pictures from all angles.
Marie eyes went askew. “Stop holding your breath,” she said to Edith. “Relax, let your tummy out. We need to see your flaws so we can work around them.”
Edith sighed to herself and stopped holding in her stomach and keeping her chest out.
Acadia spoke up and interrupted. “Actually, Marie, I think this one needs her flaws pointed out and then accentuated, she is way too full of herself I think.”
Marie nodded. Again, without asking, Marie woman ran her hands over the younger woman’s body, feeling the shape of Edith’s belly and breasts, pushing her thighs apart, stroking her mound in her panties then sliding them down to her ankles. She delivered her pronouncement.
“Well, clearly, nicely shaped breasts for someone her age but small, with small nipples, a bit of a belly on her, too many donuts perhaps, wide hips shaky ass and thighs pressing together. Hardly a sexy young 20-something.”
Acadia circled Edith and looked at the sub up and down. “So instead of concealing her flaws, help me show them off. What do you suggest?”
Edith had to stand still, naked, reflected in all the mirrors, as Marie and Acadia looked her over and ignored her blushing. Andrea was still at her table, drinking tea, and trying not to watch.
Marie put her slender fingers on her chin. “I think we accentuate her curves; a padded bra will remind her she is inadequate and you want her to show more curves, when she is dressed; small g string panties will make her belly and ass look bigger and her thighs heavier, short pleated skirts will show off her ass and look a little ridiculous on someone her age at the same time, and if we use a fitted bodice like a corset in her dresses it will keep them from being loose and comfortable and accent her new padded bras. And of course all the bras with a front closure for easy access, and dresses with front buttons all the way down.”
Marie spoke from experience. She too went through the same ritual that Edith was going to shortly go through as a woman late to BDSM. Marie had divorced her French husband at age thirty-five. Acadia discovered her as a divorcee and introduced her to lesbian sex, Acadia style, which was her way. Acadia helped Marie discover she was submissive. Like many of her subs, Acadia eventually tired of Marie and let her go. Andrea was Marie’s current Domme. Hence the jealousy when Marie coddled with Acadia.
Acadia was proud of her former submissive. She had her own shop now and catered to persons of Acadia’s taste in both fashion and sex. Marie had escaped from a loveless marriage, and Acadia bore no resentment to Andrea because it was Acadia’s decision to let Marie go. But the reverse wasn’t true. Marie could never forget her first trainer, who introduced her to the joys of lesbian sex and submission. Andrea could see it in her eyes. Jealousy was a powerful emotion.
Acadia voiced full agreement with Marie’s assessment.
“Sounds good, take her measurements and make up a selection of things for her, when I take her home we can collect her other clothing to donate somewhere.” The shop owner went over Edith with a tape measure, taking down the data on a small notepad, with her hands all over Edith’s body, touching every part of the submissive’s body as she studied it.
Marie jotted a few figures on a new page of her notepad.
“Ah, let’s see, with your usual discount, it looks like $2,250 for her new clothing. Shall I put it on her gold card?”
Acadia was told there would be a bridal party there when they showed up. She could hear muffled voices coming from the room upstairs.
“Absolutely,” Acadia answered. “And while she’s here, do you think she could entertain that bridal party? Has the Champagne started flowing up there?”
Marie nodded. “Mimosas all morning. They’re feeling no pain. I think she might be amusing for them.” She paused and gave a mischievous smile. “Let me think for a moment about how to dress her.”
Edith was still standing naked in heels, trying to keep her eyes straight ahead. Inspired, Marie handed Edith a tiny piece of fabric.
“Put on this thong and let me give you some flowers.”
It was awkward and embarrassing to have to struggle into the small tight thong as they watched. Edith felt even more exposed wearing a wisp of material that covered nothing. Andrea suppressed a giggle, though she pretended not to be watching. The shop owner came back with a band of flowers laced together, draping it over Edith’s shoulders to hang over her breasts like a feather boa. She had a dark red lipstick, that she applied first to Edith’s mouth and then to her nipples. Marie stood back to admire her handiwork.
“Now, she looks like she could entertain them.”
Edith turned to the mirror, to see herself looking foolish, not sultry. The stems of the decorative flowers were itchy, the small hot pink thong made her belly look more prominent and her ass look bigger, and the high heels left no doubt that Edith was a slut available for use. Andrea put aside her petty jealousy and joined the party. She brought Edith a well-used leather dog collar and fitted it around her neck, then attached a chromed leash. Acadia took up the end of the leash and gave it a gentle tug, telling Edith she should follow her Domme up the stairs. Marie stayed behind with Andrea.
At the top of the stairs, Acadia slipped a rhinestone trimmed blindfold over Edith’s eyes.
“I don’t think these girls are ready for eye contact with a slut, yet. Just do as I tell you and learn about yourself.”
Acadia opened the door to an oversize fitting room and the trainer, and her sub stepped out into a flurry of voices, laughing young women there to get a bride and bridesmaids dresses. The bride, Carson Simpson, was trying on a strapless wedding dress that highlighted her deep cleavage. Her bridesmaids, already on their third pitcher of mimosas, were whooping it up because of Carson’s overly racy wedding dress. The laughing abruptly stopped as Acadia and Edith were greeted with dead silence as the women saw that Edith was dressed as a caricature of a cheap slut. Edith felt a tug on her collar as Acadia pulled the leash sharply to direct her to the middle of the large room, leashed and blindfolded.
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