Fear: The Aphrodisiac

Several days passed since Ken and I conspired to teach Col a lesson. I went to school and acted as if nothing out of the ordinary were going on. I went to a few classes ant a t a to pto play cards. Col watched me like a hawk; the past weekend must have burned in his mind. Each time I caught him staring at me, I would twist the ring on my finger. I was reminding him that I made the rules and I could change them if I felt like it. Sometimes, he would nod in acknowledgement; other times, he would look away. I let the insulting gesture slide; I would bring him down another notch.

Red dealt the cards out and I picked them up from the table. As I started to sort through them, my cell phoang.ang. Col’s eyes widened a bit when I answered it.

“You rang? Uh huh…no, I’m playing cards. Mmmm…yeah I. R. Really? Really??? Sure…I’ll be right there. Uh huh…okay, kisses!” I hung up the phone and tossed my cards back on the table, grabbed my things and started for the parking lot. I heard Col jump up from the table and come running after me. He grabbed my backpack and halted my forward movement.

“Where are you off to so fast?” he demanded.

I ar an an eyebrow: “Excuse me? Have you forgotten who you’re talking to?”

“I’m sorry, my Goddess. It’s just that…I haven’t heard from you since Sunday and I was concerned. Are you tired of this game?” he said; he looked to see if we were overheard.

I shook my head, “What am I going to do with you?”

“Punish me, if you must. But…don’t deny me.”

“If I chose to punish you, will you do as I say? Regardless of the circumstances?”

“What do you mean?” he stammered. I meI mean…do as I say or I’ll turn you loose. No more Goddess…period.”

His faced paled, “You wouldn’t…”

“Oh hell yeah I would. Remember, you said I set the rules. Do as I say, do me. If you don’t want to play, go away.” I paused a moment to let my ultimatum sink in. I was thoroughly enjoying myself as I watched him squirm. Finally, he bowed his head.

“Yes…Goddess. It will be as you demand. I will surrender to whatever whims tickle your fancy,” he muttered.

“I will call you and let you know the night you’ll be punished for your insolence.”

I dismissed him with a wave of my hand; but I did notice a flare of anger in his eyes. I would have to get Ken to stay on his toes. I continued to the parking lot; I quickly drove to the house. I was met at the door: my backpack was jerked off my shoulder and tossed on to the couch.

I was hustled out to Ken’s truck and he practically w mew me in the passenger seat. Instead of going around to the driver’s side, he just crawled across me. Exasperated, I slapped Ken on the ass. He gunned the engine and peeled out of the driveway.

“Where the hell are we going?” I asked as I waved my hand in front of his face. He pushed it back down in my lap.

“Don’t do that-I’ll wreck the truck. I’ve been calling around and I found the perfect place and design for you,” he said mysteriously. We drove to a strip mall that I passed pretty regularly but never stopped at. He parkhe the truck and hauled me to a storefront that had no windows-just a plain brown door. At first, I thought we had walked into a bar but I was quickly proven wrong. It might have been the scantily clad mannequins that gave it away-we were inside an adult entertainment store.

A prissy-looking man waltzed up to us and looked us over. I was immediately dismissed but Ken was stripped naked by the guy’s eyes. Terrific…gay as the day is long. The prissy man spoke wi sli slight lisp, “Yes? How can I help you?” He batted his eyes at Ken; I was still being ignored.

Ken spoke up; “I’m the one who called about the outfit.” The salesman looked Ken over once more. He shook his head and sighed.

“The outfit will never fit you…you’re too manly. The outfit you called about is…how can I put this…sveltely divine.”

“Not for me, knucklehead. It’s for her,” he replied as he pushed me forward. I started to feel extremely put out. I wasn’t used to being found distasteful by anyone and the shoving had to stop. The last person who pushed and shoved me around wound up with several broken ribs; I had enough.

“Look, if ya’ll are gonna have a bitch fight, leave me out of it. I could seriously hurt the both of you without trying.” I grumbled. Ken quietly snorted and the salesman looked me over more closely. He turned me around and hummed quietly to himself.

“You could poff off the outfit,” he muttered as he unpuckered his lips. “Follow me, please.”

We followed the sales guy as he pranced to the back of the store. I mumbled under my breath to Ken, “What the hell are we doing here?”

“I told you on the phone…I found you the perfect outfit to wear when we ‘train’ Col. Now, shut up or you’ll piss off this guy,” he hissed at me.

“Oooo…I’m shaking in my boots. What’s he gonna do? Kick my ass?”

“If you don’t shut up right this second, I swear I will find the gaudiest pink thing in this place and make you wear it,” he threatened. The sales guy went behind the back counter and turned to wait for us expectantly. When we arrived at the counter, he pulled a huge box out with a flourish. He whipped the top off and we sd atd at the items inside.

The first things I noticed about the outfit were the chains. They ran up from the top of the leather corset and connected to a wide leather cuff that went around the neck. The boy shorts were also leather with a zipper down the back. There was a detachable silken train that hooked at the bottom to the corset and draped to the floor. Thigh high leather stiletto boots and three cuff style bracelets completed the ensemble. I reached out to pick up the cuffs: two for the wrists and one for the upper arm. The cuffs were engraved silver with images of swords and crossed arrows; they were solid but lightweight. The outfit was black with the train in leopard print. I carefully put the bracelets back in the box and covered my mouth with my hand; it was absolutely beautiful and perfect. I stared at Ken with wide eyes. I had been struck speechless; Ken laughed at me.

“Finally, I found a way to shut you up! Don’t bother telling me what you think…I can see it in your face. Let’s try it on!”

The priman man led us to a dressing room that had a chair. I stripped down to my t-back and reached for the boy shorts. They fit low and snug on my hips. My ass was cupped by impossibly buttery soft leather. The corset was next; “Lean forward and adjust your boobs at the top.” Ken spun me around and tightened the laces on the back of the corset. “Take a breath and let it all out,” he ordered as he pulled the laces tightere ree reached around my neck to grab the choker cuff and hooked it in the back. He fussed with the chains as I slid the cuffs in place. Finally, he attached the train and I put on the boots. We stepped out of the dressing room and moved towards the tri-fold mirror to see the effect. I was shocked…all I needed was a whip, or something, and I could pass as a dominatrix of the highest caliber. I sneered at my reflection and the sales guy gasped.

“Goodness…you almost make me wish I were straight,” he gushed. He held out his hands: a riding crop in one hand and a cat-o-nine tails whip in the other. Before I could chose one or the other, he handed me the riding crop. I faced my reflection again and snarled as I smacked the riding crop against the mirror’s frame. The men flinched and Ken dropped to his knees. I picked up my right foot from the floor and placed it on Ken’s shoulder; I forced his face to my other boot. He kissed the toe and knelt quietly as I turned to the sales guy.

“Wrap it up…I’ll take it.” I waltzed into the dressing room and I heard the sales guy whisper to Ken, “She is absolutely divine…” I smiled to myself as I changed.
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Sorry this took so long to post...storms and a research paper have caused me some headaches.

~~TBC~~ As quick as I can type.