I had to go to the department store.I had to go to the department store. My supply of shirts had become just about exhausted, and a sale was in progress. Might as well stock up, I thought. At the counter was a rather attractive saleswoman. About 34, she was on the tall side (5'11" or so) with a medium build, and dark hair. It wasn't her physical appearance that attracted me, though; it was a necklace she was wearing - a necklace worn only by members of Select, an organization of sexually liberated people. On the end of the pendant was a tiny paddle - the Select sign for people who have a special interest in bondage and discipline. An involuntary shudder went through me when I saw it. I hadn't seen one in years. "That's a rather attractive necklace you're wearing," I said to her in as normally conversational a tone as I could muster. She looked up in surprise. "Thank you," she replied. "It's got a very special significance to me". My mind raced. Should I venture another step? "Yes, I know". I had decided. But should I continue? The decision was made for me. "How do you know what significance a necklace might have to me," she asked in an even, level tone. "We've never met." Here goes. "It looks like a Select necklace," I replied. "Indeed it is," she said. "And do you know what special significance THIS Select necklace has?" "It's the sign of dominance", I answered. I lowered my eyes, as I was expected to do when a contact of this type was made. "And do you know what it means when you tell me of your knowledge of this necklace?" she questioned. "Yes, mistress. It means that I now belong to you. You have the right to order me to do your bidding, and to punish me at your whim. I am obliged to obey you, and I accept this obligation willingly." "That is correct," she answered. My new mistress made a quick note on a small piece of paper and handed it to me. "Be at this address tomorrow night at 9PM. I want you to be wearing only shoes, a shirt, and pants - nothing else. |