Which image was really her?
The Mirror Image
Long days and longer nights played havoc with her sleep pattern. After long hours of work she was too wired to go to bed early; so her hours were spent doing research on the internet. Of course many hours were lost because of optional links that led down all sorts of paths. Clara enjoyed the sidebars but by the time she was done it was extremely late and over-tiredness or caffeine overload set in. So late night or early morning walks became an escape as well as a means of tiring her out. By the time she returned home, she was almost too tired to undress. Sometimes she just fell into bed moments before her alarm clock pulled her back into the real world.
Examination fever was taking over the school. Worried students were more likely to lash out with angry words at one another. Even the teaching staff showed signs of stress, while nervous energy had them yelling more and short in patience. Clara looked forward to the semester break following the exams. Sure, marking the examination papers would take up much of her time; but she would make use of those hours when sleep eluded her. If the truth be known Clara liked the power she wielded with her marking pen. She liked any periods of total control. Interruptions could be limited unlike her normal school day when anything and everything seemed to conspire against her and her prepared lessons.
Maybe a change of pace might relax her. Clara decided to pay a visit to 'Coffee, Cake and Kink,' the kinky cafe and gallery in West London. This comfy basement coffee lounge provided a lot more than coffee and cake. For starters the people there were just like her, as well as providing photo exhibitions, erotic art, gifts, music and kinky magazines to help pass the time. On previous visits Clara had made some quick friends and wanted to spend more time with them. She knew that her shyness at times could be misconstrued as snobbery. So this visit she would be forward and outgoing. With this in mind she headed for her wardrobe to select suitable attire.
Ninety minutes later she was on her way. From the black boots all the way up to the lacy see through blouse, Clara was stunning. The black leather skirt fitted her like a glove. Black stockings and garter belt gave her that I-got-a-secret glow. The push up bra made her breasts look like two melons on a plate. The exaggerated sway of her hips and jiggle of her breasts attracted interest from both men and women. Clara smugly enjoyed the excitement, but knew it was just a precursor to what lay ahead of her.
The cafe was hidden below street level, so one had to know what they were looking for to find it. It must have been an old warehouse because the floor space was massive. Giant untreated beams supported the twenty foot ceilings and the track lighting which made parts as bright as day while other sections were as dark as a dungeon. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation. There were some vacant tables towards the serving area, so Clara headed over that way- paying particular attention to the two's and three's seating as she strode confidently through the maze. A waitress was at her side with menu in hand before she took her seat. The serving staff wore very revealing uniforms. In fact they may have been naked for all the covering the flimsy material provided. The leather collar was the next thing she noticed- Clara made special note to look at the selection in the sales area before she left today. The waitress kept her eyes cast to the ground when she handed her the menu. Wanting time to make her selection, Clara ordered a glass of the house white wine. She knew it was excellent quality, but more to the point it would help settle her jittery nerves.
In the end Clara had the specials of the day so she could concentrate on observing all her dinner companions. It was surprising to her just how many people had black outfits on. Unsurprising was the open display of flesh. Short skirts showcased sexy long legs. See through or open tops presented a dizzying panorama of breasts and nipples. Clara loved women with dollar coin sized, dark pigmented areola similar to her own. She rarely went braless because her unfettered breasts attracted too much attention while alerting everyone to her heightened sense of arousal. Clara was just too shy to enjoy all that attention.
Clara ordered a long black; then, strawberries and cream for dessert. A short time later she called for the bill so that she could turn her attention to the photos and paintings arrayed along the walls. A series of erotic drawings took her attention. Charcoal depictions of naked women in the throes of orgasm interested her less than ones where the subject was subdued with ropes and bonds. She was especially drawn to a blindfolded female- restrained and gagged. Was this what she wanted? Unnoticed by the crowd, Clara blushed deep crimson.
A display of blindfolds, gags, leg spreaders, leather restraints, whips and floggers captivated her so much that she didn't realize someone was beside her until he spoke.
"If these interest you, then come this way- we have additional items on display. I can show you the best range of Spanish leather goods in Europe, “he continued.
This was it.
"Yes. I want to see whatever you have," blushing when she realized what she had said.
But it had no visible effect on him. He just turned and led her deeper into a darkened area of the basement. The range of items amazed Clara and had her touching each one excitedly. A blindfold took her attention- so obviously, that she nodded when asked if she wanted to try it on.
The moment it covered her eyes, a different Clara emerged. The darkness chilled her. She lost her sense of balance and had to be steadied. His hands on her took her to another level. Fear and a sense of displacement overtook her. She tore it off to the amusement of the assistant.
Unperturbed he took leather wrist cuffs and proffered them to her- she raised her hands and he attached one and then the other. Before Clara could dissent he had placed a leather collar around her neck- it was a leather slave collar fully lined and edged with a soft clothing hide. She decided to buy it immediately. Then before she could suggest he undo the cuffs, he had inserted a ball gag into her slightly open mouth. Now that she could not make a noise, a deeper fear settled over Clara. This fear seemed well founded when a chain was attached to the collar and the blindfold was replaced. Each invasion unsettled Clara, heightening her fear. Rough hands dragged her leather skirt up and her black thong down. Clara's words were lost in the gag. It wasn't supposed to be like this. She had only wanted to look and maybe buy some toys to be used in the privacy and safety of her home.
The hands were back- this time they reached under her leather skirt, while fingers hooked around her black thong, dragging it down her legs and off. She was turned around roughly; hands forced her to bend over so a plug could be inserted into her ass. Pain almost doubled her over. Tears streamed down her face. Clara tried to stay perfectly still, because the slightest movement sent waves of pain through her body. She couldn't cover herself. Her body was open for all to see. The worst part was the wetness between her legs. Clara knew her arousal was there for all to see. Her outer lips would be puffy and gaping. She tried to close her legs to cover her nakedness. In the instant she realized her legs were free, it was too late; cuffs were attached to her ankles. Mercifully she could still keep her legs squeezed together to cover herself.
The hands came back again, forcing her legs apart increasing her humiliation. A bar was inserted between her legs, making it impossible for her to close them. Clara prayed they would not mark her favorite black boots. Pain invaded her body from every direction. She tried to balance herself, but when the chain was dragged instantly Clara stumbled forward with no option but to go where she was being lead. There was barely time for her fear to turn to terror, before she was shoved against a wall. Another chain was passed through her arm cuffs then drawn up above her head. Clara was unable to move without her restraints chaffing her flesh. The buttons of her blouse were undone and her push-up bra was pulled away so that clamps could be affixed to her nipples. She cried out in pain. Her muscles were stretched taut and every fiber of her body screamed out for this to end. But the next indignity was worse than all the previous. With the spreader in place, Clara was unable to protect herself from prying fingers. An implement was shoved into her vagina- it was hard and cold but no worse than any of her own vibrators. The indignity was- it was done to her by other people against her will! But was it against her will? Wasn't this exactly why she had come here alone today?
Clara was torn out of her thoughts when the implement began to pulse, then vibrate. When it stopped suddenly she was unsure whether she wanted that or not. Then, without warning the throbbing started again. Clara tried to close her legs but she could not move an inch in any direction. Instead more delicious sensations coursed through her body. She had two alternatives- fight every intrusion, or just settle back and go with the flow. If the truth be known- deep down she had enjoyed every moment so far. The fears she experienced were manageable as long as she didn't panic. Snap! Snap! Oh God! They were taking photos. She heard the whirr of a video camera starting up. Someone was filming her. What if the photos were seen by anyone from her school? She would be dismissed instantly. The humiliation would be unbearable. She would have to leave her bed sitter. This community was so small and rumors would spread like wild fire. Her life as she knew it would be over. The implement started pulsing and Clara was sent over the edge. Her orgasm washed over her. She felt indestructible- she felt vibrant.
As she slumped against the chains- they gave suddenly. The cuffs around her wrists were removed; blood began to flow through the sore muscles. Clara thought she heard steps moving away into the distance. She dragged on the chain, which gave way instantly. Clara was able to free her hands. She dragged the blindfold away and saw she was in a darkened area like a dungeon. The nipple clamps were the first to go- they scratched her reddened nipples. Then she extracted the implement from her vagina and tore out the butt plug. The release was glorious- instantaneous. The leg restraints came away with ease. Clara straightened her clothing. Righted her bra; pulled her skirt down. But there was no sign of her thong. No matter she would enjoy the freedom and no one would know anyway.
Then she saw the photos. There were about 10 of them sitting on a bench. She looked around but there was no film. Clara sorted through the photos wondering at the images in front of her. They heightened her pleasure all over again. This was what she had wanted. She looked amazing. Her nakedness, the restraints, the blindfold - the humiliation was delicious. These photos would take a place of pride in her collection. Permanent reminders of this ground-breaking experience. Then, she saw the note and embossed bag. Everything was hers to keep. She could use the bag to carry them. A film would be mailed within the week. She could leave when she was ready. They hoped she had enjoyed her experience and would come again. A card embossed with four inch lettering, a mask and chains announced, "COFFEE, CAKE AND KINK."
The Mirror Image
Long days and longer nights played havoc with her sleep pattern. After long hours of work she was too wired to go to bed early; so her hours were spent doing research on the internet. Of course many hours were lost because of optional links that led down all sorts of paths. Clara enjoyed the sidebars but by the time she was done it was extremely late and over-tiredness or caffeine overload set in. So late night or early morning walks became an escape as well as a means of tiring her out. By the time she returned home, she was almost too tired to undress. Sometimes she just fell into bed moments before her alarm clock pulled her back into the real world.
Examination fever was taking over the school. Worried students were more likely to lash out with angry words at one another. Even the teaching staff showed signs of stress, while nervous energy had them yelling more and short in patience. Clara looked forward to the semester break following the exams. Sure, marking the examination papers would take up much of her time; but she would make use of those hours when sleep eluded her. If the truth be known Clara liked the power she wielded with her marking pen. She liked any periods of total control. Interruptions could be limited unlike her normal school day when anything and everything seemed to conspire against her and her prepared lessons.
Maybe a change of pace might relax her. Clara decided to pay a visit to 'Coffee, Cake and Kink,' the kinky cafe and gallery in West London. This comfy basement coffee lounge provided a lot more than coffee and cake. For starters the people there were just like her, as well as providing photo exhibitions, erotic art, gifts, music and kinky magazines to help pass the time. On previous visits Clara had made some quick friends and wanted to spend more time with them. She knew that her shyness at times could be misconstrued as snobbery. So this visit she would be forward and outgoing. With this in mind she headed for her wardrobe to select suitable attire.
Ninety minutes later she was on her way. From the black boots all the way up to the lacy see through blouse, Clara was stunning. The black leather skirt fitted her like a glove. Black stockings and garter belt gave her that I-got-a-secret glow. The push up bra made her breasts look like two melons on a plate. The exaggerated sway of her hips and jiggle of her breasts attracted interest from both men and women. Clara smugly enjoyed the excitement, but knew it was just a precursor to what lay ahead of her.
The cafe was hidden below street level, so one had to know what they were looking for to find it. It must have been an old warehouse because the floor space was massive. Giant untreated beams supported the twenty foot ceilings and the track lighting which made parts as bright as day while other sections were as dark as a dungeon. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation. There were some vacant tables towards the serving area, so Clara headed over that way- paying particular attention to the two's and three's seating as she strode confidently through the maze. A waitress was at her side with menu in hand before she took her seat. The serving staff wore very revealing uniforms. In fact they may have been naked for all the covering the flimsy material provided. The leather collar was the next thing she noticed- Clara made special note to look at the selection in the sales area before she left today. The waitress kept her eyes cast to the ground when she handed her the menu. Wanting time to make her selection, Clara ordered a glass of the house white wine. She knew it was excellent quality, but more to the point it would help settle her jittery nerves.
In the end Clara had the specials of the day so she could concentrate on observing all her dinner companions. It was surprising to her just how many people had black outfits on. Unsurprising was the open display of flesh. Short skirts showcased sexy long legs. See through or open tops presented a dizzying panorama of breasts and nipples. Clara loved women with dollar coin sized, dark pigmented areola similar to her own. She rarely went braless because her unfettered breasts attracted too much attention while alerting everyone to her heightened sense of arousal. Clara was just too shy to enjoy all that attention.
Clara ordered a long black; then, strawberries and cream for dessert. A short time later she called for the bill so that she could turn her attention to the photos and paintings arrayed along the walls. A series of erotic drawings took her attention. Charcoal depictions of naked women in the throes of orgasm interested her less than ones where the subject was subdued with ropes and bonds. She was especially drawn to a blindfolded female- restrained and gagged. Was this what she wanted? Unnoticed by the crowd, Clara blushed deep crimson.
A display of blindfolds, gags, leg spreaders, leather restraints, whips and floggers captivated her so much that she didn't realize someone was beside her until he spoke.
"If these interest you, then come this way- we have additional items on display. I can show you the best range of Spanish leather goods in Europe, “he continued.
This was it.
"Yes. I want to see whatever you have," blushing when she realized what she had said.
But it had no visible effect on him. He just turned and led her deeper into a darkened area of the basement. The range of items amazed Clara and had her touching each one excitedly. A blindfold took her attention- so obviously, that she nodded when asked if she wanted to try it on.
The moment it covered her eyes, a different Clara emerged. The darkness chilled her. She lost her sense of balance and had to be steadied. His hands on her took her to another level. Fear and a sense of displacement overtook her. She tore it off to the amusement of the assistant.
Unperturbed he took leather wrist cuffs and proffered them to her- she raised her hands and he attached one and then the other. Before Clara could dissent he had placed a leather collar around her neck- it was a leather slave collar fully lined and edged with a soft clothing hide. She decided to buy it immediately. Then before she could suggest he undo the cuffs, he had inserted a ball gag into her slightly open mouth. Now that she could not make a noise, a deeper fear settled over Clara. This fear seemed well founded when a chain was attached to the collar and the blindfold was replaced. Each invasion unsettled Clara, heightening her fear. Rough hands dragged her leather skirt up and her black thong down. Clara's words were lost in the gag. It wasn't supposed to be like this. She had only wanted to look and maybe buy some toys to be used in the privacy and safety of her home.
The hands were back- this time they reached under her leather skirt, while fingers hooked around her black thong, dragging it down her legs and off. She was turned around roughly; hands forced her to bend over so a plug could be inserted into her ass. Pain almost doubled her over. Tears streamed down her face. Clara tried to stay perfectly still, because the slightest movement sent waves of pain through her body. She couldn't cover herself. Her body was open for all to see. The worst part was the wetness between her legs. Clara knew her arousal was there for all to see. Her outer lips would be puffy and gaping. She tried to close her legs to cover her nakedness. In the instant she realized her legs were free, it was too late; cuffs were attached to her ankles. Mercifully she could still keep her legs squeezed together to cover herself.
The hands came back again, forcing her legs apart increasing her humiliation. A bar was inserted between her legs, making it impossible for her to close them. Clara prayed they would not mark her favorite black boots. Pain invaded her body from every direction. She tried to balance herself, but when the chain was dragged instantly Clara stumbled forward with no option but to go where she was being lead. There was barely time for her fear to turn to terror, before she was shoved against a wall. Another chain was passed through her arm cuffs then drawn up above her head. Clara was unable to move without her restraints chaffing her flesh. The buttons of her blouse were undone and her push-up bra was pulled away so that clamps could be affixed to her nipples. She cried out in pain. Her muscles were stretched taut and every fiber of her body screamed out for this to end. But the next indignity was worse than all the previous. With the spreader in place, Clara was unable to protect herself from prying fingers. An implement was shoved into her vagina- it was hard and cold but no worse than any of her own vibrators. The indignity was- it was done to her by other people against her will! But was it against her will? Wasn't this exactly why she had come here alone today?
Clara was torn out of her thoughts when the implement began to pulse, then vibrate. When it stopped suddenly she was unsure whether she wanted that or not. Then, without warning the throbbing started again. Clara tried to close her legs but she could not move an inch in any direction. Instead more delicious sensations coursed through her body. She had two alternatives- fight every intrusion, or just settle back and go with the flow. If the truth be known- deep down she had enjoyed every moment so far. The fears she experienced were manageable as long as she didn't panic. Snap! Snap! Oh God! They were taking photos. She heard the whirr of a video camera starting up. Someone was filming her. What if the photos were seen by anyone from her school? She would be dismissed instantly. The humiliation would be unbearable. She would have to leave her bed sitter. This community was so small and rumors would spread like wild fire. Her life as she knew it would be over. The implement started pulsing and Clara was sent over the edge. Her orgasm washed over her. She felt indestructible- she felt vibrant.
As she slumped against the chains- they gave suddenly. The cuffs around her wrists were removed; blood began to flow through the sore muscles. Clara thought she heard steps moving away into the distance. She dragged on the chain, which gave way instantly. Clara was able to free her hands. She dragged the blindfold away and saw she was in a darkened area like a dungeon. The nipple clamps were the first to go- they scratched her reddened nipples. Then she extracted the implement from her vagina and tore out the butt plug. The release was glorious- instantaneous. The leg restraints came away with ease. Clara straightened her clothing. Righted her bra; pulled her skirt down. But there was no sign of her thong. No matter she would enjoy the freedom and no one would know anyway.
Then she saw the photos. There were about 10 of them sitting on a bench. She looked around but there was no film. Clara sorted through the photos wondering at the images in front of her. They heightened her pleasure all over again. This was what she had wanted. She looked amazing. Her nakedness, the restraints, the blindfold - the humiliation was delicious. These photos would take a place of pride in her collection. Permanent reminders of this ground-breaking experience. Then, she saw the note and embossed bag. Everything was hers to keep. She could use the bag to carry them. A film would be mailed within the week. She could leave when she was ready. They hoped she had enjoyed her experience and would come again. A card embossed with four inch lettering, a mask and chains announced, "COFFEE, CAKE AND KINK."
