Lady Eleanor's Collection 6: Chain Store

Story 6 - Chain Store

Julia could not stand any more of the crowds of the busy roads of central London.  For relief she stepped into a quiet side street hoping to cut through to the next set of shops she was aiming for.  She felt dissatisfied in her search through the January sales.  None of the clothes she had seen had caught her interest and she was beginning to think of giving up and going home.  She walked rather aimlessly down the side road flanked by offices and the occasional specialist shop.  A short way ahead of her, a taxi pulled up.  A woman in a dark grey business suit got out and stood on the pavement.

Julia looked at her, wondering why she just stood there, but moments later another woman stepped out, dressed completely differently.  Her hair was blonde and cut short and sharply.  She was dressed from head-to-toe in shiny black leather.  Her cropped jacket was zipped up over her large breasts and her bum was a smooth leather-coated hemisphere.  As the two women headed towards a narrower street, that looked little more than a wide alley, Julia watched in fascination.  It appeared the leathered woman was almost leading the businesswoman, whose had been distant, almost as if she was entranced.

As they turned the corner, Julia saw something drop from the businesswoman’s pocket.  Barely thinking, Julia hurried over to pick it up.  It was a pair of leather gloves.  Julia was sure the woman would want them back.  She turned into the narrow road, but the two women had disappeared from sight.  Julia knew they must have gone into one of the few doors on this street.  Julia walked along it trying to guess which one she should try.  Her thoughts of shopping had gone from her mind, she was keen to find the businesswoman; she could not admit that she was also eager to see more of her leathered companion: her boss maybe?

The narrow road was closed off by the walls of another building but in its lee was a small shop.  She wondered what business it could be in such a hidden away street.  The outside was painted all shiny black.  Over the main window written in gold it read ‘Lady Eleanor’s’.  Julia was intrigued.  She walked over and looked into the small shop window.  It contained a number of black and white photographs.  They all showed women, scantily clad or dressed in clinging, shiny clothes.  Julia blushed as she realised the shop must sell erotica, not tacky sex objects, but still, something for the broad-minded.  She recognised a blonde-haired woman in a couple of the shots, she was the one Julia had seen, this must be where she had come.  Without thinking more, Julia pushed the door open and stepped into the shop.  Inside was brightly lit and it was larger than it appeared from the outside.

Inside it seemed to be more like a small gallery with displays of life-sized sculptures resembling the photographs outside.  Mannequins dressed in a range of rubber clothes stood around the walls like sentries.  The centre of the room had a display of two women clad fully in rubber, only their eyes and lips showing from behind encasing black rubber masks.  The one standing was thrusting a large strap-on dildo into the pussy of another on all fours.  In the corner was a chair similarly made of two women, one standing locked by a two-ended dildo into the other who was kneeling.  The kneeling woman was curved over, her arms stretched to the floor, her midriff forming the seat of the chair.

Julia felt she should be shocked, but she was more intrigued.  She had seen odd modern art sculptures before, but usually aimed at gay men, what was different about these, were that they were wholly female.  However, there was something clearly about a power relationship in the exhibits, and while she was reluctant to admit it, that thought was what made her tingle.  Towards the back of the shop hung rails of rubber clothing, not just black but red, chocolate brown and other bright and dark shades.  In her mind came the message that she should ease herself into a catsuit, long boots and a mask and become like the mannequins.

Julia was stunned by the thoughts that were coming into her mind and as she looked away she noticed for the first time, sat behind a stripped wood counter was the blonde, leather-clad woman Julia had seen in the street.  She was watching Julia but said nothing, as if measuring up her reason for being there.

“Erm, ah, I found these gloves.”  Julia stuttered as she stepped up to the counter.  “The, er, woman you were with, the one in the grey suit, she dropped them.”

“Thank you, er...”  The woman said, standing to take the gloves.

“Julia, call me Julia.”

“I’m Ellie, the Lady Eleanor of the shop name.”  She smiled.

Julia felt relaxed by Ellie’s response.

“I’ll give the gloves to Michaela, she’s currently being changed out the back, so it’s best not to disturb her for the moment, until she’s finished.”

“Right.”

Julia thought briefly about Ellie’s words, Julia herself would have said ‘getting changed’, but then again, she guessed Michaela was a wealthy businesswoman, into this sort of thing, here to buy some complex rubber gear and it might need someone to help her get into it.

“So, this is all yours?”  Julia asked, curiously reluctant to leave.

For some reason, she felt pleased that she had discovered this secret place.

“Yes, do you like it?”

“It’s different.  It’s a gallery?”

“Kind of, it’s also a shop and a performance space.”

Julia did not know what to say next.

“Would you like to try something on?”  Ellie asked.  “We’re always looking for new models.  We have a show next week for customers.”

Julia blushed heavily.  The sense that she could actually dress like this, excited her more than she had realised, a hungry sensation shot through her, but she felt too embarrassed to admit it.  “Erm, no, I think I’d better be getting on.”

“Okay, thanks for dropping the gloves off.  We’d have missed those.  They’re a lovely pair.”

“Do you know where Michaela got them from?”

“Yes, I shop there too.”  Ellie said walking around to the front of the counter.  “As you might have noticed.”  She said, gesturing to her leather clothing.  “You’ll find the shop, Ashtan’s, not far from here.”  She took a business card from the counter and handed it to Julia.  “Here’s their details if you’re interested.  Tell them Lady Eleanor sent you.”

“Okay.”  Julia took the card and again felt a tingle.

She wondered what it would be to wear leather clothes like those Ellie had on.  Maybe, she told herself that that was what she had been looking for, something sexy and different.

“Here, take this too.  It’s one of our most popular items, a little thank you from Michaela for returning her gloves.”

Julia took the small, velvet covered box.  It was thin and about the size of her palm.  “Oh, it was nothing.”

“Take it anyway, a gift from me.  To a prospective customer?”

Julia laughed nervously.  “Maybe.”

“You’ll be back, Julia, don’t worry.”

Julia put the box into her jacket pocket.  “Thanks.  I’ll try Ashtan’s.  Bye.”

“See you soon.”  Lady Eleanor said as Julia walked to the door.

Julia opened the door and walked out on to the pavement.  She turned to close the door behind her and as she did she caught a glimpse of a woman walking from the back, dressed in skin-tight rubber, a mask covering her features, just like the statues.  Lady Eleanor was turned to see her come in.  In that instant Julia felt the woman was the height of the businesswoman, Michaela, and guessed that was what she had been changing into.  The door swung closed and Julia just faced its blank, black woodwork.

Julia hesitated for a moment, then stepped away as if she had snapped out of a trance.  She walked to the end of the narrow street.  She looked back down it, but the curve of the buildings must have prevented her from seeing ‘Lady Eleanor’s’ from where she stood.

Julia felt very much on edge, she knew that she had to go and buy some sexy clothes to satiate the feeling.  She realised how turned on she had felt seeing the way Ellie was dressed all in leather and knew she could not let herself leave London without trying to replicate her outfit.  She took out the card for Ashtan’s and headed in that direction.

Julia was soon walking into a shop packed from floor to ceiling with leather clothes, moving from the standard leather jackets at the front, through the leather skirts and trousers to the leather corsets and bustiers and then the long boots with sharp heels.  The room was heavy with the aroma of leather which somehow made Julia feel safe but sexy too.  She realised that this was the kind of thing she had sub-consciously been looking for and that her body would not let her leave until she was clad in a sexy leather outfit.

A young Asian woman stepped up as Julia entered.  She was dressed in a leather corset that thrust up her breasts and shiny leather jeans than ran into knee-length boots with a sharp heel.  The woman smiled warmly and Julia felt reassured.

“I’m looking for something in leather, erm an outfit in leather.  Erm, well, I guess you know that.”

“Yes, Julia.”

“Whoa, you know my name?”

“Of course, Lady Eleanor telephoned to say you were coming in, many of her customers come here; she does herself.”

“Erm, I’m not one of her customers.”

“No worries, you can still become one of ours though.”  The woman repeated the smile then turned to the hangers.

She pulled down a top in a smooth shiny leather.

“Erm, I was just thinking of a jacket or something.”

“No you weren’t, you said you wanted an outfit in leather, a jacket is only part of that, the last part.”

“Oh right.”  Julia was slightly bewildered by the woman’s firm sales technique, but decided to go with it.

She had to admit that walking here she had had a few pictures in her mind of wearing all kinds of leather clothes.  Julia took the top from the assistant.  She had to admit that the leather felt delightful.  The woman was already taking down some trousers and then even a pair of leather panties.

“I couldn’t wear them.”

“Nonsense, once you’ve tried them on, you’ll not want to take them off.”  The assistant said gesturing to the changing cubicle.  “Unless you want to change out here.”  She smirked.

Julia hesitated but took the other leathers and walked into the cubicle, pulling the curtain closed behind her.  Hesitantly she slipped off her rather smart jacket and blouse then slowly wrapped the strapless top around her.  It was very tight and she stopped, walking out of the cubicle to the attendant who had already laid out a leather jacket and a pair of long boots.

“Yes?”  The assistant asked.

“This is the wrong size.”

“No, it’s perfect, but you’re not trying hard enough.  You can’t wear a bra with that.”

She hurried over and had released Julia’s bra, letting it fall to the floor before she could do anything about it.  The assistant pulled the top quickly around Julia’s midriff and breasts, thrusting up her cleavage as she zipped it up the back sealing Julia into the tight shiny leather.  Julia gasped as the pleasurable sensation of the leather held so tightly to her naked breasts, their rapidly hardening nipples, soon pressing hard against the bustier.  Julia felt dazed, but part of her was hungry to feel the similar sensation over her pussy.  She hurried back into the changing room and shed her shoes and jeans.  Less self-conscious now, her panties were soon off and in place were the leather ones which fitted snugly.

For the first time Julia noticed the thin zip over her pussy, giving easy access through the cream-soft tight black leather to her sex.  She held back from fingering herself and turned to the trousers.  These were as smooth as her top, with no pockets to mar the lines and seams kept to a minimum.  At first she did not believe she could squeeze into them, but the give of the leather as it warmed to her body, meant that quickly she was sliding the leather up her thighs, giving them a sheer smooth black second skin and moments later her bum was cupped by the tight leather.  Julia closed the trousers with the popper at the top and then the ones that stood in for a fly.  She could not stop herself running her hands over the smooth leather, which clung so tightly to her.  Julia looked in the mirror to see that the woman who had entered dressed in a jacket and jeans and now wore the smoothest leather all over.  Julia stepped out from the cubicle once and the assistant smiled.

“There you are, weren’t those the right choices?  You love those clothes, and now we can finish it off.  In a few minutes you will be striding out of here a real leatherwoman.”

“Yes.”  Julia said weakly, but she knew the assistant was right and she was eager to slip into the jacket and the long boots.

The assistant handed Julia the jacket.  It was short and tight, not reaching below her waist, so that her perfect bum was visible in all its black leathered glory.  Then the assistant passed over the boots and Julia again hesitated.  The jacket, the trousers, even the top were like things she had worn, just now they were in leather, but high-heeled boots stretching passed her knee were a different matter.  Slowly she slipped her foot into one boot and before she could delay the assistant was on her knees sliding the zip shut, closing Julia’s legs in more leather, tight up her calves and widening over her knee.  Then she quickly presented the second boot and Julia found it so easy to put her foot in and let the assistant slide the zip closed, completing Julia’s transformation. 

Hesitantly Julia began to walk, unaccustomed to the high-heels but quickly coming to delight in sensation of them.  Every move Julia made, the leather rippled and gently creaked around her.  The rich aroma filled her nostrils.  Julia stopped in front of the mirror seeing how different she now looked, how easy it had been to change into this kind of woman.  She had certainly found what she was looking for.  She handed over her credit card with no thought to the cost of the clothes; there was no way she could not leave unless she was dressed like this.

Minutes later Julia walked out of the shop, having forgotten the clothes she had entered wearing.  She walked along the street, strutting in her high-heels loving the looks she got from men and women alike.  She found it difficult to remember why she was in town and increasingly realised that she was feeling horny.  Without thinking she stepped into a sex shop, passing round the dark baffle to find herself in one of those modern stores, all chrome and multiple levels.  She had no idea what she was looking for, but found herself drawn to the rows of vibrators.  She flicked passed the ones in pink and other bright colours, lighting on one straight, black and shiny.  This was what she wanted, and her pussy rewarded her with a twinge of pleasure.

Julia was glad she wore her leather panties, knowing that by now cloth ones would be sodden with her juices.  She wandered idly to the DVDs, but none of the titles seemed to attract her, until her eye came on ‘Latex Queen’.  Without reading the description she sensed that this one would give her pleasure.  She took it to the counter and whilst she waited found herself scissoring her thighs so the leather surfaces of her thighs ran smoothly across and back, giving her both a delightful sound and sensation.  When her turn came she handed over the DVD.

“There’s a two-for-one offer on those: lesbian fetish.”

“Oh.”  Julia replied, a part of her wondering what she had got herself into buying.

“There’s ‘Latex Queen 2’ here if you like.”  The young woman stretched to reach another from the new releases shelf.

“Sounds good.”

Julia paid and took her change.

“Nice leathers.”  The woman said.

“Thanks.”  Julia replied automatically, but was again was rewarded by a burst of pleasure.  She certainly felt good and was eager to get home and exploit the sensation.

****

Julia slumped back on the sofa.  Her legs, still wearing their skin-tight trousers and long boots were stretched out in front of her as the second DVD came to an end.  Julia’s head buzzed.  She had lost count of the number of orgasms she had had that afternoon.  She had never watched much pornography before.  However, the story of a young female journalist becoming a latex wearing sex-slave of a rich mistress, and its sequel in which a woman detective investigating the journalist’s disappearance was similarly enslaved, had tapped deep into lusts within Julia that she had no idea had existed.  Clearly the encounter with Lady Eleanor had unlocked and thrown wide doors to her real sexuality and Julia had begun to re-assess what really turned her on.  Lying here dressed in the tightest leathers getting off on watching a woman submit sexually to another woman made her feel better than she had done in ages.

Julia’s thoughts began spiralling as she started to recall the images she had seen in Lady Eleanor’s shop.  Now they seemed to make sense; now they were exciting and she felt a tingle every time she remembered another.  Slowly she could imagine herself going there, dressed as she was now.  She felt pleased that she could be a woman that sexually mature that she could explore these aspects of herself and her tastes.  She felt keen to be approved, to be accepted as the sophisticated woman, unashamed to wear sexy clothes and savour a range of different pleasures.

Suddenly she remembered the present she had been given at Lady Eleanor’s.  Had she left it in her old clothes?  She scrabbled in her shoulder bag and was relieved to find the slim velvet box.  She popped it open to find a shiny ring of black rubber coating a hard metal.  It was wide enough to be a bracelet and she slipped it on to her wrist.  Initially she felt a tingle, but that faded and something told her that was not the right place to wear it.  Then she remembered the DVDs, the collars that the Latex Queen’s slaves had worn.  No doubt this was Lady Eleanor’s version of those.  Julia felt a little panic, had Lady Eleanor been saying she wanted to enslave Julia?  Had she seen something in the shop she should not have done?  Did Lady Eleanor just want to add her to her harem?

Julia shook her head and tossed the thing aside.  Those thoughts were just some kind of fantasy.  This had to just be a marketing gimmick for the shop, or maybe Lady Eleanor had just been grateful and it was a piece of jewellery.  Then Julia felt uneasy that she could have had such fantasies.  These went beyond simply strutting around in shiny clothes to issues of domination and control.  Suddenly Julia felt dirty and angry, she stripped off her leather jacket and awkwardly shed her boots.  She snatched the two DVDs and took them to the waste bin and tossed them in.  In minutes she had taken off all the leathers and they were shoved at the back of her wardrobe.  She felt uneasy looking at them, but they were too expensive to simply throw away; it would be a waste.  She could give them to a charity or something, if she had truly to be rid of them, but for now they could sit out of sight and out of mind.

****

A month had passed since Julia had come across Lady Eleanor’s shop and since she had decided to have nothing to do with the lifestyle that it had seemed to be leading her into.  Whilst she had fought back against the desires, she had not always been victorious.  Today, as had been the case for the previous two weeks, both the bra and panties she wore were of soft leather.  She blamed the lingerie and sex toy shops which had appeared in the high street, it was all too easy to buy soft and sexy underwear in black leather, red leather, rubber too.  Julia had barely noticed how little of her underwear was now of cloth, though few of her colleagues would guess that beneath her suit she wore leather underwear with zips for rapid access.  Saying that she had started to wear her short leather jacket to work, first just over, then replacing her suit jacket and yesterday, being Friday she had paired it with those leather trousers and the outfit had won her compliments from both male and female colleagues.

This morning as she slouched around the house just in her underwear she sat on something on the sofa.  She pulled it from beneath her and found it was the collar she must have left there weeks before.  She ran its smooth rubber through her fingers and then on a whim placed it at her neck.  The whole gesture, the whole thought of it excited her and there was nothing to do but click it closed.  As she did, Julia’s body was rocked with an unexpected orgasm and she could do nothing but play with her soaking pussy and tease her nipples clad in their smooth leather in order to provoke another.  Julia lost any sense of time, but finally spent, she had a burning purpose in her and headed directly to her bedroom.  In minutes she had slid into her tight leather trousers and top and was sat down to ease her legs into the long boots.  Tossing the leather jacket on, Julia hurried from the house.  She felt conflicting emotions: pleasure, defiance, compliance, power, but she knew she could only resolve the situation by facing Lady Eleanor.

****

Julia strode up the short side road to Lady Eleanor’s shop.  It was as she had remembered it.  She pushed the door, half expecting it to be closed, but in moments she stepped into the dark shop.  The pictures and displays meant a lot more to her now than they had done a month before.  She avoided looking at them, worried that she would lacked the strength to not be aroused by them.  She had managed to discard her leathers and leave them at home, but it had proven impossible to get the collar off and she had let her indignation at that drive her through.

“Eleanor.”  Julia called firmly towards the back of the shop.

Lady Eleanor emerged dressed almost the same as Julia had been earlier.  Seeing Julia, her smile quickly faded.

“What have you done to me?”  Julia snapped.

“What?  Don’t you enjoy exploring your sexuality?”

“Yes.”  Julia conceded.  “But what was I becoming?  Some kind of lesbian pet for you?”

“For yourself as well.  Didn’t you think you look really good in those tight, smooth sexy leather clothes?”

“Yes, but that is me, me as a sexually-aware woman.”

“But you didn’t wear them here.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I was worried ...”

“Worried about what?”

“That I would give in, let myself become what you want me to be.”

“What’s wrong with that?  I thought you would make a loyal lieutenant.  Someone who could manage the shop for me.  Wouldn’t you like to be involved with the scene?”

“Loyal lieutenant?  I think you wanted to subjugate me.”

“If I wanted that, I would have done it by now.”

“Ah, but I fought back, I am stronger than that.  A strong woman can resist you.”

“You believe that?  Let me show you what a strong woman can so easily become.”  Lady Eleanor said, walking into the main part of the shop, heading almost defiantly towards Julia before coming to a halt.

“154, step forward.”  Lady Eleanor commanded.

Julia noticed movement in the corner of the shop.  One of the mannequins seemed to be coming to life.  As it stepped forward, Julia looked over it.  Like the others, it wore a skin-tight rubber catsuit and matching thigh-length boots, with high-sharp heels.  Its breasts were large, straining against the rubber.  Its face was hidden beneath a tight rubber mask, with only slits for its eyes and mouth.  The eyes opened.  Julia realised that this was no plastic model, but an actual woman.  Julia watched with a mixture of surprise and curiosity as the nameless woman walked forward.  Her body seemed so accentuated by the glossy rubber she wore and every step she took was lithe and feline.  She stopped in front of Julia.

“154, remove you mask.”

Julia could only watch as the rubber-covered woman reached up and pulled off her mask.  She gasped as the face of Michaela, the woman she had seen in the grey suit was exposed.  Now, however, he was completely bald, and her eyes had a completely vacant look, yet somehow her appearance was alluring and she had a posture, which Julia felt indicated her mind was now filled with thoughts of sex.

“I think you recognise my former accountant.”  Lady Eleanor said, smiling.  “154, state who and what you are.”

“i am 154, your sex toy, Mistress.”  The rubbered woman said vacantly, but Julia could tell that she believed it sincerely.

Lady Eleanor turned to Julia and said.  “That is your future, 155.”

“What?  155?  What do you mean?”

“It’s what I do here, make rubber dolls for export.  This is my latest, 154, her commodity number.  You will be 155, until your new owner decides on a name.”  Lady Eleanor explained as she walked over to the counter.

“I don’t want to be a ‘rubber doll’, have an owner, a commodity number.”

“Don’t worry, you soon will.”  Lady Eleanor began typing something quickly into the computer.  “That collar you still wear, the one that brought you here, is fitted with neural transmitters programmed to shape you into what I dreamt of you as: my servant, my lover, loyal and obedient.  However, it is clear now that you wouldn’t accept that, so I’ll simply change the program and you’ll become 155, your identity entirely erased, you will be totally obedient, simply a rubber-coated sex toy for whoever buys you.”

Julia was going to laugh, to shout, to protest, to run from the shop, but she felt her mind rapidly filling with new thoughts.  There was no need to leave, in fact, she had to stay and become what Lady Eleanor wanted her to be.  Julia looked at 154 in front of her, how shiny and clinging the rubber was she wore.  She began to think how exciting it would be to be dressed just the same, to have her naked body coated all over in the slippery rubber.  She watched as 154 eased her mask back on and she wanted one too, to be able to erase her identity, to become nothing more than a sex toy, for whoever her mistress wanted to sell her to.  She looked away from 154 and began walking to her mistress.

“Mistress, i am dressed wrongly.”  The words came from somewhere deep within her.

“Who are you?”

“i am 155.”  She realised that was what she now thought of herself as.

“Good.  155, follow me, we’ll get you into more appropriate clothes.”

155 walked behind her mistress into a brightly-lit room at the back of the shop.  There were rows of hangers holding shiny black rubber clothes.  155 looked at them eagerly, keen to ease her body into clinging rubber to show her mistress how obedient, how erotic she was.  155 discarded her clothes quickly, dropping them to the floor followed by her underwear.  Lady Eleanor rubbed her all over with a kind of oil and quickly any of the hair that had covered 155’s body dissolved.  Pleased, Lady Eleanor ran her fingers through 155’s hair and likewise she was soon bald.  155 liked how smooth her skin now was, and she knew it was ready for the rubber which would clad it.  Every step took her closer to resembling 154 who she so envied.  155 grunted with pleasure as her mistress held up a rubber catsuit, and 155 walked quickly to her.  She felt a great sense of satisfaction and excitement as she took the rubber and began easing her legs into it.  In moments it was coating her bum, turning it into a glossy hemisphere.  She slipped her now slippery legs into the thigh length boots and rose on the sharp heels.  Every step 155 took to confirm her bondage made her tingle with pleasure, the way she was dressing was so right for what she was now, a toy of her mistress.  155 took the long shiny black gloves and eased them on.  The only part of her now not covered in the lovely, snug, teasing rubber, was her face.  155 shook with pleasure as Lady Eleanor picked up the rubber mask.  She handed it to 155, who eagerly pulled it on, loving the smell of the rubber as it shaped to her face, ecstatic as her identity was erased and she truly became nothing but a sex toy.

“Excellent.”  Lady Eleanor said and stood aside so that 155 could see itself in the mirror.

155’s eyes ran over the glistening shapely form of the reflection of the toy it saw before it, loving the whole appearance, satisfied that it could serve its mistress so well.

“Follow.”

155 followed its mistress back into the shop.

“154, the two-ended vibrator.”  Lady Eleanor ordered simply as 155 stood waiting for its commands.

154 took a two-ended black rubber coated vibrator from the shelf and started both ends buzzing.  It lowered the zip over its pussy and inserted one end into it.  The other end of vibrator was buzzing ready.

“155 make yourself accessible.”

155 obeyed without thought and slid down the zip over its own pussy.

“154, fuck 155.”

154 stepped forward locking its arms around its fellow toy, forcing its tongue out from between rubber coated lips and thrusting the vibrator towards 155’s juicy sex.  As the buzzing dildo penetrated her and 154’s tongue probed deep into her mouth.  155’s mistress called “Freeze.”

155’s body locked in position, despite the sensation that was coursing through it.  The pleasure felt endless as hours passed with 155 entwined with 154 as just another erotic exhibit in Lady Eleanor’s shop.  Only once night had fallen, did their mistress order them to stand apart and 155 stepped back, its sex-ravaged body allowed release as it followed its mistress to the toys’ machine at the back of the shop.  155 was strapped in and nozzles attached.  In a further hour 155 was fed and flushed in position before it was allowed to return to the shop and into a slot, held in place, on display, sleeping until its mistress needed it again.