Glossy, Stretchy, Sex Shop Feel

D weighed in on my moral dilemma about the £1,000 last night, or rather the £947 it has now become – you see how my moral reserves were crumbling already?

“I think you should spend it all on sex toys and saucy underwear.”

“Tell me, when you’re miles away in Suffolk and you think about me, do you ever imagine me doing anything other than being laced tightly into corsets and whipped?”

“I don’t understand the question. Of course that’s how I chiefly imagine you…with a small sub-section of my imagination devoted to occasions when you’ve made an especially nice pudding or just stepped out of the bath all oiled and perfumed.”

Well, he’s virtually ordered me to go shopping and, as a good submissive little girlfriend, I have no option but to get myself down to Dalston. Yes, I know Dalston sounds unlikely, but nearly a year ago now I coveted a PVC skirt belonging to a girl at a party and she gave me the address of the workshop in Dalston that makes them.

So here I am, on a cold afternoon, muffled up in a woolly hat and mittens and not feeling much like a sex kitten, standing in Dalston Lane and peering up at the crumbling Georgian terraces above the shops, looking for any signs of a fetish gear sweatshop.

In fact, once I’d overcome my nervousness and actually rung the bell, climbing up the creaking wooden stairs to an airy room, everything was fine. There was no sweatshop, no gimp-masked slave driver, just some friendly fashion students, interested in how I’d heard about them and pleased to make tea and sit around watching me try things on.

Yes, that’s right, they sat and watched me. It was a bit unnerving to start with but after a while I realised that they’re working with fairly unyielding materials that need good tailoring and they know what they’re talking about. So I forgot the whole ‘standing in my knickers in front of a roomful of people eating chocolate biscuits’ thing and started listening to their advice.

I fell in love with a black PVC shirt – a classic fitted shirt shape with a collar and long sleeves with cuffs, all fastened with pop studs, which I imagine will go down well with its target audience. The tension between the primness of the style and the glossy, stretchy, sex shop feel of the material is what makes it irresistible. It follows the curve of my hips and waist, molding itself round my breasts, the light catching its curves and wrinkles as I move.

I tried it on with a matching, knee length pencil skirt, stretched skin tight across my buttocks, rolling with them as I walk, pulled taut across my thighs with every step. It’s exactly like the one I coveted and when I got home I tried it on with lots of different things from my wardrobe, to see the effect. As I type, I’m wearing it with fishnet stockings, a blue t-shirt with a 1940s style picture of the Virgin Mary and a glittery sequined jacket.

Clearly recognising in me a girl who doesn’t know when to say no, they dragged out great armfuls of things for me to look at but, having found my perfect outfit I had lost interest in buying anything else. Except for the black patent leather court shoes with red straps and heel. And the purple satin corset with steel boning and front fastening with back lacing. But that was absolutely all.

It occurs to me as I write this that I’ve failed. D specifically asked for “sex toys and saucy underwear”. Only the corset counts as underwear but as I intend to wear it as outerwear…hmm, being a good submissive little girlfriend is more difficult that it appears. Yes, I’ve spent money I indirectly earned from having sex with a stranger on fetishwear to amuse my boyfriend, and that’s a good thing. But I haven’t followed his instructions to the letter, and that’s a bad thing that’s probably going to earn me some form of punishment. Unless, as well as the fetish gear I also buy sex toys and saucy underwear…golly, it’s a good job I’ve got, well only £787 left now.

Comments

[Loki]

Thank you for this... "standing in my knickers in front of a roomful of people eating chocolate biscuits" This gives me some wonderful ideas for my next sub.

[D&L]

Oooooo, such closet envy! I know you keep a distance from your audience, Lucy, but if your fingers should ever slip on the keyboard and accidentally send a reply to this fan, forgetfully attaching a picture of yourself in that outfit--the vintage Virgin touch is superb!--I promise I would not tell, or share, just quietly die of clothing lust.

L