Mistress Mine

21- slave's POV

21

They had me strip and stand on a raised stage so Mistress and the woman could look me over as one of the slave girls brought out a catalogue could browse through it. "Of course, this is the range where I could gouge what you like best on him so we can see an array of styles that fit your vision. Do tell if dislike something about a certain piece so we can steer clear from it. I understand you have to attend a social event?"

Mistress nodded. "Mutiple. I want to get this all over with in one setting, though. So we'll choose everything today." Then she proceeded to explain what she was looking for, and was shown multiple options that she chose from.

Fabric was brought on, and was pinned to me to see contrasts on skin, and they contemplated which she liked best. The woman said, "I do everything from scratch, and very rarely have pieces done and ready to go on the spot, and these are usually extras or rejected pieces. This ensures client satisfaction as every piece is made with specific body in mind. I'm afraid you'll have to come back for fittings, and so this won't be the last time we see you. You can send him alone for convenience, we'd send you pictures of how it's all coming together, but seeing in person is always better than a picture."

Mistress didn't look pleased, I thought perhaps she was regretting this already. She didn't indulge in shopping sprees or seem interested in half the walk-in closet she had. And aside from that night when she came back drunk, it seemed repeating the same combination of a pair of jeans and a different shirt everyday was the norm for her.

The energy that Mistress emitted seeped into the woman, and she snapped at her minions twice as they put the fabric too low or the borough the wrong shade of grey. The slave girl's face turned white as her Mistress squeezed her wrist as she took over.

Mistress stood up to stretch her legs, her eyes looking me over as she agreed on yet another colour that she didn't look impressed with. She had been answering almost all questions with yes or no, without going to the length of clarifying or taking the time to contemplate. I was disappointed at the proceedings of things, I liked to show off my body, and had been glad that Mistress had finally taken interest in fitting me with something other than the cloths I bought myself. But now I just wanted this to be over with as soon as possible.

She listened to what the woman was suggesting, but barely, her eyes darting around the show room as if searching for an exit.

Until something finally caught her eye. I knew because she stopped wandering aimlessly as she stood by a side table with magazines and brochures scattered on top, she held one up, her eyes scanning it with interest.

The woman fitting me caught her interest and walked towards her as she handed over what she had. "See something you like?"

Mistress nodded, smiling slightly. "Nothing I can use, though."

"These aren't ones for all gatherings, but they do hold an allure."

"And a very long time to get into, I'm sure." She subtle sarcastic note wasn't lost on me. I wanted to see what they were looking at, nothing so far had held Mistress's attention.

"All of my girls are trained to do it. You'll have to set a date, and I'd send one to your home where she'll apply the paint. It looks like it would take forever, but it really is a matter of applying temporary tattoos that would wash out in a week or so."

Mistress said nothing, and the woman went on, "the designs can be altered or entirely custom made for your convenience."

"I'm not going anywhere that would make something like this conventional."

"I've had an owner order this just because she wanted to see what a full body tattoo would look like on her boy. She had no occasion. If you like it enough, perhaps you'd ink him permanently. You clearly are enthralled by it."

Mistress considered it. "Costs?"

I didn't understand why it mattered at all, she had enough to cover the costs whatever they were. The woman looked just as confused, but said, "because you Arabella's friend and this is your first time here, I'm willing to charge you for it just as much as I'd charge you for any tuxedo with a vest."

This looked to appease her, and she nodded, agreeing.