Anne produced a slender gold chain, which she said she was loaning to Janice. It was not for sale, and she expected it to be returned. Charity looked down at the progress of the latest outfit and saw the pantaloons being suspended low on her hips and the glimmering gold chain around her waist but casually draping onto one of her hips. She guessed that this meant that her waist was narrower than the normal recipient and her mind started to wander as she wondered who Anne had enslaved who normally wore this jewelry.
"I have one more accent for this costume," Anne announced. Then she stepped in front of Charity, holding two baubles in her hand. She grasped Charity's right breast with her left hand and then lifted one of the ruby-red baubles in her other hand. Charity looked on in shock as she watched the clamp that was attached to the gemstone open and position itself around her tender nipple. Anne was kind by slowly closing the clamp but Charity still felt pain shooting through her breast. It was not much better when her left breast received the same treatment.
Anne stood behind Charity with a hand on each shoulder and led the girl to a mirror. Charity was shocked by what she saw. She was surprised at how strikingly beautiful and erotic the outfit made her look. And she was mortified that her aunt intended her to wear something like this.
"Aunt Janice!" Charity started, but she was cut off abruptly as Anne gave her bottom a slap.
"What were you supposed to call her?" asked the saleslady.
"Oh jeeessshhhh," muttered Charity. "Mistress, I can't wear this. I'm indecent!"
"You are anything but indecent," remarked Janice as she flicked the red jewels dangling from each breast and caused them to sway back and forth. "You are gorgeous. I like this outfit the best. We'll take it."
"But Aun…Mistress. I can't go to a party like this."
"Of course you can. It's a costume party. I'm going to be in a costume too."
"But you aren't going to be naked! Besides, what if someone recognizes me?"
"I have just the thing," offered Anne. She produced a small flimsy piece of cloth and draped it across Charity's face so that her face was covered from the nose down. Only two beautiful eyes could be seen. "There you go. You can go anonymously now."
The flimsy piece of cloth turned out to be a delicately bordered veil of fine silk, woven so that it was translucent. Features of her nose and lips and chin could be detected but the material was not sheer enough to allow anyone to recognize her.
The veil did seem to go naturally with the rest of the outfit and it did make her look even more fetching. With only her eyes being clearly visible, they took on an entirely new beauty. She liked the veil.
But the rest of the outfit was outrageous. Her torso was completely bare except for the ridiculous baubles dangling from her breasts. And she might as well be wearing no pantaloons at all. The material was so sheer that everything was clearly on display.
"I can't do this," groaned Charity.
"Oh of course you can," corrected Janice. And then she turned to Anne. "We'll take the entire outfit. But don't box it just yet. Let Charity get used to it while we pick out an outfit for me."
Charity stood and watched as Anne brought garments into the back of the store. Janice seemed unabashed about exposing her body to the other two women. She stripped down to nothing before trying on the first outfit and then remained naked between outfits.
Charity would occasionally cross her arms over her chest, more out of habit than for modesty. Each time, Anne would take each of Charity's wrists and place them behind her back, crossing them. By the fifth time that she corrected Charity, it was happening less frequently and after that fifth correction, Charity obediently left her hands tucked into the small of her back.
Janice did not know what she wanted and Anne patiently led her through a wide range of choices. Some of them almost caused Charity to giggle. For instance, one was a black vinyl catsuit with a hood. The hood encased Janice's hair and covered her eyes. Janice could see through the two holes and the rest of her face was uncovered. Charity almost laughed, however, when she realized that her aunt looked more like a superheroine from a comic strip than a mistress. Charity nicknamed this one the batgirl costume.
Another outfit consisted of a vest of chains, held up by leather straps, and leather chaps with more chains arranged to cover Janice's sex and bottom. It was clear that Janice would be covered when she was motionless but that each movement would result in some part of her anatomy being exposed. Charity dubbed this the peekaboo costume.
There were the biker broad and the dungeon mistress costumes. The latter had whips and various other instruments of torture dangling from a belt around Janice's waist.
Janice tried on a black leather catsuit, but this one did not have a hood. It was also missing other pieces. Two cutouts in the chest provided an opportunity to expose Janice's breasts. Anne had helped Janice with this one and they had to try several before they found a suit with holes large enough for Anne to tug the ample orbs through. Charity mused that most mistresses must be small-chested. It was also missing most of the back. The neckline plunged deeper than anything Charity had ever seen and left much of both of Janice's bottom cheeks exposed. Thin straps crisscrossed several times across the back to hold the garment together.
Charity started to wonder if she were being childish or prudish. Janice did not seem to mind being nude. In fact, she remained naked even when she could have put something on to cover herself for a few minutes between outfits. At one point, she even walked through the curtain into the open store when she wanted to show Anne something she had seen on the way in. Charity didn't know if there were other customers in the store. But then, neither did Janice when she strutted into the open.
And Janice didn't seem to mind others touching her. Anne had cupped her sex to check the fit of one outfit, plumped her breasts for another outfit and, most recently, had grasped and pulled on the breasts to try to get them through holes that were clearly too small for her aunt. "Maybe I am a prude," thought Charity. "Should I just go to the party? After all, nobody will know who I am."
Then, in an amazing feat of rationalizing away a problem, Charity decided to become a slavegirl for a night. Her argument had three parts to it. First, she would prove to herself and to her aunt that she could be adventurous and she wasn't a prude. Second, nobody would recognize her. They wouldn't even see her face. And third, she might get some good story ideas. She had a bunch of unfinished stories. Maybe this party would guide her toward some ways of enhancing the plots and coming up with good endings.
"Charity," said Janice, breaking the girl out of her reverie. "What do you think?"
Charity wiggled her chest back and forth causing her breasts to sway and setting the baubles in motion. "I love it, Mistress!"
Janice almost fell over at Charity's excited response. But she just smiled and then turned to Anne. "We'll take it. Now take off your costume, Charity, so Anne can box it."
"Yes, Mistress," replied Charity, cheerfully, as she started to remove her few articles of clothing. She saved the nipple pendants for last but finally removed them and placed them on top of the folded garments. Now it was Janice's turn to be confused at the sudden change of Charity's behavior.
"You may still want to shave her," recommended Anne as she prepared the receipt. "The pantaloons are sheer enough that it would still enhance the effect."
Chapter 5: Plunging In
Despite her earlier resolve, Charity was nervous as Janice pulled the car into the driveway and drove toward the faraway mansion. She was having second thoughts about this adventure but kept reminding herself that it was all being done for the stories.