THE MAKING OF A MISTRESS

Beatrix sat down on the wooden bench and pulled her flat shoes off; Kathy unlaced one of the boots while Beatrix did the same with the other. Kathy them placed Beatrix’s left foot into the soft rubber boot and started to tighten the laces. Beatrix felt the cool material close around her foot, and up her calf, she put the right boot on herself.

"So how do they feel?" Kathy asked, when both boots were fully tightened around Beatrix’s calves.

"They’re tight, but not uncomfortable. They’re really soft, what are they made of?" Asked Beatrix, she lifted the hem of her long denim skirt up to her knees, so she could see the boots properly.

"They’re rubber, with a leather sole. They’ll easily stretch to suit your feet. Now stand up." Beatrix shakily stood up and balanced herself on the five inch heels.

"Oh my god, this is weird." Said Beatrix as she took her first tentative steps towards the low mounted mirror on the wall. Holding onto Kathy’s shoulder, she looked at the boots in their full glory. "They’re amazing."

"So you’re going to buy them then?"

"No, I can’t buy anything like this, however much I like them." She replied still staring at the image of the boots in the mirror.

"So that’s where you two have got to?" said Fionn as she walked down the staircase "I thought you might have tied your friend up down here Kathy. We’re shutting in a few minutes, so you’d better get changed out of that dress."

"Okay Fionn, but can you add these boots onto my bill for me?" Replied Kathy as she went back up the stairs. Beatrix removed the boots and put them back on the shelf with a hint of regret, she found the experience of wearing them quite sexually exciting. She put her battered old shoes back on, before climbing the stairs. Kathy was back in her normal clothes, and Fionn had taken the dress away to carry out the necessary alterations, required to accommodate Kathy’s large boobs. On the counter were the coat and the boots, which Kathy paid for with her credit card. Although Kathy had a well-paid job, Beatrix couldn’t help wondering how her flatmate could afford this sort of clothing.

Back at the flat Kathy hung her new coat up and opened a bottle of wine, then crashed out on the sofa with a Chinese takeaway.

"So how long have you been into wearing rubber?" Asked Beatrix after washing down her food with a glass of wine.

"Since I was eighteen. I dated a bloke who was into this stuff, got some clothes, got a bit of modelling work wearing it. He even took me to some of the fetish clubs too. It was all really exciting, I thoroughly enjoy it as well."

"Have you done any of the S&M stuff you mentioned in the shop?"

"Of course I have, admittedly, I’ve not taken it to the extremes that some other people go to, but I’ve been spanked, tied up, gagged and fucked in every orifice possible. I’ve even spanked loads of men and women, which I enjoyed. Come to think of it, if you name it, I’ve probably done it at least once." She replied biting into a prawn cracker.

"Have you given a man, what they call it when a woman takes a mans penis into her mouth?"

"You mean a blowjob?"

"Yes a blowjob. Have you done that?."

"Of course. I love giving them, and I swallow when the man comes."

"Oh my god, you let the man ejaculate into your mouth. Isn’t that a bit disgusting?"

"No it isn’t. Some girls don’t go all the way, but I really like it. Have you given a man a blowjob?"

"No. I’ve had a few boyfriends and managed to have sex with a few of them without my father finding out, but the boys I went out with weren’t very adventurous and I never gave any of them a blowjob. To be honest I’ve never really found sex that fulfilling."

"Well we’ll have to change that situation, find you a man to give you a proper good fucking." Said Kathy refilling her glass.

"Have you had sex up the bottom?" Beatrix asked as politely as she could, finishing her last mouthful of sweet and sour chicken.

"Yes, done that as well. It’s not as bad as some people make it out to be. It’s uncomfortable at first, but once you’ve done it a few times, it’s okay. What is it with all these questions anyway?"

"I suppose I’m curious. I’ve only had normal sex, but I’ve heard of other sexual practices. I just want to find out all about it."

"That’s okay. Look I’ll lend you some of my videos and books, that will give you an idea of what’s it all about, if you want anymore details, then don’t be afraid to ask."

"Thanks Kathy. I’m going to have a nice long bath and then read my book in bed." Said Beatrix, picking up her plate and glass of wine and heading off to the kitchen, before running the bath. During her soak Kathy stuck her head around the door.

"I’m just going over to see Helen for a bit. I’ll give you a call if I decide to stay overnight." She said, before leaving to see her friend, who lived in an apartment in the building across the road.

All alone in her room Beatrix opened her rucksack, pulled out the catalogue and the fetish magazine. Sitting on the bed with another glass of wine, she looked through the magazine with amazement. The outfits the models were wearing were incredible. They all seemed to be very figure hugging, accentuating the girl’s curves beautifully. Beatrix was also impressed with the look of the girls themselves, they all seemed to have a more fuller figure than the catwalk models seen in the more normal fashion magazines. They all appeared tall and slim enough to wear the clothes with elegance, but had hips and breasts, shaped enough to excite the reader. Beatrix noticed that the magazine also had a couple of fetish stories, which interested her. But she decided to leave them for another time, and she began to look through the catalogue.

She jumped as her mobile phone beeped. She looked down and read the text message that had arrived from Kathy; telling her that Helen had split up from her boyfriend, for about the fifth time in the past month, and she was going to stay over to keep her company. Beatrix sent a reply, got up and locked the front door securely.

Knowing full well that she wouldn’t be disturbed Beatrix poured another glass of wine, put her Don Giovanni CD on and sat back on her bed. Kathy hated opera and Beatrix tended to play her CD’s when she was alone. She carried on looking through the catalogue, wondering what it would be like to wear some of the outfits. Her experience wearing the boots in the shop seemed to have sparked a desire within her that could only be fuelled by wearing more rubber. But she was confused and disgusted by her new emotions, and was scared to tell even Kathy about them, despite her friend’s apparent exposure to the Scene, as the magazine called it. After finishing her wine she decided that she would buy some small items, probably a pair of knickers and a bra, so that she could wear them under her work clothes, and get used the feel of the material. She ticked the items she wanted in the catalogue and returned to the magazine, to read the stories.

The first one she read was a bizarre tale of a rubber hospital, where a young woman was subjected to strange experiments, and sexual practices, all involving rubber in some way. Beatrix was gripped by the prose as she turned the page to read the next exciting paragraph ‘Oh my god’ she thought to herself as she finished reading. ‘How do people come up with these ideas’. She then flicked through the magazine to the other story, which was a strange tale of a young couple trapped in a Mistress’s dungeon, and forced into slavery. The strict Dominatrix character and her cruel behaviour towards her charges fascinated Beatrix. After reading the first page she began to feel a tingling sensation from her nether regions. Unconsciously she moved her hand between her legs and drew a finger across her labia.

She was shocked at the moistness she felt, in her previous sexual experiences with her boyfriends she’d never been this wet; even after a considerable amount of foreplay. Was it the story she was reading that was causing this, however, the feeling was pleasurable and as she read further. She continued to probe herself with her fingers, her thumb brushed against her clitoris and she gasped in delight, as a wave of pleasure rippled through her body. ‘That was incredible’ she thought as she moved her index finger to her clitoris and began to rub it with more vigour. Having finished the story she let the magazine fall to her side, as she concentrated on her masturbation. She placed her left hand between her legs as well and began to thrust her fingers into vagina, first one then another. Thrusting deeper and deeper, the waves of pleasure flowed through her body as she approached her very first orgasm. With a loud groan, she climaxed, and felt an increase in wetness as she came over her fingers. She lay back basking in the warm glow of her orgasm and slowly drifted off to sleep.

She woke suddenly, as her alarm sounded, which she’d forgotten to switch it off the night before. It was Saturday and she was in no hurry to get out of bed, she switched the alarm off and rolled back under the duvet, and tried to re-immerse herself back into the dream she’d been having all night. It was heavily based on the second story she had read the night before except she saw herself as the Dominatrix, and that she was spanking the two young slaves. The images of her dream became clear in her mind again, she felt compelled to satisfy the tingling sensation in her crotch, she reached down and began to slowly masturbate again. She had soon reached her second orgasm of her life and was beginning to drift off to sleep again, when the doorbell sounded. She rose with a rosy cheeked expression on her face, put her robe on and answered the door.

It was Kathy, who barged her way into the hallway.

"Can’t stay long, just going to get changed. Helen’s going to take us to Brighton for the day. You don’t fancy coming with us, cos your welcome to?" She flew into her room, stripped off and rummaged around for some clean clothes, as Beatrix watched from the doorway. She looked admiringly at her flatmates naked bottom as she bent over to pick her knickers up off the floor. Beatrix began to blush, as she imagined herself spanking Kathy’s bottom, just like the Dominatrix from the story.

"So, are you going to come?" Kathy said squeezing her breasts into her bra. "Are you feeling alright you look a bit flushed?" She continued, as she pulled a handful of her strawberry blonde hair from her face and looked at Beatrix more closely.

"Yes, I think so. It must be a flu bug. A few people at work have been off sick. So I’d better give Brighton a miss. Another time maybe?"

"Okay. You take it easy. I’ll be back later tonight about eight. Don’t worry about cooking I’ll get a pizza. See you later." As fast as she had arrived Kathy shot back out the front door. It was one of the things that Beatrix liked about Kathy; she was spontaneous, and slightly hyperactive.

With Kathy gone for the day Beatrix had all the time in the world to bring her plan into fruition. Making breakfast, she sat back down on her bed and read some more of the articles in the magazine. She noted that most companies had web sites and she switched her computer on, so that she could look at a few of them before she went shopping.