ALICE EARNS HER LEATHERS

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

Alice turned to Mary as they entered the next store on Terrisa’s outfitting for Gentile Young Ladies list.

"Don’t worry, this is the last one before we do lunch. It is only 12:45"

A store specializing in just undergarments, what next? Alice thought, walking into the exclusive shop.

They wandered in and began checking out the items displayed in the fancy wooden shelves that lined the small stores walls. The three staff appeared to be ignoring the two, but never let them out of their line of sight.

"May I help you, the sharply dressed youngest finally said. I think you are in the wrong store"

"Why? Because we are not wearing a thousand dollars worth of clothing?" Alice inquired.

"Well, if you ask, yes" she replied. Alice picked up a pair of flimsy lacy panties her size and asked "How much?’ "Ten pounds" she replied.

"I will take two pair in each of the seven colors, all in this size" she replied, handing them to the girl. The startled girl went behind the ornate bronze cash register and said; "And how will you ever be paying for them?" "With this", Alice replied handing over a Gold Barclays Bankcard. An older woman appeared beside the younger store clerk and asked; "This is yours? Do you mind waiting while we do a credit check?" "No problem Alice said as she walked back down the store and started checking out the braziers.

Mary all this time simply stood by the waste high glass counter dividing the store in half and sighed. This conversation had been repeated all morning. Alice had filled the Rolls with boxes and bags from London’s most exclusive stores, and in each the same little drama had been played out. That is until checks of Alice’s credit rating provided the two million-pound limit on the card. Then it was all hugs and kisses.

Sure enough, a few minutes later all three staff was gathered round as Alice tried on both fancy and sport braziers. Mary even benefited as Alice mollified her anger at the ever-repeated little game that she was playing. There was always an equally expensive item from each store purchased in Mary’s size.

Once outside Alice turned to Mary and saying; "Here is were we part company for the rest of the day. I have some private business to attend to and I will call for a pickup when I am ready"

"But Teresa will skin me alive if she finds out. My Mother and I will loose our jobs" a very worried Mary replied.

"Funny, but I am the one who owns the entire corporation you work for, not Teresa or even my parents" You are my best friend here in England and I will be back by dinnertime. Be off with you" A determined Alice replied.

After Mary had reluctantly walked off, Alice re-entered the store they just left to call a cab. And when it arrived read out the address on a card she pulled from her blouse pocket. About fifteen minutes later Alice was standing in front of a leather goods shop set in an street of stores apparently catering to the horse riding crowd. This particular stores iron trimmed window featured leather riding boots, jonipers, vests and jackets.

Upon entering, to the sound of a tiny bell, Alice’s nostrils were delighted with the enticing smell of finely worked leather. The relatively small shop was packed with leatherwear, especially boots.

From behind a counter draped with a piece of tanned hide a girl about sixteen, dressed in a leather bustier asked "Can I help you? "Yes, Alice replied. I have come to be fitted for new pairs of riding boots"

"This store is very exclusive and does not take on new customers without a reference" The girl politely stated.

Alice approached the counter and handed over the card her Mistress had signed. Standing at the counter, Alice could observe the girl was wearing a leather skirt and high leather boots as well. "Very interesting", Alice thought.

The girl took the card, glanced at it, turned it over and then looked very surprised. She then picked up the phone hanging on the wall behind her and read the card as well as the name on back to someone at the other end.

"Please wait a minute, and my mistress will be out to assist you," she said bowing slightly towards Alice.

Alice wandered back down the store looking at the rows of shinny riding boots. A few minutes later a vision in black leather walked out from behind a leather curtain in the middle of the stores rear wall. She was about six feet tall and dressed in thigh high leather boots, leather bustier, and a short leather skirt in between. Her red hair was bound in a ponytail by a leather bow, flicked back and forth with the swaying of her hips as she approached. A hand encased in leather up to the elbow, lifted Alice’s chin and looked directly into her eyes.

"You must be Mistress Seymour excellent little riding pupil. She phoned you would be dropping in for some leatherwear. Please follow me" She turned and walked back through the curtain without waiting to see if Alice followed. But of course Alice did, she was becoming addicted to wearing leather.

The leather clad adult lead Alice through racks of leatherwear to an Iron bound wooden door. "Just like home" Alice thought as the red head produced a big iron key and opened it, ushering Alice inside. But here a set of steps led downward into a lower level. With the older female now close behind her, Alice descended the spiral stone stair, heart pounding in her thin chest. And came up against another iron bound door.

Here she reached out and holding on to Alice’s shoulders, turned Alice around. Then, surprising her as she kneeled in front of Alice. Two strong leather gloved hands reached out, fingers softly touching the sides of her innocent young face, pulling it close.

"My eldest sister’s promise of protection is also binding on me. Mine and my sisters master will tempt you with your hearts desire. He will be driven by an unquenchable need to abuse your young desirable body for his carnal pleasures. As soon as his eyes take in your sweet young body, clad only in the leather thong, I am positive you are wearing, his reason will depart. That is when you must strike.

No male should be allowed free access, I am sure you have been taught. And make sure it is just your body, not your mind, nor uncountable wealth he aquires. Do you really understand little sister? Do you agree to proceed ?

For about thirty seconds, nothing moved in the small alcove before the forbidding iron bound door. Then talking a deep breath Alice said "Yes I understand male desires very well. Horse or human. Mistress Seymour trained me very well. I gratefully accept your protection, and agree to proceed beyond the iron bound door to the abuses that await my body.

"Then just push on it to enter your new life" The leather clad adult ordered, standing up and turning Alice around to face the door. And Alice shoved on the door. Swinging it wide.

Inside was a large stone walled room with thick round pillars supporting the arched ceiling high above. Stocks, whipping posts, "X" and "T" and "A" shaped wooden frames were draped with leather garments. In the center of the room a large horizontal rack complete with chain wound capstans at either end was almost obscured by the leather manacles and other garments scattered on it. As Alice walked through the room, she felt herself becoming very exited. Every item she saw was obviously intended to either bind or constrict a female body. Bustier, thigh high boots, long leather gloves, leather straps cuffs, hoods, arm binders and waist cinchers. Shiny black or chrome chains were attached to various pieces, or hung separately.

Red head brought Alice over between a pair of pillars at the far end of the room and ordered; "Strip, We need to acquire exact measurements of your body"

Alice harking back to her two years with Mistress Seymour instantly obeyed, but when she was down to her leather thong, was ordered. "Leave that on" "Hands above your head" As her arms raised, she felt the presence of the younger girl behind her. A whirring sound and Alice felt something touch each of her slender wrists, and then leather enclosing them. "Spread wide" And her legs were out as far as she could reach. They two felt the touch of leather straps.

Looking down at her outstretched body, Alice wondered just what she her growing leather fetish had got her into.

While the older female ran her hands gently over Alice’s shivering body, the younger brushed her long blond hair into a ponytail on top of her head. Alice felt something being tightly wound around the stem and then it falling down her back, touching just between the shoulder blades.

She purred like a little blond kitten as the two females continued to explored the young body bound before them. One pair of leather clad hands flowed from her hands down one arm to her neck, planted a sensuous kiss, then continued up the other arm to the outstretched hand. Another pair started at her right foot. Alice’s body quivering with anticipation as they slowly caressed her legs, gradually moving upward. When they met her hips they ran over her tight bottom and flowed around her hips to meet at her, now aroused hairless slit. A very female mouth favored it with a gentle kiss and it’s tongue slipped upward over outer lips, begging for admittance.

A soft moan escaping Alice’s lips was all it required for a deeper probe. Both females smiled at Alice’s bodies quivering response.

"You have not needed to shave between your legs yet Alice. There is only an almost invisible soft down covering your prominent mound. But this does not go with these sixteen year olds breasts. How old are you really, Alice?" The older female asked.

Alice’s reply brought a gasp from the older female kneeling between her outstretched legs." I will be thirteen in three weeks" " My breast started to develop when I was eleven and my mother told me I have inherited her mothers set. I will be a 36 or 40 by the time I reach eighteen. None of our families females have underarm or pubic hair" whispered Alice. Only the older female in front was close enough to hear Alice’s words.

Alice’s words obviously astounded the red haired female. She stood, fingers reaching to Alice’s pouty lips. "Keep your tender age a secret from the master, little Alice if you ever expect to leave this torture chamber"

"Have you any experience with males, Alice" She asked. "No, I have been kept busy learning about horses and how to train and ride them. But I have let my stallions tong lick me off to a climax over the last two years." She confessed.

"That is something I must try" she smiled back. "But now it is time to prepare you for our master"

Alice looked up into the elder sex slaves eyes, just as a leather hood was pulled over her head from behind. Completely cutting off her vision, she could still hear, but a leather ball thrust into her mouth silenced any protest.

The gag suppressed a "Help Me!" as Alice felt herself drawn up by her slim wrists. The agony was almost overwhelming. But her Mistress had subjected her young pupils body to suspension and a whipping every time she failed to meet the high expectations set for her.

"The master is on his way to view my sisters protégé’. I am quite positive the sight of your tender young body I have stretched out for his pleasure will arouse him. As I promised you, he will offer whatever you desire for it’s use. Bargain hard. Your future depends on the next few minutes.

A female being punished with full suspension racking increases her torment by imagining all the agonies that could be inflicted on her exposed body. Often her master will simply sit silently nearby enjoying the splendors of his beautiful toy’s body enhanced through racking.

After what seemed an eternity, Alice heard an adult male voice. "You are Seymour’s prize pupil?" A stinging blow by a riding crop emphasized his inquiry. Alice nodded.

"You have arrived here of your own free will to avail yourself of our services?" Again a slash of the riding crop. Alice again nodded.

"If I agree to create leather masterpieces to caress and confine your sweet young body. Will you freely offer this same sweet sixteen body to pay for my creations ?’ Again the riding crop, but this time right across both swelling breasts. Alice’s head bounced up and down.

"While I seek out supple leather worthy of my skills and your body, my slaves will measure you for both the leather items you desire and the ones I desire to have on your body" Another slash, this time directly up between her outstretched legs caused Alice’s body to twitch uncontrollably upward.

If she could have seen the effect her screams, even muffled by the gag had on the voices owner. She would have been terrified. His scarred aged body, was covered in sweat and his maleness stood proudly forth.

A large male hand sought this target, thick middle finger probing her innermost slit, as another groped firm nipples. Thumb and forefinger pinching the left nipple.

"I can see why my slave sent you to her master, you are a great prize" A naturally submissive sex slave addicted to leather" A voice whispered in her leather clad ear.

His mesmerizing voice seeped into Alice’s pain racked mind, yes, it thought. Being punished recreates feelings only Knight-Riders probing tong had in her vaginal areas. Mistress Seymour taught Alice pain clears the mind of worldly cares to concentrate on achieving pleasure. Alice’s mind agreed.

"I will start work on the masterpieces. And when summoned, you will again travel here to my dungeons and allow your sweet body stretched out on the rack. Then I will to take your virginity as payment. Seal up her ears and let her stew until I return"

Through her agonies Alice heard the iron bound door slam shut behind him.

Her body slowly descending until she collapsed in a sweating heap on the floor. Alice almost fainted from the pain of blood flowing into her limbs. The older female’s voice whispered in her ear. "I will only partially replace the ear pieces. If you pretend to be deaf and dumb, you may overhear something to your benefit." Alice felt the touch of a tailors cloth tape as they measured both the lengths and diameters of her body. Then she was left alone in the dark.

Sometime later, the agonies in her arms were slowly abating and she heard footsteps approaching. Her heart raced, was this rescue or more torment?

More torment, as she felt herself being raised by her wrists again.

"You must be joking, this little creature Seymour finest pupil?’ a new male voice queried, "I have a dozen sexier little bitches under training in my new private mews"

"Not pony girls, Edward, this is Seymour horse jumping champion rider. The one she expects to ride in the Olympics for England someday" the original males voice replied.

"Well Seymour is a very fine judge of horses. She said this little sixteen year old has the talent to make the Olympic Team?. I really doubt she has the strength to even control a horse" the new voice went on.

Alice winced as two strong male hands dug their fingers into her breasts. "But I will take her off your hands and train her as a pony girl. She will bring a fortune when auctioned off to my eastern clients" Thomas.

"No Edward, I have my own plans for this little sex slave’ Her voluptuous body will keep mine pleasured into my retirement years. She still thinks she has a free will. But already I have her promise to freely return and submit to loosing her virginity on my rack over there" the older voice chortled.

"And of course auction off use of her body to the rest of your best friends afterwards, Thomas?"

"Well at least to you, Edward, I know how you like to rape the young ones bound in leather" Thomas replied.

"But you can have a little trial run. I bet you lunch if we lower her body to a kneeling position. She will let you try out her little mouth." Thomas went on.

Alice’s body was lowered to a kneeling position and the ball gag removed. As a submissive female, Alice knew what was coming next and opened her mouth wide. A male organ slid into her waiting mouth. Strong hands encompassed her hair, pinioning her head through two rough oral sex rapes.

The first was probably the younger male as his was both larger, firmer, and his discharge almost choked Alice with it’s flow, and lasted the longest. He was also not circumcised. The second was thinner and more supple, with a shorter weaker seamen discharge. The older male was also circumcised.

"Delightful little mouth. We will send out for a bottle of Champaign to celebrate while my staff measures her for the new pairs of riding boots she thought was all she was sent here for. I am sure she can work them off in the cage servicing your male customers" The two voices continued discussing Alice’s future as their voices faded away.

Sometime later, Alice was first freed from the confining leather helmet and next the restraints. The two leather clad females half carried her to a washroom, sitting her in an old claw footed tub full of warm soapy water. They gently unbound her hair, washing it with a leather scented soap. Then stood her up, and scrubbed her slightly tanned skin, invigorating aching muscles as they went. Next came a toweling with fluffy white towels.

A leather collar was placed around her slim neck and wrists drawn back up behind her shoulder blades, held in place with leather wristlets. With the younger female gripping Alice’s shoulders, the older slipped a leather bridle over her head and buckled it in place. She the showed the swiftly growing petrified young submissive a phallic shaped leather gag with it’s own straps, and tried to force it in her mouth. Alice pulled her head back "NOOOOO". But she then pinched Alice’s nose, until Alice was forced to take a gulp of air and shoved the thick black gag in. Then fastened it in place, securing it with two small brass locks, one on either side of her head. Then leather ankle restraints were connected with a hobble chain.

A thin black chain was attached in front, hanging between her breasts, completing her new outfit. Somehow they seemed natural to a confused Alice’s thoughts. Having to learn to breath only through the nose concentrated her attention.

The younger female then picked up the chain, leading Alice back out through the chambers door and up into the shop. Un-noticed on her earlier visit an Iron cage was set on a pedestal in a dim corner of the shop. The girl unlocked the cage and with a hand guiding Alice’s head, imprisoned her within.

"Sit up on your haunches as a good sex slave and you just might learn a few things, unless you want another thrashing with the crop ?" The younger girl threatened. Alice complied, perching herself on her toes, head straight up, touching the top of the cage.

A few minutes later a middle aged couple entered the store and began perusing the leather wares. When the lady discovered Alice in her cage, she called the man over.

"George, have a look at what Thomas has set out for rent this time. It is a perfect little teenager. Just what we need to decorate our wall at dinner tonight. Go and see if we can take it home. I am sure there is time for you to use her before chaining her spread eagle up on the dinning room wall as a conversation piece"

But the man was obviously annoyed when he returned to stand by Alice’s cage with his wife. "That girl said she is not for rent. The old fart has reserved this one for his exclusive use. She is just being stored her while he works on pieces to clothe and bind her. And even locked a muzzle on her, not even allowing the usual complimentary oral pleasure afforded his regular customers.

The two walked away and stopping to pick up a new riding crop, looked longingly back at a terrified Alice. They then exited the store after charging their purchase.

Alice retreated to the back of her iron cage as tears started to flow down her cheeks.

This scene was repeated three more times, and one lone male even reached in to her cage and fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples painfully. Alice was now totally terrified that this was her future.

The older leather clad female appeared and locked the stores door, turning off the front display lights. Then they both walked down the store to Alice’s cage and removed the thoroughly terrified little girl from her iron cage. The older again held Alice’s face up close in her leather clad hands.

"You have had a very near brush with female sex slave bondage little submissive. And are very lucky the master has a short attention span in his old age" The older one told her. "By tomorrow he will have forgotten your body, and by the weekend, I will have to remind him to keep working on your special garments. The boots will be crafted by others, and ready next week".

"Neither the Master, nor Edward saw your face and neither would have spoken freely if they had known you could hear them. Edward is a rising star in the little sex slave pony girl world. It is natural as he is a horse breeder and trainer, who has just accepted a plum job in the horse equestrian world. You now have one up on him as you can connect him to the bondage world. They will not recognize you if by some unlikely chance you meet. And of course neither will ever see you naked again" she went on. " I have honored my sisters commitment, protecting you from my master and his protegee’. I am sure you have learned caution from this afternoons strict bondage"

"And wish I could keep you for my self as I have Vanessa here", the older female sighed. Stroking Alice’s breast with one hand as the other probed her dampening slit. "I can tell you would enjoy the experience"

The younger female caressed Alice’s backside and breasts as the older kneeled in front burying her face between Alice’s welcoming hips. As the younger stroked her nipples erect, the elders hands gripped her firm bum cheeks. Probing deep with her experienced tong. Arousing little Alice far beyond were Knight-Riders had taken her. Finally Alice slumped against the older female, only staying on her feet as the younger supported her by the shoulders.

Satisfied with Alice’s awakening to the pleasures provided by a knowledgeable female, the two gently lowered their exhausted little sex toy to the floor and proceeded to strip the leather bondage gear off. Then they washed her supple form off with a warm cloth and stood her up on wobbly legs.

Perching a totally mesmerized Alice on the glass counter they dressed her in new white thigh high "Fuck Me"leggings , and learner height stiletto boots. A new leather thong was covered by a wrap around leather skirt. Next they chose a black leather bustier, pulling the rear confining laces tight. Causing Alice’s breasts to almost pop out of the cups. They topped her off with the black bow tied ponytail and a thigh length hooded cape. Standing back, they admired their handy work.

"If we added a basket, she would be little miss submissive sex slave riding hood" the younger one gleefully suggested.

"Yes the cape is overkill" the older agreed removing it.

But their mannequin slid off the counter, standing upright almost half a second. Before slumping to the floor as they stepped back admiring their handiwork.

Alice was obviously drifting far from reality, still in the wondrous place the two had flown her.

"Bring her here", the older instructing the younger, walking over to the leather chair in the riding boots section. She sat down and they bent the supple Alice over her lap. The younger girl kneeling in front of Alice’s head, pulling her arms tight over her head, by the wrists. When this tableau, was set Red head held Alice in place with her right hand. Flipped up the leather skirt and delivered a full dozen swats to Alice’s firm rear with her left. By the third, Alice moaned, sixth brought protests, by the eight she squirmed trying to get away. And by the eleventh and twelfth was fully awake sobbing.

She was released to stand between the two.

"I am not sure whether my hot rear or my hot sex is dominating my reality" Alice said in her normal voice. "My body feels as if it had been put through a wringer" But I loved your tonguing part the best" hugging the older female.

The two store staffers helped transferred the content of Alice’s purse to one the younger had brought from behind the counter. It was a single small shoulder style, and had the Masters symbol branded on the enclosing flap.

"Then call me for another lesson" she replied, tucking a card in-between Alice’s now prominently displayed breasts. And the younger tucked a leather teddy under the arm holding the shoulder purse in place.

Showing both the physical and mental resilience that would take her to the heights of her chosen world, Alice calmly kissed both females fully on the lips and walked out of the shops door. As Alice walked up the street, with only a slight wobble, due to the new learner stiletto boots she flipped open her cell phone, calling the chaffer to pick her up at the corner.

Robert caught the eye of his partner of eight years. And with a slight nod of the head, brought his attention to the young girl with the bobbing blond ponytail. She was swiftly working her way up through the thinning "day people" crowd towards them.

Robert and "Mohammed" were a pair of "Hard Boys" They had both been born right here in London. Robert, a typical London Cockney street tough and "Mohammed", an Arabic descent hard scrabble, had learned, to fight and win, brings survival.

Subsequently this was their turf. Nothing "Went Down" no new "Girl" walked nor scam ran without their hearing about it.

"Why do they seem to be getting younger every year ?’ Robert sighed. "I do not know whether to take her home or to the shop"

"If you mean your home, your wife, my sister will break something very large over your head" "Mohammed" smiled. I know If I caught my daughter even considering attempting to wear an outfit like she has on. I would lock her in her room for a week"

They turned facing the main thoroughfare at the sound of a new Rolls Cornice pulling up. A solid female in dark gray business suit stepped out of the front passenger seat and positioned herself by the rear passenger door. Another from the chaffers position walked around the rear of the large vehicle.

Two experienced street men knew a pair of bodyguards when they saw them. Both by preemptory stance and the very unusual, for Britain, slight bulge of weapons in shoulder holsters they both wore.

"We should check this pair and their vehicle out" Mohammed indicated to Robert.

"No need" his partner replied. The car and those two belong to the Fethersham Corporation. You are standing on some of their property. Lord and Lady Fethersham’s holding corporation, based in the Isle of Man, own among many other properties, about six square miles of London on this side of the Thames."

Just then the little blond girl drew up to were the two men stood. The female bodyguards right hand fingers touched brow in salute. One opened the rear passenger door as the other indicated she enter. As the little girl passed them by, she glanced up at the two men, smiled and licked her lips. Then entered the Rolls.

"Did you see that?" Mohammed said turning to his partner. "What ?" The little lips jester, or the brand on her purse indicating she belongs to that old lecher Thomas the leatherworker ?"Robert replied.

"Well, I suppose she is off to be Lord Fethershams after dinner sweet" chortled Mohammed as the two turned away and walked back down Alice’s route up Mews lane.

As Alice was driven away in her Rolls she looked back at the disappearing men..

"So that is what British "Bobbies" look like up close"