After our visit at Liberation, Joanna took me to Floozie Me at Islington Green. From the outside Floozie Me looks like a boudoir with its feathery displays and delightful lingerie. As soon as we entered we were welcomed by Gary, the handsome owner of this atmospheric little sex boutique spread over two floors. The ground floor has an exquisite display of sexy boots, latex, PVC and leather corsets; sophisticated lingerie and elegant sex toys. The basement is what I would call the “dungeon” with all the BDSM accessories and equipment.
To help me to get into the right mood, Joanna gave me a pair of leather gloves; my first fingerless leather gloves! I loved the place and the freedom to try on whatever I felt like. After I marvelled at the sexy boots and corsets , I spotted a leather miur cap at the window display. I immediately tried it on and went to check myself in the mirror. That was it! I’ve discovered my new look… Carried away, I picked up a sexy leather corset and here Joanna had to help me to lace it up. Wow – I was impressed. I don’t know for how long I was looking for a corset with strong yet flexible steel boning. Couldn’t stop starring at my curves at the mirror.
Anath – Joanna said smiling – You look ready to be taken into the dungeon downstairs now.
That’s a pity we don’t have a slave here 😉 – But wait! Gary – 2 teas for us please, strong, not too milky, half sugar.
And remember to stir it to the left! Better get it right otherwise you will be punished…
We both laughed as we walked down to the dungeon. I was thrilled with my first discovery there – the shiny PVC catsuits, so spectacular I wanted to try them all. The were incredibly beautiful and much to my surprise easy to wear, like the body suit with a removable crotch area which Joanna explained me was ideal for swinging parties or whenever you just fancy a “quickie” without having to get fully undressed. She also mentioned “queenning” but I have not idea what’s that.
I need to ask her…
My favourite catsuit looked like from the Kill Bill film, just not yellow but red – I have imagined myself in action…
Posture Collar
Later Joanna helped me to try on some posture collars. I thought I was going to choke with the first one I tried; a big thick leather posture collar which, although loose on my neck, still felt too restrictive. So I tried on another one, a smaller and softer collar, but it still felt too restrictive for me. I also tried on a heavy leather mask which thankfully Joanna didn’t bother fastening. I liked the looks and the scent coming off the leather mask but I did not like at all the feeling of wearing such a restrictive accessory. I knew then for certain that I was not made to be a submissive. My place was at the other side of these masks and collars. I think Joanna knew that too and asked me to try a on a sensual leather choker instead, something more appropriate for a Domme than for a sub.
Another thing there new for me was the combination of heavy duty suspension bondage equipment: suspension cuffs, gloves, jackets, belts. I was delighted touching the soft leather discovering that at the same time the strong metal construction can hold good size men in restrictive yet safe position.
Suspension Cuffs
We were almost finished in Floozie me’s “dungeon floor” when I spotted a strap-on. I immediately headed for it. “I want this” I cried like an excited little girl to Joanna, holding in my hand a strap-on with three dildos. Of course I had never used a strap on at all, but I just knew that I wanted to try one. Joanna laughed, “later darling, later” she said to me taking the strap-on out of my hands in order to explain how to wear it on different occasions. I was completely fascinated by it. But Joanna knew I was not ready for it yet. I had a few things to learn before I could use one of those.
I had so many questions in my head that after we finished visiting the fetish shops, Joanna and I decided to have dinner together to discuss what I had seen. In the restaurant we were seated next to a couple who were just starting their dinner. Our table was almost glued to theirs and we could hear their banal conversation in the background. After we ordered, we started chatting about what I had seen and my impressions. The couple next to us lowered their volume and started to hurry up eating. I am sure they heard Joanna telling me that when she goes out dining with other Mistresses and their slaves, the slaves do not eat. They just look and if they are good they are allowed to eat the leftovers! I found the idea amusing, but I guess that the couple next to us didn’t. They were even more shocked when we pulled out one of the fetish catalogues to discuss some of the leather designs. It was funny to see them looking down, trying to eat as fast as possible in order to pay up and go. For some strange reason I felt empowered.
That night on the train back home I wondered what kind of couple were they? Did they make love at all? I was sure that she would only have sex with the lights off and that he would love to see a woman standing in front of him dressed up in leather with a whip in her hand ordering him to bark like a dog…