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CRACKING CRYSTAL!
Chapter 1 – Arrogance Rewarded.
By
Anne Gray
She was an arrogant, supercilious, stuck up, snarky bitch and it was timeto take her down a peg or two; it would be my pleasure to do it.
Only in her mid twenties, and a dream to look at, she had an attitude thatnot even a mother could love. She stared down her nose at people like theywere something she had found on the sole of one of the high-heeled strappysandals she favoured.
Her answer to everything was the platinum no limit credit card in her Guccihandbag and while I loved running it through my cash register I had had enoughof her insulting behavior.
She was 5' 8" in height with a 38" – 25" – 35" figure. Her eyeswere jet black and there must have been a taste of South Asian blood somewherebecause they held just the hint of the almond shape. She used dark makeup aroundher eyes to make them even more noticeable and a dark cherry colored lipstick,impeccably applied, covered her generous lips.
I knew the measurements by heart because I had been fitting her for nearlytwo years - two years of sucking up to her credit card!
You see, I own and operate a downtown retail store specializing in ladiesfashions, leather fashions in fact, and she was a frequent customer. What shedidn't know was that attached to this store was my other one, smaller, verydiscrete and very, very, exclusive.
Off the back lane was a private parking spot outside my garage, close tothe entrance and known only to my "in group" of customers. At any given timeI could fill just about any request for the full range of fetish requirementsor BDSM equipment among other things.
Ms. Richards, as she demanded to be called having blown a fuse the one timeI called her by her first name, Crystal, had called me fifteen minutes afterclosing time Saturday indicating that she was on her way and expected me toremain to serve her.
I told her my staff had left and we were closed to which she retorted, "Thisis Ms Richards and I'll be there in ten minutes."
Enough was enough!
"I'll be waiting for you Ms. Richards but please park your car in my privatespot so that no-one else can see I am serving you and think I am still open." Igave her directions and she hung up.
I was waiting at the door when she parked the Mercedes convertible and, asshe strode towards me, I automatically checked her outfit. The colour of thecrisp, long sleeved lime green shirt was the same as the wide brimmed sun visorand the high-heeled sandals. Over the shirt was a three-button charcoal leatherwaistcoat that matched the tailored leather slacks. The outfit came with ahip length, belted jacket that was probably in the car and retailed at justover $2600 for the three pieces.
I knew that because I sold it to her a few weeks back.
As I led her down the short hallway that bypassed my other store I stucka hand in my pocket and punched a button on my cell that started the phoneringing in the main store.
"That's strange Ms Richards I wonder who is calling at this hour. Could itbe for you?"
"I am not in the habit of telling people my business because it is none oftheirs so no one knows I'm here." Her voice would have frozen hot coffee butto me it meant just one thing.
Gotcha!
Once we were in the main area I answered the phone and then said to her, "Sorryit was a wrong number now what can I do for you?"
She pointed to the outside of her left leg and I saw two long scratches inthe leather below her knee. "My friend's dog has ruined this outfit and I wantyou to replace the slacks."
I offered to try to repair them but she wouldn't hear of it; nothing woulddo but a new pair. I explained about matching hides and dye lots and that theremight be a shade or so difference in the new slacks. True to form she lookeddown her nose at me and said, "Then get me a completely new suit – theidiot who owns the dog will be paying anyway!"
"Certainly, Ms. Richards I'll see what I can find. In the meantime pleasestrip off those damaged slacks. The doors are locked and there is nobody herebut you and I so there is no need to use a dressing room."
When I returned I had a new outfit over my arm and a couple of toys fromthe other store in my pocket. She had taken off not just the slacks and waistcoatbut her shirt and I wondered why until I saw that she was leafing through arack of new ultra suede shirts that had just arrived.
"I'll try some of these before I leave," she informed me as she reached forthe new slacks.
Once she had them on I made a production of examining the fit and suggestedthey needed a slight alteration that I could do for her in a few minutes. Iasked her to reach behind her and hold the waistband of the slacks with herfingertips so I could chalk mark the change.
She did and doing so put her wrists within inches of each other.
The ½" wide, spring loaded metal cuff snapped shut clamping her wriststogether and without a second of hesitation I grabbed a handful of her hair,along with the strap of the sun visor, yanking back and down. Her mouth openedand I took great delight in jamming the large ball gag between her teeth.
She still hadn't reacted to my attack and I kicked the back of her kneesbringing her sprawling to the floor where I sat on her waist as I tightenedthe strap of the gag behind her head.
I thumbed the catch on the wrist clamp to the locked position then swungaround and smothered her now flailing legs with my body. Another spring loadedclamp and her ankles were secure; so was she!
"Well now Ms. Richards, or might I call you Crystal, what do you think ofthem apples?" I laughed as I sat beside her on the floor and, pulling off thevisor, grabbed another handful of hair using it to turn her face towards me.
Well, if looks could kill I was dead on the spot but they couldn't and Ihad things to do. Another visit to my back area produced a short length ofchain that I used to join the wrist and ankle cuffs until the bitch was nicelyhogtied.
I taped over the ball gag to stop some of the drooling but left off the blindfoldso she could watch me getting ready for the next step. And that was to getrid of her car - the only evidence she had been here.
The lime green shirt, charcoal leather slacks and waistcoat fitted me quitewell but the sandals were a bit tight. Not to worry, I pulled on the sun visorbecause it would be eye catching and although our hair was about the same colourthe cut was different and I wanted to draw any attention away from that.
I packed a couple of things in a carry bag, pulled on a pair of my own kidleather driving gloves and retrieved her purse from the counter.
Pushing a rack of clothes over next to her I used a pair of handcuffs tolock her hogtie chain to the frame then strapped on the blindfold and headedto the back door.
Sure enough the jacket was in the back seat and I pulled it on and tied thebelt; the top was down on the Mercedes and there was a slight chill in thelate evening air. I drove to the airport and pulled in to the long term parkingarea, put the top up, left the ticket on the dash and locked the car beforeheading inside the terminal.
Heading for the nearest washroom I used a cubicle to change from Crystal'sthings to an outfit of my own then wandered over to the taxi stand and tookone to a local hotel. A couple of drinks and something to eat in the cocktaillounge killed an hour then back out for another taxi to my store.
Her struggles had caused the rack to move a few feet but otherwise she wasexactly as I left her and when I removed the blindfold she had obviously beencrying.
"What's the matter Crystal are you crying because your tied up or becauseyour not in control or maybe because the gag doesn't let you insult me anymore?Back in a minute, don't go away!"
I was becoming my own best customer tonight I thought as I returned witha leather single arm binder and, releasing the hogtie but leaving the wristclamp on, worked it up her arms before started the process of lacing it untilher shoulders strained back and finally her elbows met.
During the process I removed her bra and released those nice, firm 38's.
I adjusted the four straps around the sheath that reinforced the lacing andthen tugged at the straps across her shoulders until they were taunt.
Replacing the ankle clamp with a short hobble chain I rolled her over onher back and straddled her stomach. The look on her face when she saw whatI held in my hands was priceless and more than made up for the business I wouldlose because she was no longer a customer.
The nipple clamps had serrated jaws, blunt yes, but little Ms Crystal wouldcertainly know they were in place because they were "come-a-long" clamps. Icoaxed each nipple up to receive one then joined them with a thin chain, snappinga leash to the middle of the chain I stood up.
A little tug and a softly spoken "Come on Crystal it's time to get you beddeddown for the night." She found her way to find her feet following the tug ofthe leash as I led her towards my living quarters.
I'll explain the set up I have here. Imagine a large old semi-detached threestorey house. I own both halves and after several thousand dollars the frontswere renovated to form my fashion outlet and the top two floors became my home.At the back, on the ground floor, was my other "outlet". In the basement wasa storeroom, at least part of it was; the rest of it was a large, fully equippedand self-contained dungeon that was yet another of my endeavors.
A small elevator ran between all levels but certain control buttons werehidden so that my secrets could not be revealed accidentally.
She shuffled bare-footed behind me to ease the tension on her nipples asI led her to the elevator and up to my private rooms.
One of the things Crystal didn't know yet was that she was in the hands ofthe town's leading leather Dominatrix. Most of my clients paid a very largefee to have their desires satisfied but, occasionally, I was also requestedto train someone not so willing. Ms. Rich Bitch was obviously not willing andthis one I was going to enjoy doing for free!
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