Enlightenment Through BDSM

There was a mirror to my side, just a little behind me in the changing area. Best to ignore that for now, I figured. I’d never liked looking in mirrors anyway. I had a task, and it was better over with sooner than later, right? I reached down, grabbing the bottom of the cloak, lifting ever so slightly. Why couldn’t I just rip it like a band-aid? I looked back over my shoulder, seeing Elash waiting with the measuring tape in her hand, a welcoming, patient look on her face.

I don’t really know why that helped, what came over me. Maybe it just reminded me that she was a professional, no smirking grin, hungry eyes, or devilish smile, just a woman doing her job. I pulled at the hem of the cloak, throwing the whole thing over me and tossing it to the ground. 

“Oh,” she said. “You really meant you have nothing.”

Any courage I had before vanished, and I could feel my whole body going as pink as my hair. It didn’t help that her hand was on my waist, the other wrapping around with the measuring tape. I could feel my tail lowering, covering my backside at least as she was behind me, but I realized I wouldn’t be able to cover everything, not the entire time anyway.

Her hands moved quick, measuring my legs, pulling an arm out and measuring that, around my hips and torso so, so many times. I’d never been fitted for anything before, but I’d never imagined my first time would take so long. Or that I’d be naked. Or that I’d be a girl…

The chest was the part I was worked up about most. I wasn’t sure how it’d work, but she wasn’t just going to like, grab them, right? No, it seemed, a quick measure under my new breasts, a slight gasp from me as the cold measuring tape fell against my nipples, and then a strange command I wasn’t expecting.

“Alright, bend over at the hips.”

“Huh?”

“Leaning chest measurement, dear.”

“Oh.” Did that happen? I wasn’t sure, but Kalia was just outside, could hear what was being said, and she didn’t say anything, so I complied.

It was strange, feeling them hanging there. Elash was walking around to my side though, and that became all my mind was focusing on. She’d been behind me for the most part, but now she was right next to me, leaning over. She got as good a look as she could ever have wanted as she wrapped the tape under me, pressing against the soft flesh, and then standing back up like nothing had happened.

“Just one last measurement, the awkward one.”

The awkward one? I couldn’t imagine anything more awkward than leaning over as she crawled nearly under me to measure my breasts, but I didn’t have to imagine anything. She grabbed it, the very base of my tail, running her other hand up it, sending shocks through my entire body.

“Yow!” I said, jumping up straight, all attempts to maintain modesty abandoned. I twisted to see what the hell she was doing, finding a wide-eyed tailor standing there with a measuring tape running along the length of my tail.

“I warned you it was the awkward one.”

“Right,” I said, turning back away. She let go of my tail and walked around as I covered myself up with my hands.

“Now, what type of clothes are you looking for?” she said, still not reacting at all to my nudity.

“I’ll be handling that portion,” Kalia said from outside the fitting wall.

Elash squinted in the direction the voice had come from, walking by me and back out into the store proper. I heard her speak next, but I didn’t understand the words. It didn’t sound like any language I’d heard either.

But my focus was shifted from sound to sight. I remembered, undistracted by the measuring process, that the wall I was standing behind wasn’t quite as solid as a normal dressing room wall. I jumped back with a small “eep!” and covered myself with my hands, cursing my tunnel vision. The wall wasn’t completely see-through, but there were holes, holes big enough for an eyeball to peak through, or for a piece of my body to be on display through, even from a short distance. I couldn’t handle the thought of that right now, having been seen from the outside, so I dealt with the problem the healthiest way I knew how: turning around and ignoring it.

I was vaguely aware of the voices speaking that strange language behind me as I turned around and saw the mirror. It was another shock, up against the portion of the wall I’d ignored since stepping back there, the only thing in the entire store that didn’t seem to come straight from the forest.

And I was there. Face even redder than I imagined, smaller than I remembered. I still had green eyes, maybe a little lighter than before, but everything else was completely different. I was smaller everywhere essentially, other than my chest. I was… cute? No, that couldn’t be right; I wasn’t supposed to be cute. But I was, stood there with one arm across my breasts, the other in between my legs, innocent look on my face. Even the ears were pretty cute, honestly…

I heard a knock behind me, whipping around once more. “She’s gone to get you some stuff to try on,” Kalia said. 

She was right there, just on the other side of the leaves. I could see her silhouette, blocking the light coming through the gaps, even see the colors of her jacket and hair. Standing there naked, inches away from her, only a bit of foliage between us, I felt it, for the first time. Well, I’d felt it inside me the entire time I’d been back here, had felt it back at the camp too. But with my hand covering my pussy, I felt the warmth on the outside for the first time, the growing moisture between my legs. 

“Okay,” I managed to squeak out, my fingers moving on their own down below. 

“She was a little curious what our situation was, so I told her what’s going on.”

“Huh?” I asked. I could hear the words, but focusing was so hard right now.

“Wanted to know why I’d be picking out your clothes, paying for them. I just told her the truth, that you’re my pet.”

“Guh!” I said, another high pitched squeak. I didn’t mean to, obviously. Who would mean to say that?

“She asked if she should bring you a set of underwear to try on the other clothes in. I told her she could bring some, but that I wasn’t sure you’d want to wear them. I mean, I wasn’t planning on buying you underwear anyways.”

No underwear? Was that my life now, walking around commando, regardless of what I was wearing? Fuck, both of my hands were moving on their own now, my right gently stroking my nipple, my left now splitting my lips, fingers slipping inside of me. God that was a wonderful feeling, so smooth, so electric.

“She said she would prefer you wear some underwear for your sake, that she doesn’t mind seeing you naked, but that it’s easier for her to remain professional that way. But that begs the question, Mai, what do you want? Do you want her to see you, stare at you, take in your body fully? Or do you want her to remain professional?”

What would that be like? “I don’t want her to be professional,” I said through bated breath.

“Alright then, I’ll tell her. Oh, and whatever you’re doing, you might want to wrap it up. She’s on her way back.”