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“Thank you and enjoy your purchase,” Emily said cheerfully as she finished ringing up and bagging a few items.

“With what I got, my partner will be surprised,” the customer replied cheekily as she took the bag and walked out the door.

Seeing the customer leave and no one else was around, Emily straightened out the counter by moving a few things back in place. Just as she finished, Jasmine walked from out of one of the aisles with a feather duster in hand.

“Latexialand, Latexialand. Won’t you allow us to give you a latex hand?” Jasmine sang confusingly while cleaning. She stopped for a moment, thinking over the words she just said and shivered. “That sounded a bit creepy doesn’t it?” Jasmine guessed while tilting her head to the side.

“At least it was better than you attempt at rapping,” Emily laughed once she saw her lover’s pouting face. If there’s one thing that made Emily laugh it was Jasmine’s attempts at making a cute jingle for work.

“It’s harder than I thought,” Jasmine pouted with her arms crossed under her latex covered chest.

Emily just giggled as she looked for something to do until the entrance bell rang, signaling the customer left the premises. Today wasn’t that slow nor was it busy as hell which was what they liked, giving them enough breathing room to relax. Luckily no crazy or angry customers came just yet, alonging the purple haired employee a chance to appreciate the day.

“Still, do we even need a jingle? I mean we get good business and we’re in the center of town, I’m sure no one’s gonna miss this place,” Emily explained helpfully as she walked to a clothing rack.

“It doesn’t hurt to give this place a bit more pizazz. We should try and hype us up more,” Jasmine cheered as if it was the most obvious answer.

“Sure, sure. Just keep on trying,” Emily laughed while going to the clothing racks. She shook her head in disappointment as a few outfits weren’t in their proper sections and grabbed them. She silently placed them back in the appropriate sections.

The girls continued to work by helping any random customer that entered or straightened up by cleaning the place. Before they even knew it, a few hours passed with their clock showing it was way past their usual lunch time.

“At least we can get some grub in a bit,” Emily mumbled, rubbing her latex blouse as her stomach growled hungrily. Taking care of this place made her hungry no matter what kind of day she had.

“Well we got plenty of places to pick from. What do you want?” Jasmine inquired as she pulled out her phone from her skirt pocket.

Hearing that caused Emily to think about what she was in the mood for. She wasn’t sure if she wanted the kung pao chicken or a calzone. Maybe she could get Jasmine to feed her whatever she ordered if she asked nicely. That thought alone brought a smile and to her face.

The door chimed causing Emily to forget about her food dream and look at their possible customer. “Welcome to Latexialand, Iridiapolois’s premiere latex shop. How can we help you?” Emily asked politely as she looked towards the customer, taking in the customer’s appearance.

The customer was a fair skinned woman with long purple hair with an icy blue color poking through that reached her chest. Her outfit consisted of a dark green latex top that had the top few buttons undone to show some cleavage with a corset holding it in place with a pinstripe skirt. To top it off, the woman wore smoky transparent leggings and a pair of high heels to make her more intimidating.

Once she took in the appearance of the customer, Emily waited to see if she needed any kind of assistance. The newcomer didn’t even look in her direction and started to browse the store. With nothing else to do, Emily sighed as she tried to think of something to do while watching her partner walk towards the customer to greet her.

Jasmine stopped in front of the customer, quietly clearing her throat and making the purple haired woman turn to her. The brunette froze the moment the mysterious woman’s crimson eyes looked into her own pink eyes. She could feel the woman start to pick her apart and judge her.

“Hello Madame, do you require any assistance?” Jasmine asked in a respectful tone, trying not to anger the customer in any way.

“I will let you know if I need any. I’m merely browsing after the owner suggested her merchandise,” the customer explained tersely.

“You mean Auntie Anne? She recommended our shop?” Jasmine asked, starting to calm down a bit.

“Then that must mean you’re her daughter-in-law, Jasmine right?” the customer asked

“I’m Jasmine Tilia, one of the daughters of the owners. It’s nice to meet you madame,” Jasmine replied, bowing her head slightly.

“And I am Madame Gwenivere,” the customer introduced herself, nodding at the respect she was shown and liking it. The newly named Gwenivere pushed her glasses up her nose, looking at a rack of latex catsuits uninterested. “I will say this shop has a bit of lackluster selection of catsuits,” Gwenivere stated, looking at the rack in disinterest.

“Those are our mass produced catsuits. We have them on the racks and plenty of them, but we do offer custom orders as well,” Jasmine answered while looking Gwenivere in her eyes. She didn’t want to show this powerful woman any disrespect at all.

“A good business practice. Are custom orders only for catsuits or can you get custom outfits made?” Gwenivere inquired while staring into Jasmine’s eyes intensely.

“We take custom orders for anything from hoods and masks to entire outfits and more,” Jasmine answered, feeling sweat forming on her forehead.

“The estimated time frame it takes to make a custom order?” Gwenivere asked while taking a step towards the brunette. This seemed to make Jasmine shrink a bit as the strict woman stood over her by almost a foot.

“Usually it takes two to three weeks, depending on the backlog, but we can have them completed within a few days for special occasions,” Jasmine answered, keeping herself from stuttering. Dealing with cranky and difficult customers wasn't any problem, it was normal, but Madame Gwenivere was causing Jasmine to word her responses carefully. Wouldn’t do her any good to cause a customer to leave unsatisfied.

“And repairs?” Gwenivere wondered, her eyes narrowing.

“We’ll do them within fifteen minutes of the customer asking for one,” Jasmine replied, silently hoping this would help with the customer’s curiosity. The purple haired customer looked at Jasmine, making her hold her breath and wait for the next question or her opinion.

“Adequate,” Gwenivere stated simply as she nodded, causing Jasmine’s shoulders to sag in relief.

“Hey Jas, everything okay?” Emily asked, making the brunette and customer look at her.

“Everything’s fine Emily. Just answering a few questions for Madame Gwenivere,” Jasmine explained politely while gesturing towards the strict customer.

“That’s good and all, but you’ve been at that for a few minutes now,” Emily explained, looking a bit concerned. She placed her hand on her lover’s shoulder in comfort and whispered, “Does she need to leave or what?”

“She wanted to know a few of our services we provide,” Jasmine answered while trying not to break a sweat. She was still a bit nervous from Gwenivere’s piercing stare and didn’t want to experience it again.

“And you are?” Gwenivere asked, one eyebrow rising as she turned her attention to the other girl.

“The name’s Emily and I’m just seeing what’s up. Maybe even help out,” Emily explained casually as if she didn’t see anything wrong with her lazy response.

“Is that so?” Gwenivere muttered frostily, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the purple and green haired girl.

Sensing the customer didn’t like what was going on, Jasmine moved in between them and pointed at a rack of dresses. “We have many dresses and styles that would suit you. Are there any you were looking for in particular?” Jasmine inquired, trying not to stutter and motion for Emily to leave.

“Not at this time, but something might catch my interest,” Gwenivere answered while moving hangers out of the way to see each and every dress available.

With the powerful woman distracted, Jasmine grabbed Emily’s shoulder and pushed her a few feet back. Luckily she didn’t fall to the ground but still stumbled a bit.

“What was that….,” Emily started to say before Jasmine placed a hand over her mouth.

“Just be quiet. I don’t want you to give her a reason to get angry,” Jasmine whispered just loud enough for her partner to hear. Looking back to Gwenivere to see that she wasn’t paying them any attention, something she was happy for.

“You worry to much,” Emily mumbled while rolling her eyes, “I’m sure she won’t mind”

“Just let me deal with this please? I’ll handle it without any problems,” Jasmine pleaded, trying to stop her lover from doing anything that could jeopardize any sales.

“Excuse me,” the strict customer called, causing Jasmine to stand up straight in fear.

“Yes? Is there anything you need help with?” Jasmine inquired politely as she moved to Gwenivere’s position. Seeing the cold stare of the strict customer was making the brunette wonder what was wrong or if she was displeased in any way.

“I found a few dresses, but would like to have an alteration done for one,” Gwenivere answered while holding two dresses over her arm. Handing the dresses over, Jasmine saw that one was a black military dress with gloves and shoulder tassels while the other was a red dress with a couple of buckles on the waist and shoulder. “I prefer to have this one in green,” Gwenivere ordered, pointing at the military dress.

“Of course. I’ll see if we have an in the back room,” Jasmine said as her shoulders sagged in relief. Taking the dresses and walking away from the customer, the brunette made her way to the back room to look through their stock. It didn’t take her long to find a matching military dress in the color Gwenivere wanted and took it with the other dress to the register counter back up front. With the clothes behind the counter, Jasmine briskly walked back to the aisle she was previously in to see Emily standing near Madame Gwenivere.

“Sooo, I’m curious, what do you do?” Emily asked, making a bit of small talk while stretching her left arm out a bit.

“What do I do?” Gwenivere repeated, stopping to stare at the purple haired employee while trying to make sense of the question..

“Just asking if you have a job or something. You look like you’re either some kind of higher up or eye candy for someone,” Emily guessed as she shrugged. Out of the corner of her eye, the purple haired girl saw a hat that was off it’s display head and put it back on it as Gwenivere glared at the back of her head.

“I’m back and just remembered we have a few other ensembles to show,” Jasmine announced, making the powerful woman look at her.

“And what kind of outfits are these?” Gwenivere inquired, momentarily forgetting about Emily’s question in favor of seeing more the store had to offer.

“Just a few unusual ones. I figured they could be worth showing,” Jasmine explained, walking past the customer and pulling out a couple of clothes on hangers. In one hand was a mainly black latex dress with matching gloves and stockings. The unusual thing about it was that the gloves and stockings had a gear accessory attached to them.

“But they’re worth noting for certain styles or tastes,” Jasmine continues as she lifts the second outfit. It was a black outfit with a green skirt, green glows with odd shoulder guards, and a singular stocking. If anyone were to look at it, they’d think it was some kind of sci-fi or anime maid outfit.

“That they are,” Gwenivere mumbled, staring at the outfits and Jasmine by proxy. “But still worth examining.”

Being in her sights wasn’t something Jasmine wanted or needed at the moment, but she couldn’t let Emily do something foolish and get them in trouble. She refused to swallow the lump in her though while in the presence of this woman. With Gwenivere being silent and looking at her, Jasmine was sure she’d get criticized for showing the products.

“May I?” Gwenivere asked, her arm out with her hand opened.

“Oh yes, go right ahead,” Jasmine said politely while carefully handing the outfits to the customer. The brunette watched the purple haired mistress carefully examine both outfits, even heard a few hushed whispers on said outfits. After a minute of looking and touching, Gwenivere turned her piercing gaze back to Jasmine.

“I would like to save these if possible,” Gwenivere commanded with an eager yet fierce glint in her eyes. It was as if the outfits pleased her in some way and had a plan for them.

“That’ll be no problem. We can hold onto them for a decent while,” Jasmine sighed in relief, taking one of the outfits and hanging it off her arm.

“You might want different sizes though if you’re getting them for yourself. You seem to be a bit too busty to wear them if you ask me,” Emily butted in while taking one of the outfits and looking between it and the strict customer.

“Those aren’t for me. I’m saving them for my roommates,” Gwenivere stressed, not looking too pleased by Emily’s comment. Even her gaze was slowly escalating into a light glare.

“I'm sure you are. I don’t judge anyone’s preference or kink,” Emily muttered dismissively, not seeing anything wrong with it. She wasn’t one to judge anyone on their lifestyle or choices. With her back turned she couldn’t see the glare of hatred and a look of worry being sent in her direction.

“We got some other products you might be interested in,” Jasmine explains quickly while ushering Gwenivere towards another section of the store, hoping to distract her. Luckily the next area of the shop was just at the end of the aisle, against the opposite wall, so they didn’t need to walk that far.

Once there Jasmine took the time to look over a few items there and grabbed one of the nearest ones which was a gag and blindfold combo. “We get a few of these every now and then for anyone to use and buy. There’s various gags we carry from ball to inflatable and everything in,” Jasmine explained, showing off the item in her latex gloved hand and pointing at others like it.

“Variety never hurts and spices up everything,” Gwenivere admitted as she stared at the gags in front of her. She could see using a few of them as various scenarios played out in her mind. “And I could use a new one,” Gwenivere muttered

“And over there we have plenty of masks, hoods, and few animegao kigurumis for any sub or dom whether it’s for bedroom plays, social outings or evening events,” Jasmine recited dramatically, feeling her fears die down even as she pointed at the other wall to their left. A few feet away from them was a wall decorated in numerous mannequin heads with all kinds of masks, hoods and blindfolds.

“Will definitely need to bring Zell here,” Gwenivere muttered while trancing her latex covered hand over the lips of one mask.

“We even have some riding crops and whips for any theme imaginable,” Jasmine continued as she presented the products hanging off the wall and drawing Gwenivere’s attention towards said items. Before the purple haired mistress were a good number of whips, crops, paddles and more. There were some that were specially made for all kinds of activities, added functions and a few that were unique in design.

Peering at all of the instruments of pain and pleasure, Gwenivere took her time to examine each of them as the one she had at her mansion was falling apart. Moving a few of them revealed an interesting looking crop to the purple haired mistress. The item in question had an unusual shape as the handle was thick with a circular guard, a trigger at the base of the guard and a shorter whip. Taking it off the hook, Gwenivere looked at it curiously, wondering why it was so small compared to the others.

As if reading the mistress’s mind, Jasmine cleared her throat and said, “That’s one of our own custom made orders. What you hold is a two in one riding crop that allows it to extend.”

“Extend?” Gwenivere inquired, tearing her gaze from the item in hand to the employee in question.

“It means it gets longer when you use it. Just hold the small trigger near the crop,” Emily said offhandedly as she walked out of one aisle and behind Jasmine. The purple and green haired girl moved her arm and started to rearrange some products on the shelves as she said, “It was built with the idea of two in one in mind cause some people are lazy.”

“Lazy?” Gwenivere muttered neutrally with her eyes narrowing in anger.

“Yeah, I mean there are plenty of masters and mistresses that don’t want to swap out individual pieces so why not. It also helps with someone who’s lazy or just stupid and forgetful,” Emily explained half assed while taking an unused hanger off the rack. Just then the hanger split apart an inch away from her finger with a loud snap. The two employees watched as part of the hanger fell to the ground with a loud clatter before stopping and allowing them to stare at it wordlessly.

The gentle sound of heels clicking against the ground cause the two to look at Gwenivere as she gently yet strictly walked towards them. With the customer getting ever so closer, Emily took a shaky step back while Jasmine took a step to her right. Gwenivere calmly walked past the scared brunette, causing her to sigh in relief as the customer honed in on Emily and stopped just a foot away from her.

“I’ll give you some free advice little girl, keep any opinions and smart remarks to yourself unless you want to face some backlash in return,” Gwenivere stated while rubbing the crop under Emily’s chin with a sinister smile on her face. Emily started the shake from this and wasn’t sure what was more terrifying.

“G-Good advice. G-Great even,” Emily stuttered while trying not to take another step back.

“It’ll help you later on in life Emily. You never know when your comments will anger someone and cause you to get punished,” Gwenivere explained as she traced the riding crop under Emily’s chin before walking away. Leaving the girl where she was, Gwenivere stopped right in front of Jasmine, who was standing in another aisle, and glanced at her.

Making sure that she didn’t swallow any saliva to quench her dry throat, Jasmine stood as tall as she could and shakily said, “Would you like to see anything else we can offer? We do carry a few other products that you haven’t seen just yet.”

“No, I believe I’ve seen enough for one day. I’ll just pay for the dresses and this riding crop for now,” Gwenivere replied with a small yet pleasant smile. With that said, the purple haired woman walked away from the girls and let them stew in their own fears.

“Jass,” Emily whimpered.

“Yes?” Jasmine gulped nervously.

“She scares me,” Emily admitted fearfully.

“Me too Em. Me too,” Jasmine replied just as frightened. Taking a moment to breathe, the brunette employee steeled herself and made her way towards the counter. “Let’s just ring up her purchases and she’ll be outa here in a minute or two. We can do this,” Jasmine mumbled to herself, nearing the register where Gwenivere was waiting patiently.

Once she was on the other side of the counter she started to ring up the red dress and riding crop/whip. When the amount appeared on screen, Gwenivere thought the price was fair and handed the correct amount to Jasmine.

“Thank you and hope you come again,” Jasmine encouraged despite her gut saying not to. She tried keeping a calm and polite demeanor until this woman left the vicinity.

“I’ll keep that in mind. You certainly have an interesting selection here. But I’ll have to come back with a few friends that need to come by,” Gwenivere admitted, thinking back to a few things she saw that caught her eye.

“Well If you do bring some friends, we’ll give them the same welcome and treatment we gave you,” Jasmine promised while holding back the urge to scream. Hearing the purple haired customer was gonna possibly bring friends next time scared Jasmine a whole lot more. She pushed the frightening image to the back of her mind as she quickly bagged Gwenivere’s purchases as quickly as she could.

“Hopefully it’ll be better next time,” Gwenivere muttered spitefully, as she glanced behind her.

The customer calmly took the bag and was about to walk towards the door when it opened, ringing the bell in the process. Standing on the other side of the entrance doors stood two older men who entered the shop. The first of the two was a brown haired man with glasses wearing a blue jacket and dark blue jeans while his companion has teal hair with purple highlights and wearing a black latex shirt and khakis.

“Hey Dad,” Jasmine cheered and waved happily to the brunette male.

“Working hard, sweetie?” her father asked before chuckling to himself.

“Oh she’s working hard and has been helping me find a few things,” Gwenivere chuckled as she turned to face the two wither a sinister grin on her face. The two newcomers froze while their eyes went wide in shock and fear at the sight of Gwenivere.

“Mistress…,” the teal haired mule muttered in fear.

“Gwenivere,” The brunette said slightly louder but just as terrified as his companion. The two stood there as if rooted to the spot.

“It certainly is a surprise to see you again Dante, Ratekku,” Gwenivere said, walking towards the two frozen men. She walked around them, gently dragging her latex covered hand along their backs causing them to flinch. “It’s been a good while since we last met. Zell’s been lonely since you two left,” Gwenivere informed the two as she continued to walk around them.

“You know her?” Emily asked curiously while walking out of an isle. The purple haired employee took a small step back in fear as Gwenivere looked at her like she was an insignificant insect.

“We’ve met at one of my parties and had a grand old time. It was one of my usual events for everyone who attends to explore new things and witness wonderful sites never seen before,” Gwenivere replied fondly with a dark grin on her face.

“I’m ….. really confused,” Jasmine muttered with Emily nodding as well.

“But that was in the past. Still you should come by someday, Zell would like to see you two again,” Gwenivere said, glaring in a way that said try and deny my request.

“We’ll have to check our schedule first,” Dante answered nervously, prayinghis answer was good enough for her.

“And we’ll need to speak to our wives. They might want to come as well,” Ratekku added, thinking of any possible excuse.

“Very well. Anne has my number and do notify me when you can,” Gwenivere commanded as she walked in between the two. “I know Zell would love to see both of you and Miku might want to play as well,” Gwenivere commented, causing both men to pale at that.

“We will,” Dante and Ratekku whimpered, hoping this would pacify her.

“Good,” Gwenivere said, satisfied with the answer. With that said and done, Gwenivere started to walk towards the two freightened males as they moved out of her way to let her leave the store.

“What was she talking about dad?” Emily asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

“Something that little girls like you shouldn’t worry about,” Gwenivere replied mischievously as she walked out the door, leaving the fathers terrified and the daughters confused.

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“Thank you and enjoy your purchase,” Emily said cheerfully as she finished ringing up and bagging a few items.

“With what I got, my partner will be surprised,” the customer replied cheekily as she took the bag and walked out the door.

Seeing the customer leave and no one else was around, Emily straightened out the counter by moving a few things back in place. Just as she finished, Jasmine walked from out of one of the aisles with a feather duster in hand.

“Latexialand, Latexialand. Won’t you allow us to give you a latex hand?” Jasmine sang confusingly while cleaning. She stopped for a moment, thinking over the words she just said and shivered. “That sounded a bit creepy doesn’t it?” Jasmine guessed while tilting her head to the side.

“At least it was better than you attempt at rapping,” Emily laughed once she saw her lover’s pouting face. If there’s one thing that made Emily laugh it was Jasmine’s attempts at making a cute jingle for work.

“It’s harder than I thought,” Jasmine pouted with her arms crossed under her latex covered chest.

Emily just giggled as she looked for something to do until the entrance bell rang, signaling the customer left the premises. Today wasn’t that slow nor was it busy as hell which was what they liked, giving them enough breathing room to relax. Luckily no crazy or angry customers came just yet, alonging the purple haired employee a chance to appreciate the day.

“Still, do we even need a jingle? I mean we get good business and we’re in the center of town, I’m sure no one’s gonna miss this place,” Emily explained helpfully as she walked to a clothing rack.

“It doesn’t hurt to give this place a bit more pizazz. We should try and hype us up more,” Jasmine cheered as if it was the most obvious answer.

“Sure, sure. Just keep on trying,” Emily laughed while going to the clothing racks. She shook her head in disappointment as a few outfits weren’t in their proper sections and grabbed them. She silently placed them back in the appropriate sections.

The girls continued to work by helping any random customer that entered or straightened up by cleaning the place. Before they even knew it, a few hours passed with their clock showing it was way past their usual lunch time.

“At least we can get some grub in a bit,” Emily mumbled, rubbing her latex blouse as her stomach growled hungrily. Taking care of this place made her hungry no matter what kind of day she had.

“Well we got plenty of places to pick from. What do you want?” Jasmine inquired as she pulled out her phone from her skirt pocket.

Hearing that caused Emily to think about what she was in the mood for. She wasn’t sure if she wanted the kung pao chicken or a calzone. Maybe she could get Jasmine to feed her whatever she ordered if she asked nicely. That thought alone brought a smile and to her face.

The door chimed causing Emily to forget about her food dream and look at their possible customer. “Welcome to Latexialand, Iridiapolois’s premiere latex shop. How can we help you?” Emily asked politely as she looked towards the customer, taking in the customer’s appearance.

The customer was a fair skinned woman with long purple hair with an icy blue color poking through that reached her chest. Her outfit consisted of a dark green latex top that had the top few buttons undone to show some cleavage with a corset holding it in place with a pinstripe skirt. To top it off, the woman wore smoky transparent leggings and a pair of high heels to make her more intimidating.

Once she took in the appearance of the customer, Emily waited to see if she needed any kind of assistance. The newcomer didn’t even look in her direction and started to browse the store. With nothing else to do, Emily sighed as she tried to think of something to do while watching her partner walk towards the customer to greet her.

Jasmine stopped in front of the customer, quietly clearing her throat and making the purple haired woman turn to her. The brunette froze the moment the mysterious woman’s crimson eyes looked into her own pink eyes. She could feel the woman start to pick her apart and judge her.

“Hello Madame, do you require any assistance?” Jasmine asked in a respectful tone, trying not to anger the customer in any way.

“I will let you know if I need any. I’m merely browsing after the owner suggested her merchandise,” the customer explained tersely.

“You mean Auntie Anne? She recommended our shop?” Jasmine asked, starting to calm down a bit.

“Then that must mean you’re her daughter-in-law, Jasmine right?” the customer asked

“I’m Jasmine Tilia, one of the daughters of the owners. It’s nice to meet you madame,” Jasmine replied, bowing her head slightly.

“And I am Madame Gwenivere,” the customer introduced herself, nodding at the respect she was shown and liking it. The newly named Gwenivere pushed her glasses up her nose, looking at a rack of latex catsuits uninterested. “I will say this shop has a bit of lackluster selection of catsuits,” Gwenivere stated, looking at the rack in disinterest.

“Those are our mass produced catsuits. We have them on the racks and plenty of them, but we do offer custom orders as well,” Jasmine answered while looking Gwenivere in her eyes. She didn’t want to show this powerful woman any disrespect at all.

“A good business practice. Are custom orders only for catsuits or can you get custom outfits made?” Gwenivere inquired while staring into Jasmine’s eyes intensely.

“We take custom orders for anything from hoods and masks to entire outfits and more,” Jasmine answered, feeling sweat forming on her forehead.

“The estimated time frame it takes to make a custom order?” Gwenivere asked while taking a step towards the brunette. This seemed to make Jasmine shrink a bit as the strict woman stood over her by almost a foot.

“Usually it takes two to three weeks, depending on the backlog, but we can have them completed within a few days for special occasions,” Jasmine answered, keeping herself from stuttering. Dealing with cranky and difficult customers wasn't any problem, it was normal, but Madame Gwenivere was causing Jasmine to word her responses carefully. Wouldn’t do her any good to cause a customer to leave unsatisfied.

“And repairs?” Gwenivere wondered, her eyes narrowing.

“We’ll do them within fifteen minutes of the customer asking for one,” Jasmine replied, silently hoping this would help with the customer’s curiosity. The purple haired customer looked at Jasmine, making her hold her breath and wait for the next question or her opinion.

“Adequate,” Gwenivere stated simply as she nodded, causing Jasmine’s shoulders to sag in relief.

“Hey Jas, everything okay?” Emily asked, making the brunette and customer look at her.

“Everything’s fine Emily. Just answering a few questions for Madame Gwenivere,” Jasmine explained politely while gesturing towards the strict customer.

“That’s good and all, but you’ve been at that for a few minutes now,” Emily explained, looking a bit concerned. She placed her hand on her lover’s shoulder in comfort and whispered, “Does she need to leave or what?”

“She wanted to know a few of our services we provide,” Jasmine answered while trying not to break a sweat. She was still a bit nervous from Gwenivere’s piercing stare and didn’t want to experience it again.

“And you are?” Gwenivere asked, one eyebrow rising as she turned her attention to the other girl.

“The name’s Emily and I’m just seeing what’s up. Maybe even help out,” Emily explained casually as if she didn’t see anything wrong with her lazy response.

“Is that so?” Gwenivere muttered frostily, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the purple and green haired girl.

Sensing the customer didn’t like what was going on, Jasmine moved in between them and pointed at a rack of dresses. “We have many dresses and styles that would suit you. Are there any you were looking for in particular?” Jasmine inquired, trying not to stutter and motion for Emily to leave.

“Not at this time, but something might catch my interest,” Gwenivere answered while moving hangers out of the way to see each and every dress available.

With the powerful woman distracted, Jasmine grabbed Emily’s shoulder and pushed her a few feet back. Luckily she didn’t fall to the ground but still stumbled a bit.

“What was that….,” Emily started to say before Jasmine placed a hand over her mouth.

“Just be quiet. I don’t want you to give her a reason to get angry,” Jasmine whispered just loud enough for her partner to hear. Looking back to Gwenivere to see that she wasn’t paying them any attention, something she was happy for.

“You worry to much,” Emily mumbled while rolling her eyes, “I’m sure she won’t mind”

“Just let me deal with this please? I’ll handle it without any problems,” Jasmine pleaded, trying to stop her lover from doing anything that could jeopardize any sales.

“Excuse me,” the strict customer called, causing Jasmine to stand up straight in fear.

“Yes? Is there anything you need help with?” Jasmine inquired politely as she moved to Gwenivere’s position. Seeing the cold stare of the strict customer was making the brunette wonder what was wrong or if she was displeased in any way.

“I found a few dresses, but would like to have an alteration done for one,” Gwenivere answered while holding two dresses over her arm. Handing the dresses over, Jasmine saw that one was a black military dress with gloves and shoulder tassels while the other was a red dress with a couple of buckles on the waist and shoulder. “I prefer to have this one in green,” Gwenivere ordered, pointing at the military dress.

“Of course. I’ll see if we have an in the back room,” Jasmine said as her shoulders sagged in relief. Taking the dresses and walking away from the customer, the brunette made her way to the back room to look through their stock. It didn’t take her long to find a matching military dress in the color Gwenivere wanted and took it with the other dress to the register counter back up front. With the clothes behind the counter, Jasmine briskly walked back to the aisle she was previously in to see Emily standing near Madame Gwenivere.

“Sooo, I’m curious, what do you do?” Emily asked, making a bit of small talk while stretching her left arm out a bit.

“What do I do?” Gwenivere repeated, stopping to stare at the purple haired employee while trying to make sense of the question..

“Just asking if you have a job or something. You look like you’re either some kind of higher up or eye candy for someone,” Emily guessed as she shrugged. Out of the corner of her eye, the purple haired girl saw a hat that was off it’s display head and put it back on it as Gwenivere glared at the back of her head.

“I’m back and just remembered we have a few other ensembles to show,” Jasmine announced, making the powerful woman look at her.

“And what kind of outfits are these?” Gwenivere inquired, momentarily forgetting about Emily’s question in favor of seeing more the store had to offer.

“Just a few unusual ones. I figured they could be worth showing,” Jasmine explained, walking past the customer and pulling out a couple of clothes on hangers. In one hand was a mainly black latex dress with matching gloves and stockings. The unusual thing about it was that the gloves and stockings had a gear accessory attached to them.

“But they’re worth noting for certain styles or tastes,” Jasmine continues as she lifts the second outfit. It was a black outfit with a green skirt, green glows with odd shoulder guards, and a singular stocking. If anyone were to look at it, they’d think it was some kind of sci-fi or anime maid outfit.

“That they are,” Gwenivere mumbled, staring at the outfits and Jasmine by proxy. “But still worth examining.”

Being in her sights wasn’t something Jasmine wanted or needed at the moment, but she couldn’t let Emily do something foolish and get them in trouble. She refused to swallow the lump in her though while in the presence of this woman. With Gwenivere being silent and looking at her, Jasmine was sure she’d get criticized for showing the products.

“May I?” Gwenivere asked, her arm out with her hand opened.

“Oh yes, go right ahead,” Jasmine said politely while carefully handing the outfits to the customer. The brunette watched the purple haired mistress carefully examine both outfits, even heard a few hushed whispers on said outfits. After a minute of looking and touching, Gwenivere turned her piercing gaze back to Jasmine.

“I would like to save these if possible,” Gwenivere commanded with an eager yet fierce glint in her eyes. It was as if the outfits pleased her in some way and had a plan for them.

“That’ll be no problem. We can hold onto them for a decent while,” Jasmine sighed in relief, taking one of the outfits and hanging it off her arm.

“You might want different sizes though if you’re getting them for yourself. You seem to be a bit too busty to wear them if you ask me,” Emily butted in while taking one of the outfits and looking between it and the strict customer.

“Those aren’t for me. I’m saving them for my roommates,” Gwenivere stressed, not looking too pleased by Emily’s comment. Even her gaze was slowly escalating into a light glare.

“I'm sure you are. I don’t judge anyone’s preference or kink,” Emily muttered dismissively, not seeing anything wrong with it. She wasn’t one to judge anyone on their lifestyle or choices. With her back turned she couldn’t see the glare of hatred and a look of worry being sent in her direction.

“We got some other products you might be interested in,” Jasmine explains quickly while ushering Gwenivere towards another section of the store, hoping to distract her. Luckily the next area of the shop was just at the end of the aisle, against the opposite wall, so they didn’t need to walk that far.

Once there Jasmine took the time to look over a few items there and grabbed one of the nearest ones which was a gag and blindfold combo. “We get a few of these every now and then for anyone to use and buy. There’s various gags we carry from ball to inflatable and everything in,” Jasmine explained, showing off the item in her latex gloved hand and pointing at others like it.

“Variety never hurts and spices up everything,” Gwenivere admitted as she stared at the gags in front of her. She could see using a few of them as various scenarios played out in her mind. “And I could use a new one,” Gwenivere muttered

“And over there we have plenty of masks, hoods, and few animegao kigurumis for any sub or dom whether it’s for bedroom plays, social outings or evening events,” Jasmine recited dramatically, feeling her fears die down even as she pointed at the other wall to their left. A few feet away from them was a wall decorated in numerous mannequin heads with all kinds of masks, hoods and blindfolds.

“Will definitely need to bring Zell here,” Gwenivere muttered while trancing her latex covered hand over the lips of one mask.

“We even have some riding crops and whips for any theme imaginable,” Jasmine continued as she presented the products hanging off the wall and drawing Gwenivere’s attention towards said items. Before the purple haired mistress were a good number of whips, crops, paddles and more. There were some that were specially made for all kinds of activities, added functions and a few that were unique in design.

Peering at all of the instruments of pain and pleasure, Gwenivere took her time to examine each of them as the one she had at her mansion was falling apart. Moving a few of them revealed an interesting looking crop to the purple haired mistress. The item in question had an unusual shape as the handle was thick with a circular guard, a trigger at the base of the guard and a shorter whip. Taking it off the hook, Gwenivere looked at it curiously, wondering why it was so small compared to the others.

As if reading the mistress’s mind, Jasmine cleared her throat and said, “That’s one of our own custom made orders. What you hold is a two in one riding crop that allows it to extend.”

“Extend?” Gwenivere inquired, tearing her gaze from the item in hand to the employee in question.

“It means it gets longer when you use it. Just hold the small trigger near the crop,” Emily said offhandedly as she walked out of one aisle and behind Jasmine. The purple and green haired girl moved her arm and started to rearrange some products on the shelves as she said, “It was built with the idea of two in one in mind cause some people are lazy.”

“Lazy?” Gwenivere muttered neutrally with her eyes narrowing in anger.

“Yeah, I mean there are plenty of masters and mistresses that don’t want to swap out individual pieces so why not. It also helps with someone who’s lazy or just stupid and forgetful,” Emily explained half assed while taking an unused hanger off the rack. Just then the hanger split apart an inch away from her finger with a loud snap. The two employees watched as part of the hanger fell to the ground with a loud clatter before stopping and allowing them to stare at it wordlessly.

The gentle sound of heels clicking against the ground cause the two to look at Gwenivere as she gently yet strictly walked towards them. With the customer getting ever so closer, Emily took a shaky step back while Jasmine took a step to her right. Gwenivere calmly walked past the scared brunette, causing her to sigh in relief as the customer honed in on Emily and stopped just a foot away from her.

“I’ll give you some free advice little girl, keep any opinions and smart remarks to yourself unless you want to face some backlash in return,” Gwenivere stated while rubbing the crop under Emily’s chin with a sinister smile on her face. Emily started the shake from this and wasn’t sure what was more terrifying.

“G-Good advice. G-Great even,” Emily stuttered while trying not to take another step back.

“It’ll help you later on in life Emily. You never know when your comments will anger someone and cause you to get punished,” Gwenivere explained as she traced the riding crop under Emily’s chin before walking away. Leaving the girl where she was, Gwenivere stopped right in front of Jasmine, who was standing in another aisle, and glanced at her.

Making sure that she didn’t swallow any saliva to quench her dry throat, Jasmine stood as tall as she could and shakily said, “Would you like to see anything else we can offer? We do carry a few other products that you haven’t seen just yet.”

“No, I believe I’ve seen enough for one day. I’ll just pay for the dresses and this riding crop for now,” Gwenivere replied with a small yet pleasant smile. With that said, the purple haired woman walked away from the girls and let them stew in their own fears.

“Jass,” Emily whimpered.

“Yes?” Jasmine gulped nervously.

“She scares me,” Emily admitted fearfully.

“Me too Em. Me too,” Jasmine replied just as frightened. Taking a moment to breathe, the brunette employee steeled herself and made her way towards the counter. “Let’s just ring up her purchases and she’ll be outa here in a minute or two. We can do this,” Jasmine mumbled to herself, nearing the register where Gwenivere was waiting patiently.

Once she was on the other side of the counter she started to ring up the red dress and riding crop/whip. When the amount appeared on screen, Gwenivere thought the price was fair and handed the correct amount to Jasmine.

“Thank you and hope you come again,” Jasmine encouraged despite her gut saying not to. She tried keeping a calm and polite demeanor until this woman left the vicinity.

“I’ll keep that in mind. You certainly have an interesting selection here. But I’ll have to come back with a few friends that need to come by,” Gwenivere admitted, thinking back to a few things she saw that caught her eye.

“Well If you do bring some friends, we’ll give them the same welcome and treatment we gave you,” Jasmine promised while holding back the urge to scream. Hearing the purple haired customer was gonna possibly bring friends next time scared Jasmine a whole lot more. She pushed the frightening image to the back of her mind as she quickly bagged Gwenivere’s purchases as quickly as she could.

“Hopefully it’ll be better next time,” Gwenivere muttered spitefully, as she glanced behind her.

The customer calmly took the bag and was about to walk towards the door when it opened, ringing the bell in the process. Standing on the other side of the entrance doors stood two older men who entered the shop. The first of the two was a brown haired man with glasses wearing a blue jacket and dark blue jeans while his companion has teal hair with purple highlights and wearing a black latex shirt and khakis.

“Hey Dad,” Jasmine cheered and waved happily to the brunette male.

“Working hard, sweetie?” her father asked before chuckling to himself.

“Oh she’s working hard and has been helping me find a few things,” Gwenivere chuckled as she turned to face the two wither a sinister grin on her face. The two newcomers froze while their eyes went wide in shock and fear at the sight of Gwenivere.

“Mistress…,” the teal haired mule muttered in fear.

“Gwenivere,” The brunette said slightly louder but just as terrified as his companion. The two stood there as if rooted to the spot.

“It certainly is a surprise to see you again Dante, Ratekku,” Gwenivere said, walking towards the two frozen men. She walked around them, gently dragging her latex covered hand along their backs causing them to flinch. “It’s been a good while since we last met. Zell’s been lonely since you two left,” Gwenivere informed the two as she continued to walk around them.

“You know her?” Emily asked curiously while walking out of an isle. The purple haired employee took a small step back in fear as Gwenivere looked at her like she was an insignificant insect.

“We’ve met at one of my parties and had a grand old time. It was one of my usual events for everyone who attends to explore new things and witness wonderful sites never seen before,” Gwenivere replied fondly with a dark grin on her face.

“I’m ….. really confused,” Jasmine muttered with Emily nodding as well.

“But that was in the past. Still you should come by someday, Zell would like to see you two again,” Gwenivere said, glaring in a way that said try and deny my request.

“We’ll have to check our schedule first,” Dante answered nervously, prayinghis answer was good enough for her.

“And we’ll need to speak to our wives. They might want to come as well,” Ratekku added, thinking of any possible excuse.

“Very well. Anne has my number and do notify me when you can,” Gwenivere commanded as she walked in between the two. “I know Zell would love to see both of you and Miku might want to play as well,” Gwenivere commented, causing both men to pale at that.

“We will,” Dante and Ratekku whimpered, hoping this would pacify her.

“Good,” Gwenivere said, satisfied with the answer. With that said and done, Gwenivere started to walk towards the two freightened males as they moved out of her way to let her leave the store.

“What was she talking about dad?” Emily asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

“Something that little girls like you shouldn’t worry about,” Gwenivere replied mischievously as she walked out the door, leaving the fathers terrified and the daughters confused.

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