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She slips on the stylish heels that fit perfectly and moves right up to the dress, feeling its exquisite touch on her skin.
Set to the side, in the lower light, she notices a small table with some items on it. She tingles at this new discovery, another beautiful gift, perhaps. Stooping for a closer look she sees it is some lacy black underwear, including sheer stockings and a suspender belt. She rubs the thin panties between thumb and forefinger, pulse racing at the prospect of soon putting it all on, a giddiness that threatens to almost make her faint.
[[She presses on and begins to put on the outfit.|Black Dress]]
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[[Return to Clixtasy.com|https://www.clixtasy.com/]]She risks aligning herself with the final outfit in the mirror. No images or anticipations this time enter her mind, which is at least a relief. Instead, there is only an airy space inside her, like unimagined possibilities. She feels a different prickle of excitement inside her, a breathy sensation seasoned with a dash of fear, as she realises that this path, this outfit, symbolises, yes – a blank page.
She lifts it from the hanger and, after some trial and error, solves the puzzle of its application to her body. With the adjustment of a few buckles, it fits well, defining the contours of her body in a way that no other outfit could, clinically highlighting its beauty. She feels contained and packaged, an entirely new feeling, she realises. And anything new feels reassuring in this room. Staring at herself, hands behind her neck fastening the collar, she notices how sober and solemn she looks. The sensation of the collar around her neck – the delicate means through which she breathes in the world, and breathes out her being – completes something like a sense of surrender, a willingness to find a novel fate.
She swallows hard and steps into the high, strappy, studded heels. A garishly thick leather strap attaches to the heel, to be worn just above the ankle, reminding her of the thick collar she wears around her neck. The shoes are angled so high, she notices, that her feet become almost like direct continuations of her leg. At first she finds it difficult to balance in them, feeling them less footwear than display platform. She looks at them in the mirror and wonders about to whom she might be displayed. No answers enter her head though she feels a response in her body, a tingling dancing up her calves and thighs, a coiled energy awakening in her belly, breath quickening. She notices finally, upon the table, a hairband which she uses to tie her cascading hair into a constrained, entrained ponytail.
It's then that the mirror clicks.
She suddenly feels unprepared; this new creation in the mirror, she doesn't recognise. It is still her, but she is buried deeper now, unexpressed and latent. This time, she realises, she may be someone else's fantasy.
[[She calmly takes a step nearer this new image and pushes through the reflection.|auction passage]]She flushes with happiness and puts on the beautiful underwear, pulling on the luxurious stockings and attaching the suspender belt. She surveys herself in the mirror, entranced by how the lingerie so enticingly packages her beauty. She pulls the dress over her head and drops it over her body, a prickly excitement building again. Finally, she completes the outfit by slipping the heels back on, barely believing the figure she has become.
While examining herself, something behind the mirror clicks. The mirror is split, she sees, into three mirrored panels, and she instantly knows that she can push upon the closest and leave the room that way. All of her fantasies related to the outfit, of attending some glamorous cocktail evening and meeting some mysterious stranger, or being taken for a romantic dinner by a similar tall, broad shouldered man, will be fulfilled beyond that door. Whatever is in her head, she knows, will happen.
A rush of anticipation floods through her at the prospect. She stops, though, wondering how she knows. With a shudder she has the thought that these are not just fantasies and anticipations but may also be memories. She takes a step nearer the mirror, anyway. Just as she reaches out her hand to meet its reflection and push the mirror, she stops, staring at herself in shock, knowing that she can go no further.
She's done it all before. Many times. Too many times.
She watches herself step away, back to the middle of the room and the hanger, where she quickly pulls off the dress and strips off the underwear, as if it were now all worn out and filthy. The clothes seem like some old skin, way past its time to be shed, dead and exhausted. And she has no desire ever to inhabit them again.
[[She retreats to the rear of the room.|Retreat]]Sasha Ash
[[Clixtasy.com|https://www.clixtasy.com/]]She slowly turns to the final outfit, noticing she is reluctant, nervous for some reason rather than excited about what it might be. There is barely anything of it, she sees, just a collection of thin leather straps and metal hooks held in the shape of a torso by the thinner wires of the free-standing hanger. There are small detachable cups to cover where her nipples would be, and an attached modest leather brief. Her eyes fall on what looks like a dog's collar at the top of the outfit. Even just standing there on that side of the room gives her a cool, vertiginous sensation, as if she were suspended over a chasm.
<<if visited("Black Dress","Swim Suit")>>[[She takes a deep breath and puts on the strange outfit.|Bondage outfit]]<<else>>[[She takes some hasty steps in retreat.|Retreat]]<<endif>><<set $wander to 0>><<set $language to 0>><<set $TP to 0>><<set $KP to 0>><<set $LP to 0>><<set $OWP to 0>><<set $panties to 0>><<set $wander to 0>><<set $master to 0>><<set $sub = 0>>A dreamless sleep is left behind. Instant wakefulness. Darkness. A bed. Temperate air on naked skin.
The bed is expansive and more than enough for two. An exploration to the other side, cool to the touch, yields no other. The mind is as cool and blank, offering no memories. The body, though, with a prickling energy, urges to vault from the bed and explore.
Soft padding across a smooth floor. Hands reaching into the darkness, until an equally smooth wall is found. Then a door frame. A handle is discovered and turned, dim light cracking into the room. As the door is pulled cautiously open, light spills in to show it as the only exit from a simple room – empty except for the large bed.
Beyond lies a well-lit room, roughly twice the size. Three ceiling spotlights pool their bright light around three outfits. Each outfit is draped on its own free-standing wire-frame, so that they appear as three figures standing in the middle of the room. On the other side of these, on the far wall, is a floor-to-ceiling mirror.
Stepping nearer to the first of the outfits, a reflection becomes apparent in the far mirror. A young woman. A beautiful, naked young woman. She flushes and pulls back temporarily, bashfully, as if from another. Her skin tingles, alive. She finds her own wide eyes in the reflection and giggles at herself in giddy recognition. Yet, the body she surveys seems somehow new to her. She moves deeper into the light, to take a closer look at herself, now standing between the first two outfits – a short black dress and a swim-suit.
She sees that she is tall, though not overly, an athletic figure, with long shapely legs, perfectly round breasts, a flat stomach, and entirely hairless between her legs. She shakes her head in disbelief at her luck, enjoying the feel of her long blonde hair which caresses her shoulders as it trails. She becomes drawn into her own face, fresh and youthful, innocent and pretty. She is beguiled by herself! She tries another expression and is delighted to notice a flashing charm, seductiveness, even. She realises she doesn't know how to act before such a vision, nor how to control its power. Excitement grips her and she squeals and skips suddenly away in delight. She twists her head away so violently that she near crumples to the floor. She is oddly fearful she might somehow fall into her reflection and never get away.
Gripping her squirming stomach, the near unbearable tingling slowly releases its grip. Panting, she gradually straightens and risks another look. She finds she is now directly in line with the first outfit on the left, a stylish black dress, which appears between herself and her reflection. So aligned, it looks as if she is wearing it. This new and glamorous image strikes calm into her, asking for more decorum.
She steps nearer to the dress, enjoying the appearance in the mirror. Beneath the outfit she notices a pair of equally stylish heels.
[[She puts on the heels.|Left Side]]
[[She goes to examine the swim suit.|Middle]]
[[She goes to examine the outfit on the far right of the room.|Right Side]]She goes to the swim-suit and removes it from the hanger, quickly stepping into it. She notices now, against the brilliant white of the material, how tanned her skin already is, ready for the strong sun of some exotic clime. She examines how the suit pleasantly reveals the sides of her breasts, each one covered by a single piece of material that meets the briefs and loops around her neck. She imagines her well-built fantasy yacht captain appreciating how ravishing she looks in the outfit and, indeed, for a moment, she imagines also being ravished on the deck, interrupted from her sunbathing by him in a crisp white uniform.
As if to temporarily banish the thought, she puts on the sunglasses and slips on the mules. The mirror clicks and she knows she can push through the panel to the actual fulfilment of such desires. With a smile and a deep breath, she takes a step, watching as this long-legged lovely comes nearer, an arm rising, and a palm about to push.
A flurry of images suddenly runs through her mind – the captain returning to her thoughts, this time naked, all over her on the warm deck, having her every which way. She feels echoey flutters of these sensations. These fantasies, she knows, are actually memories – and that isn't what she wants. It disturbs her, giving her the feeling of going in entirely the wrong direction. We should move out and away from our memories, she reflects, not towards and back into them.
The hand before her – its reflection in the mirror – suddenly strikes her as a warning, as if from some other deeper part of herself, a command to stop. Her palm hangs and presses only lightly upon the mirror which quivers in response. It would be so easy to push it open and enjoy it all again, and it is tempting. Yet, the pull in her stomach, she notices, is tinged also with nausea.
She quickly peels off the outfit, relieved to be naked once more, fresh and purged of the residues of worn roles.
[[She retreats to the rear of the room.|Retreat]]She goes to the second outfit, the white swim-suit. While there she feels also the pull of the outfit to her right, almost radiating a presence, like a figure standing quietly, almost impatiently, awaiting her. She doesn't dare look at it, though, and instead steps closer to the swim-suit.
The swim-suit is an all-in-one, though essentially a bikini joined by an intricate array of triangles of material and cords. It looks purpose designed to tastefully show off her body’s own particular qualities. She notices a pair of black high heeled mules near a table on which rests a pair of large round sunglasses. She puts the sunglasses on and briefly imagines sunning herself on the deck of some luxury yacht, moored in some deserted tropical bay with crystal waters.
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