Part One - Debbie

"Tight Fashions" was doing well, very well. In fact maybe a bit too well. Anna had set up the 'erotic boutique' after leaving fashion school. Whilst she had been at college she had started to get interested in the fetish scene. Obviously, being in London, made it very easy for Anna to fuel her interest. By the time she graduated, it suddenly hit her that should could make a profession of her interests and three years later here she was. 

Here she was indeed, her boutique was doing very well. She had mail order going, a lot of respect from her customers and a great deal of interest from fetish mags to feature her work. But, of course, something was wrong. For Anna it was the fact that Tight Fashions was still a one woman outfit. This hadn't been too bad to start with, in the early days when she could only afford to badly pay one person, but now that one person was doing several people's jobs, and Anna was knackered all of the time. 

She decided to place an ad at her old college, put something back into the community in her own little way. It was a bad idea, nobody seemed interested, for the first time in her working life, Anna found herself depressed when people called to place mail orders, rather than to apply for her job. 

And then it happened, Anna picked up a call from a woman called Debbie. Debbie told Anna that she had had some experience working at small boutiques. She could handle a till, swipe visa cards and size customers. Anna was delighted, "Start on Saturday and dress casual", she told Debbie on the phone. 

Anna was very happy for the rest of the week, she thought about being able to take lunch, having real time to work on new designs and to work on some photo shoots. 

Saturday came, Anna hurried to her shop, deep in the heart of Soho. It was a real minimalists dream, completely black frontage, no windows, just the door and the shop name in foot high letters. There was a woman standing by the door, "Ah", thought Anna, "she must be Debbie". 

"Hello", Debbie replied to Anna's gaze at her. "I'm Debbie, you must be Anna". 

The exchanged pleasantries whilst Anna unlocked the shop. Anna entered and turned the lights on. She took Debbie round the small store going through the different areas of stock. 

"This is men's PVC, over there is women's PVC. At the back is men's rubber, next to it is women's. The shoes and boots are over there and the tv stuff is down that wall", Anna remarked mater of factly as they went around the shop. Anna turned to Debbie, she looked very shocked, her mouth was wide open and her eyes were too. "You ought to close that Debbie", Anna suggested, "else you don't know what could end up in it". 

Debbie took the hint and shut her mouth.

"I take it that you didn't know that I ran a fetish boutique", asked Anna. 

"Oh, I knew", replied Debbie," I just didn't think that it would be like this". 

"Oh well, there you go. What do you like then Debbie, bit of rubber, PVC or do you just like bondage? " inquired Anna. 

"None of it", replied Debbie in a rather holier than thou attitude. "When I leave college, I'm going to design wedding dresses. I only took this job to pay off my overdraft. When I worked for Tesco, I didn't do it because I had an interest in food. It's just for the money". 

Anna was quite shocked, she had been hoping for a student with the same interests as her, but look what she had ended up with. "Er, well, that's fine. But please, treat the customers with respect. Some of them will have very different tastes to yourself and you shouldn't be judgmental ", Anna was very keen that Debbie would scare off her clients. 

"Just stay there for a moment, Debbie, I have to dress", said Anna as she disappeared with a bundle of black into a changing room. Whilst Anna got changed, she told Debbie that she liked to dress for the clients, make them feel more at home. Obviously, if Debbie didn't want too, Anna wouldn't force her into it. Though if she could stick to black or dark colours it would be a help. Anna stepped out of the changing room, she was dressed in a black catsuit, with matching gloves, little boots and a big tight belt. 

"And that drives people wild, does it", asked Debbie with a touch of sarcasm. 

"Not too much I hope, I want customers to buy my clothes not proposition me", retorted Anna with plenty of sarcasm. "Besides, you shouldn't knock what you haven't tried", she added. Debbie realised that she was going a bit too far and decided to shut up. 

As the day progressed Anna's fear were allayed. Debbie was a consummate professional assistant, providing each customer with the right kind of advise with their purchases. Anna was quite amused that Debbie could hold two differing views of what she was doing. Maybe Anna should educate her. 

The shop went quiet for a while and Anna seized her chance. She had recently been reading a book on auto-suggestions and hypnotism, now was her chance to put theory in practice. Debbie was arranging some stock, Anna went up to her and started. She couldn't believe her luck, within a minute Debbie's eyes had glazed over, she was under. 

Anna tried something simple, "Debbie, why don't you put your hands above your head", she suggested. Instantly Debbie complied. "This is way cool", thought Anna. "Debbie, stand on one leg", she did it. "Debbie, you will awaken in a moment, and you will remember none of this. However, when you hear me say 'debbieslave', you will return to this state". Debbie nodded in compliance. 

A moment later, Debbie was lucid, she went back into her conversation almost at the point where broken off sometime before. Before Anna could do anything else a couple of customers entered the store. 

Over lunch Anna wondered what she could get Debbie to do that would be both fun for Anna and not too embarrassing Debbie. Before too long, Anna had hit on a solution. Anna picked up an ensemble of rubber underwear that she knew would fit Debbie. Anna left it in a bundle behind the counter, as soon as the shop went quiet, Anna called out, "debbieslave". 

Debbie just stopped, she was just like a mannequin. Anna called her over, she came. "Debbie, go and put these on. You will love wearing them. Once they are on you will return to your normal waking state", Anna ordered. Debbie took the bundle and headed towards the changing room. Anna couldn't believe it, it was just too much. 

A short while later, Debbie came out of the changing room. Standing in a complete set of rubber underwear. She was wearing black stockings, a black corset with garters attached to the stockings, briefs and long black gloves. "You're looking good", Anna called out to Debbie.

"Thank you", Debbie replied," I just love wearing this". 

"Do you want some shoes to go with it?", Anna asked.

"Sure", replied Debbie and they both made their way over to the shoe rack. Quite surprisingly Debbie picked out a pair of ballet boots, "These look lovely", she said, looking at them. Lovely wasn't a word that Anna readily associated with 7 inch, calf high ballet boots, but who was she to argue with Debbie.

"Yes, they are", Anna replied, "Here, come and try them on". Anna plonked Debbie down into a chair and started lacing her in to the boots. Once she was done, Anna helped Debbie to stand, then Debbie started to take small steps around the shop. 

"These feel as good as they look", Debbie called out. Debbie stopped by a rubber dress. "This looks gorgeous, may I try it.", she asked. Anna nodded and went with Debbie in to the changing room. The dress was a full length black rubber number, with tight sleeves and a high neck. It was one of Anna's own creations, Anna had been especially pleased with it, largely because of the built in corset. Debbie stepped into the dress and Anna zipped it up. Then she started on the corsetry. It wasn't a particular tight corset but it was a long one. It took a while to tighten but when it was done, Debbie really did look good in it. 

Debbie spent the rest of the afternoon fully dressed in rubber, she really seemed to love her new clothing. Come the end of the day, Debbie was ready to walk out of the door still wearing it. "Come on", said Anna, "Time to get you back into your normal clothes." 

The went back into the changing room and Anna helped Debbie out of her layers of rubber. Shortly Debbie left the changing room back in her normal clothes. Anna looked into Debbie's eyes and told her, "When I snap my fingers you will remember nothing of your rubber wearing. You will be as you were this morning". With that she snapped her fingers, Debbie shuddered slightly. 

"Did you enjoy your first day", Anna asked Debbie.

"I think so", she replied, " It must have gone by really quickly, I can hardly remember any of it", she added. 

"Do you want to take your pay as money or as goods", asked Anna.

Debbie looked at a skirt on a rack next to her, "Trade money for this", she pointed at the skirt, " I don't think so", she added. Anna opened the till and pulled out forty quid for Debbie.

"Well it's your choice", she said handing Debbie the money. Debbie took the money and thanked Anna.

"Same time Monday?", inquired Debbie.

"Sure", replied Anna. 

"Look forward to it", replied Debbie as she started to leave the shop," But don't think that you're going to get me into any of that though", she added as she disappeared through the door. 

"If only you knew", thought Anna, "If only you knew", as a broad grin lightened Anna's face. 
 

10.03.04