Charity Events

Chapter 4: The Slippery Slope

The next morning was Saturday and Janice knew that Charity had no plans for the weekend. She also knew that her niece would probably be uncomfortable with what had happened the night before. Janice planned to escalate the changes in the relationship and to keep her niece off balance so that she would have no time to resist or pull back.

Janice was also thankful that her niece had not remembered the ruse about an art exhibit on Friday night. That had been concocted as a reason to barge in on Charity's bath one night. Janice was not sure how she would have handled it if Charity had reminded her of it the previous evening and expressed an interest in going.

Janice sat at the kitchen table sipping coffee until her niece finally emerged. Charity was already blushing as she came into the kitchen and quickly walked to the coffee pot to pour herself a cup. But then she was trapped. She couldn't very well walk out without saying anything to her aunt. So she took her cup to the table and sat opposite the older woman.

"Good morning, Aunt Janice," she said with her eyes cast down.

"Good morning, beautiful girl," said Janice in return. "I enjoyed last night. It was very special to me."

Charity's blush deepened. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Aunt Janice."

"Well, it seemed to me that you enjoyed it too."

Charity didn't know how to respond. It had been the most erotic experience of her life. But it had seemed so very, very wrong. She remained silent.

"You didn't enjoy it?" asked Janice.

"I did," replied Charity. "I mean I think I did. I was surprised though. I guess I'm not used to sex being a recreational thing."

"Look at me," commanded Janice.

Charity slowly raised her eyes and looked at her aunt.

"There should be no guilt or questioning about what we did. You needed release and I helped you achieve it because I love you."

Charity nodded but remained silent.

"Well I helped you last night," Janice went on. "Tonight, I need you to help me." Charity's eyes went wide.

"No, not like that," Janice continued, "although I might ask that someday. And I hope that you would help me with that too. But tonight, I need a date. I was hoping that you would accompany me to a party as my date."

Charity breathed a sigh of relief when she realized she wouldn't have to masturbate her aunt. "Oh, of course I'll be your date Aunt Janice. And I love you too. More than you can imagine."

Janice smiled. "Thank you, Charity. I was afraid I would have to cancel. I hate going to parties alone."

Charity smiled and straightened up. "Well we can't have you missing out on parties. I would love to go as your date."

Janice made a show of breathing a sigh of relief. "You always come through for me," she said. "Now we just have to find costumes. But that sounds like a good excuse for a shopping trip." Janice grinned.

"Costumes?" wondered Charity. "Shopping trip?"

"What kind of costume party is it?" asked Charity as the two women pulled out of the driveway.

"Some kind of master and slave thing," replied Janice as she aimed the car down the street. "I thought I would go as the master and you could go as my slave."

Charity gasped and then was silent for a moment. Then she spoke softly. "Actually, you would go as my mistress."

Janice laughed and nodded. "I guess that's right. It would take a lot of costuming to make me look like a master. So tonight, I'm your mistress."

Charity felt a mixture of fear and anticipation course through her veins. She sat silently throughout the trip as Janice chattered in the background. She wondered if she should put a stop to it right now. But curiosity finally prevailed and she decided to go through with it.

Janice guided the car into the parking lot of a store that specialized in intimate and erotic apparel. Charity had heard of the place but had never been there before. Janice parked and got out. Charity was still fumbling with her seatbelt when Janice opened the door and reached across her, letting her arm brush against both breasts. "I'll get that for you, little slave girl."

Charity was walking in a fog as Janice led her by the hand into the store. They stopped and took a quick look around before Janice led her charge to the counter.

"I need something for a party for my slave girl and myself," Janice declared to the saleslady.

"She's a beauty," smiled the saleslady whose nametag announced that her name was Anne. "Did you buy her from around here?"

Janice laughed. "No, I didn't buy her. She's a volunteer. And she's my slave girl for tonight. But I'm taking her to a party and she needs to look the part."

"Oh yes," replied Anne with a bit of a frown. Apparently she took slavery more seriously than Janice did. "Well, we'll see what we can come up with. What kind of slave did you want her to be?"

"Oh," replied a surprised Janice. "I didn't realize there were different types."

"Oh yes," instructed Anne. "Many different types. Come into the back with me and I'll show you some different options."

Both women followed Anne; one eagerly and one with a fair amount of trepidation. They went through a curtain and stopped at a table containing stacks of catalogs. Ann found the one she was looking for and started flipping pages.

"This would be a typical dungeon slave outfit."

Janice looked at it and then glanced at Charity. "Nice!"

Charity was aghast when she looked at the picture. The model was naked except for heavy leather cuffs about her ankles and wrists and an equally heavy collar around her neck. She shuddered as she tried to imagine wearing that outfit to the party.

"I call this one the pussy slave look," remarked Anne as she flipped to the next page. Janice quickly shook her head, dismissing it, much to Charity's relief. The model in that picture had her head shaved, her tongue pierced and wore copious amounts of chains, many of which terminated at rings that pierced various parts of the girl's body.

"Then there's the pony slave," said Anne as she continued the tour of slavery.

"Very nice," commented Janice. "What do you think, Charity?"

Charity was dumbstruck as she looked at the latest picture. An elaborate array of leather straps crisscrossed the model's otherwise naked body. A metal bar was held in place by more leather straps around her head that held the bit in her mouth. Her arms were made useless by a kind of sleeve that extended from her upper arms to her hands and which held the arms together behind her back.

"But they're all naked!" exclaimed Charity.

"Of course they are," smiled Anne. "They're slaves." Then Anne flipped through several more pages to give Janice some more ideas.

"So what kind of slave will your pet-for-the-night be?" asked Anne.

"I just don't know," replied Janice. "There are so many exciting possibilities. What do you recommend?"

"Well, let's see," pondered Anne. She paused for a moment and then spoke to Janice. "I'm not sure. Let's see what we have to work with."

Janice nodded and then turned to Charity. "Be a dear and take off your clothes for us."

"What?!?!?!?" exclaimed Charity.

"Come now, dear," said Janice as she wrapped an arm around Charity's shoulders and hugged her. "Be a good little slave for me."

"But Aunt Janice!" protested Charity. "I had no idea that I'd be parading around naked. I can't do that!"

"Of course you can," replied Janice giving Charity another hug. "You have a beautiful body."

Janice then turned to Anne. "She is uncomfortable about her body."

"I'm not uncomfortable about my body, Aunt Janice!" insisted Charity. "I'm uncomfortable about being naked!"

"Same thing, dear. But maybe Anne can fix you up with a mask or something so nobody will know it's you. Now be a good girl and take off your clothes."

"But.." protested the girl.

"Now!" commanded Janice.

With a groan and the roll of her eyes, Charity reluctantly stripped in front of the two women. She draped one arm across her chest and used the opposite hand to provide some modesty to her sex but there was no way to hide her blush as it seemed to spread from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

"Very nice," commented Anne as she walked slowly around Charity. "Very, very nice. I have a few ideas for you. Let me go get a few things."

Anne disappeared through the curtain and returned carrying a tangle of leather straps and some articles of clothing that Charity did not recognize. The first slave outfit was a corset and heels. The red corset was wrapped around the girl and then tightened, reducing Charity's waist by a couple of inches but also reducing her breathing to shallow pants. Metal handcuffs trapped her hands behind her back and she was helped into the outrageously high-heeled shoes. Anne plumped the girl's breasts, causing Charity to step back quickly and almost toppling over and then the saleslady stepped back to inspect her work.

"This would be more of a parlor slave look. Beautiful and decorative. Available for sex but unable to serve, although you could lock her hands in front, which would provide a little freedom for serving."

"I like the look," nodded Janice. And indeed she did like it. Charity's breasts were supported by the half cups of the corset but were left almost entirely exposed. The soft upper swells of each mound, along with the succulent nipples, were completely visible. The bottom of the corset left Charity's sex completely exposed. And the heels accentuated the fine lines of her legs.

"If I were you, I'd remove this," said Anne as she tugged on some of Charity's pubic hair. "Shaving would enhance the effect. You might also consider a ball gag. I have one in a matching red."

"I think I'll pass on the gag," Janice replied. "But I might just have to shave her. It would look nice. We'll see."

"What is going on?" wondered Charity. She was being handled. And she was being talked about as if she weren't even there. "No, it's worse than that," she thought. "It's as if I'm here but my thoughts and wishes don't matter!"

Despite the sudden realization that she was being treated like a pet or an inanimate object, she was becoming aroused. Or maybe it was because of how she was being treated. She made a mental note to include some of this treatment in one of her stories.

The next outfit was a set of leather straps. Some went around wrists, upper arms, ankles and thighs. Each strap had rings sewn into them, apparently for fastening things to her. A matching leather collar circled her throat. A set of straps were fitted around the base of each breast, squeezing them and causing them to bulge slightly. These straps fastened together behind her back. The finishing touch was a leather belt that fastened around her waist with two straps leading from the front, between her legs to the back where it was attached and tightened. Anne then stooped down and adjusted the straps between her legs, using them to pull her labia apart.

"Wet one, isn't she?" observed Anne to Charity's horror.

"She's always that way," agreed Janice. "She's a hot little number."

"This one is a variation on the pony theme," informed Anne. "It gives the same feel but it would be impractical for real pony play. It does have some advantages, however." With that, Anne reached out and bounced the two bulging breasts in her palms. "Everything's on display."

"Very nice," smiled Janice. "I like this one better than the first one."

"Aunt Janice," whined Charity. She was mortified at the thought of just being in this thing, let alone being seen in public in this lewd way.

"You should get her in the habit of calling you mistress," advised Anne. "It will be more realistic at the party."

"Good idea," agreed Janice. She stepped in front of Charity and held the full breasts in her palms, letting her thumbs brush back and forth across the very stiff nipples. "From now on, you will call me mistress." Charity groaned in response.

"What was that, little one?" asked Janice.

"Arrrggghhh!" groaned Charity again. "Yes Mistress," she replied sullenly.

"Better," smiled Janice. Then she turned her head toward Anne. "What else do you have?"

"I have one more that I would recommend. The harem slave look. By the way, is she really your niece?"

"Yes she is," nodded Janice.

"Kinky!" grinned Anne. "I love it!"

Charity was left standing naked with her breasts feeling like they were caught in nooses. The stranger who she had just met had walked through the curtain after declaring her love of the kinkiness of her current predicament. And she was left with her new 'Mistress.'

"Let me help you out of that," offered Janice as she released the straps from behind Charity's back. One by one, the strips of leather were peeled away until Charity was left totally naked once again.

Anne came through the curtain carrying more items. "I love this look. But it's totally up to you."

Charity quickly learned that 'this look' consisted of very little that would protect her modesty. The pantaloons that she pulled up her legs were so sheer and so diaphanous that she may as well not wear anything, although she did not offer that opinion for fear that she might actually end up wearing nothing.

Anne produced a slender gold chain, which she said she was loaning to Janice. It was not for sale, and she expected it to be returned. Charity looked down at the progress of the latest outfit and saw the pantaloons being suspended low on her hips and the glimmering gold chain around her waist but casually draping onto one of her hips. She guessed that this meant that her waist was narrower than the normal recipient and her mind started to wander as she wondered who Anne had enslaved who normally wore this jewelry.

"I have one more accent for this costume," Anne announced. Then she stepped in front of Charity, holding two baubles in her hand. She grasped Charity's right breast with her left hand and then lifted one of the ruby-red baubles in her other hand. Charity looked on in shock as she watched the clamp that was attached to the gemstone open and position itself around her tender nipple. Anne was kind by slowly closing the clamp but Charity still felt pain shooting through her breast. It was not much better when her left breast received the same treatment.

Anne stood behind Charity with a hand on each shoulder and led the girl to a mirror. Charity was shocked by what she saw. She was surprised at how strikingly beautiful and erotic the outfit made her look. And she was mortified that her aunt intended her to wear something like this.

"Aunt Janice!" Charity started, but she was cut off abruptly as Anne gave her bottom a slap.

"What were you supposed to call her?" asked the saleslady.

"Oh jeeessshhhh," muttered Charity. "Mistress, I can't wear this. I'm indecent!"

"You are anything but indecent," remarked Janice as she flicked the red jewels dangling from each breast and caused them to sway back and forth. "You are gorgeous. I like this outfit the best. We'll take it."

"But Aun…Mistress. I can't go to a party like this."

"Of course you can. It's a costume party. I'm going to be in a costume too."

"But you aren't going to be naked! Besides, what if someone recognizes me?"

"I have just the thing," offered Anne. She produced a small flimsy piece of cloth and draped it across Charity's face so that her face was covered from the nose down. Only two beautiful eyes could be seen. "There you go. You can go anonymously now."

The flimsy piece of cloth turned out to be a delicately bordered veil of fine silk, woven so that it was translucent. Features of her nose and lips and chin could be detected but the material was not sheer enough to allow anyone to recognize her.

The veil did seem to go naturally with the rest of the outfit and it did make her look even more fetching. With only her eyes being clearly visible, they took on an entirely new beauty. She liked the veil.

But the rest of the outfit was outrageous. Her torso was completely bare except for the ridiculous baubles dangling from her breasts. And she might as well be wearing no pantaloons at all. The material was so sheer that everything was clearly on display.

"I can't do this," groaned Charity.

"Oh of course you can," corrected Janice. And then she turned to Anne. "We'll take the entire outfit. But don't box it just yet. Let Charity get used to it while we pick out an outfit for me."

Charity stood and watched as Anne brought garments into the back of the store. Janice seemed unabashed about exposing her body to the other two women. She stripped down to nothing before trying on the first outfit and then remained naked between outfits.

Charity would occasionally cross her arms over her chest, more out of habit than for modesty. Each time, Anne would take each of Charity's wrists and place them behind her back, crossing them. By the fifth time that she corrected Charity, it was happening less frequently and after that fifth correction, Charity obediently left her hands tucked into the small of her back.

Janice did not know what she wanted and Anne patiently led her through a wide range of choices. Some of them almost caused Charity to giggle. For instance, one was a black vinyl catsuit with a hood. The hood encased Janice's hair and covered her eyes. Janice could see through the two holes and the rest of her face was uncovered. Charity almost laughed, however, when she realized that her aunt looked more like a superheroine from a comic strip than a mistress. Charity nicknamed this one the batgirl costume.

Another outfit consisted of a vest of chains, held up by leather straps, and leather chaps with more chains arranged to cover Janice's sex and bottom. It was clear that Janice would be covered when she was motionless but that each movement would result in some part of her anatomy being exposed. Charity dubbed this the peekaboo costume.

There were the biker broad and the dungeon mistress costumes. The latter had whips and various other instruments of torture dangling from a belt around Janice's waist.

Janice tried on a black leather catsuit, but this one did not have a hood. It was also missing other pieces. Two cutouts in the chest provided an opportunity to expose Janice's breasts. Anne had helped Janice with this one and they had to try several before they found a suit with holes large enough for Anne to tug the ample orbs through. Charity mused that most mistresses must be small-chested. It was also missing most of the back. The neckline plunged deeper than anything Charity had ever seen and left much of both of Janice's bottom cheeks exposed. Thin straps crisscrossed several times across the back to hold the garment together.

Charity started to wonder if she were being childish or prudish. Janice did not seem to mind being nude. In fact, she remained naked even when she could have put something on to cover herself for a few minutes between outfits. At one point, she even walked through the curtain into the open store when she wanted to show Anne something she had seen on the way in. Charity didn't know if there were other customers in the store. But then, neither did Janice when she strutted into the open.

And Janice didn't seem to mind others touching her. Anne had cupped her sex to check the fit of one outfit, plumped her breasts for another outfit and, most recently, had grasped and pulled on the breasts to try to get them through holes that were clearly too small for her aunt. "Maybe I am a prude," thought Charity. "Should I just go to the party? After all, nobody will know who I am."

Then, in an amazing feat of rationalizing away a problem, Charity decided to become a slavegirl for a night. Her argument had three parts to it. First, she would prove to herself and to her aunt that she could be adventurous and she wasn't a prude. Second, nobody would recognize her. They wouldn't even see her face. And third, she might get some good story ideas. She had a bunch of unfinished stories. Maybe this party would guide her toward some ways of enhancing the plots and coming up with good endings.

"Charity," said Janice, breaking the girl out of her reverie. "What do you think?"

Charity wiggled her chest back and forth causing her breasts to sway and setting the baubles in motion. "I love it, Mistress!"

Janice almost fell over at Charity's excited response. But she just smiled and then turned to Anne. "We'll take it. Now take off your costume, Charity, so Anne can box it."

"Yes, Mistress," replied Charity, cheerfully, as she started to remove her few articles of clothing. She saved the nipple pendants for last but finally removed them and placed them on top of the folded garments. Now it was Janice's turn to be confused at the sudden change of Charity's behavior.

"You may still want to shave her," recommended Anne as she prepared the receipt. "The pantaloons are sheer enough that it would still enhance the effect."