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Chapter 26 - Leashed
"I think a field trip is in order." Jane said to Charlotte as she rose to her feet and walked toward the door to her room. "It might help you to understand yourself if I show you a few things."
She knocked on the door, which was quickly opened by Mr Campbell. He must have been standing around outside just waiting for a signal.
"How did it go Charlotte?"
Jane responded on Charlotte's behalf: "It went fine. I'd like to take Charlotte on a field trip if that's all right. She has a few things that she ought to see. Can it be arranged Frank?"
"I suppose so. I can have the car out the front in a few minutes. What do you have in mind?" Mr Campbell asked.
"Charlotte needs to have her eyes opened up a little about a few things. So the two of us are going to go on a little excursion. We'll be back before dinner Frank."
Quickly Mr Campbell and Jane discussed logistics while Charlotte sat on the end of the bed. She felt a bit better for having had the chance to talk to someone else about her feelings, but she still remained confused. The prospect of the impending trip intrigued her though. She was being let outside! Yet she knew in the back of her mind that she wouldn't be given the opportunity to escape – besides, she wasn't sure that she wanted to right at this moment anyway.
Her session with Jane had raised more questions than it had answered so far. Jane hadn't provided her with any answers… yet. Charlotte felt however that from the authoritative manner in which Jane had suggested this trip that the psychologist held the key to unlocking the reasons for her feelings. At this very moment she needed to know more about her emerging emotions than she needed to escape.
Jane returned to Charlotte's bed, her arrangements complete.
"Charlotte, could you stand up please? Unfortunately Mr Campbell wants to make sure you don't do anything silly on our trip." Jane held a black harness in her hand.
Charlotte stood up as the psychologist indicated she should turn around. She worked quickly, arranging the straps over and under Charlotte's arms and across her midriff before locking the harness together behind her back. Jane then took the attached lead and wrapped it about her hand.
Charlotte felt her test the lead by giving it a sharp tug, pulling Charlotte slightly off balance. She was now attached via the harness and the lead to Jane's firm grip. "C'mon Sweetie, lets go on our little trip."
Jane gave the lead another tug indicating that Charlotte should follow her.
Out the hallway and into the elevator foyer the two walked. The tall striking red head in her dark green skirt suit led the virginally white dressed Charlotte who tagged along behind, her pink Mary Janes clip-clopping on the tiled floor.
The elevator opened and the two women got in. Jane pressed the lobby level button and as the elevator began its descent she began talking: "We're going to a couple of places Charlotte, I hope that they will help you understand something about yourself. From what you've told me today you have a lot to learn about yourself. I might allay some of your fears though. You're far from being a freak, or a weirdo as you put it. Quite a lot of women share your particular traits, your mother being one of them."
Charlotte was taken aback: "You knew my mother?"
"Certainly, I'm a very old family friend Charlotte. I knew Frank when he was seeing your Mother. She came to see me a few times when I still practised full time."
"What about?" Charlotte asked – intrigued that Jane had known her mother. That she had seen Jane as her psychologist. Did she know how Charlotte's mother fitted into this jigsaw puzzle?
"I'm afraid I can't tell you everything Charlotte, only some things. Doctor/Client privilege won't let me divulge any details about my patients."
"But she's dead." Charlotte exclaimed.
"But other patients of mine that she discussed with me are not. I can't betray their secrets just as I won't betray yours."
The elevator door opened revealing the foyer of the building. Thankfully the entrance was empty of people. Charlotte had been dreading that dozens of people would have seen her dressed up like she was and attached to an oversized toddler harness.
Mr Campbell's Jaguar sat just outside the main doors to the building, the Chauffeur, whom she'd briefly met on her trip from the airport held open the back passenger door. Jane pulled Charlotte's lead and hopped into the back seat before sliding across to the other side in order to let Charlotte take her seat in the back.
The Chauffeur closed the door and rounded the car to take his seat behind the wheel.
Jane gave him some directions. Not being familiar at all with the geography of the City, Charlotte had no idea where she was going. Traffic at this time of day was sparse but still Charlotte thanked the fact that the car's windows were heavily tinted. It was doubtful that any fellow motorists or pedestrians would be able to penetrate the dark windows to see her sitting in the back of the car wearing this outfit.
"Jane?" She asked.
"Yes"
"Where are we going?" Charlotte asked apprehensively.
"Well first of all we're going to a little shop that I know of. It's not too far away. I want to get you some things that might make you understand a bit better. Then we're going to an acquaintance's business. I thought it might be a good idea for you to talk to one of his employees."
"Huh?"
"You'll see."
The car made its way gradually through the traffic, Charlotte took the opportunity to look around at the passing sights. It was the first time that she'd been outside since she'd first arrived at the apartment, only one of a handful of occasions that she'd seen around the city. Her trip here late last year with her father had seen most of her time spent indoors while it snowed. Now at the ebb of spring and the start of summer it took on a far more lively and vibrant atmosphere.
People bustled along the sidewalks, ducking into and out of the various shops and businesses lining the streets. All sorts of people walked along. Every conceivable race, color, and culture seemed to represented. She found it fascinating: her home town was fairly homogenous. This city though was another story. This was a melting pot, a potpourri of different cultures and peoples and it fascinated Charlotte.
The car turned into a small side street, leaving behind the busy thoroughfares. It pulled up outside a modest looking shop called "The Den". The shopfront didn't include any windows, instead it was painted black, the bold lettering proclaiming the shop's name painted in white.
It looked severe, menacing.
The Chauffeur silenced the V12 engine of the Jaguar, exited the car and opened Charlotte's door for her. She stuck her head out of the door and scanned about. While there was no one in the alley, the shop wasn't far from the main street that they had turned off from. Pedestrians streamed past the entrance to the small side street. None of them seemed to be turning their heads as they passed though.
Charlotte scrambled out of the car as Jane followed her. As soon as the psychologist had stepped out of the vehicle she led Charlotte toward the entrance to the shop. The lead in one hand Jane opened the door to the store and ushered Charlotte within.
She'd never seen anything like it. Adjacent to the door sat a middle-aged man behind his cash register and bench. Arrayed along the wall behind the bench were displays of various whips and handcuffs. He looked up to peruse his latest customers. On noticing Jane he nodded before returning to filling out a form at his bench. Charlotte was shocked; he hadn't even blinked at her outfit!
The store was longer than it was wide. The forward half of the store contained innumerable racks of skimpy clothing. Nurses uniforms, slutty schoolgirl outfits, there was even a rubber cat woman suit there, complete with tail. Jane led Charlotte toward the back of the store, they passed more clothes, and then shelves full of vibrators and dildos of every type. From the slim short plain types with "conveniently sized to fit comfortably in most handbags" emblazoned on the box to monster novelty sized baseball bats shaped as penises.
Jane led Charlotte further, passed the wide variety of blow-up dolls and passed a collection of various leather garments. Finally they went through a small aperture toward the back and came into a new room. One wall was covered in shelves containing videos and DVDs, another carried magazines. Jane pulled Charlotte's lead toward the magazines.
"Charlotte, this is a sex shop. They sell all sorts of things. I brought you here because the particular stock that this place carries will be of particular interest to you. I want you to have a look over these racks, and the DVDs if you like. I want you to pick out anything that appeals to you. I'm going to get some stuff for you that I think may be of interest as well. Don't be shy; Jack out front has seen stranger things than us in here. Just take your time. In particular I want you to take anything that seems to touch you in the right way."
Jane indicated that Charlotte should browse. Uncertain and embarrassed she moved toward the DVD shelves. She'd never been a big reader; television had always been her medium of choice. She looked at the covers and found herself looking at a shelf dealing with really fat women. Some of the enormously huge whales with rolls on their rolls featured on the covers made Charlotte feel ill. She moved on.
'Interracial lust volume 32' didn't appeal to her either. She kept scanning.
She looked furtively about as the door to the store opened again. A middle aged man walked in and began browsing through the clothes toward the front of the store.
Charlotte, currently in plain view, sidled around the shelves so that a wall blocked his vision of her. She didn't want to be seen dead anywhere dressed like this.
She snuck a quick look around the corner to see that the new customer was entirely engrossed in making his own purchase, Charlotte returned to looking at DVD covers. 'Abigail's lesson' this one proclaimed. An older teen girl was featured on the cover, dressed in a schoolgirl outfit similar to the one she'd seen on entering the store. The girl was bending over a desk while a cane hovered just over her bottom, held by someone off camera.
That sent a shot of electricity down Charlotte's spine. The girl was about to be caned! That must hurt a lot. She glanced at the next title. This one carried a picture of two women tied up lying on their bellies. "Hogtied Sluts", was this one's title. She shifted on, looking through further titles.
Each of these DVD's fascinated her. The covers emitted brief hints that piqued Charlotte's curiosity. Eventually she picked one up. The front cover had grabbed her interest as a woman was mostly wearing an Alice in Wonderland style dress. She was turned away from the camera with her skirts hiked up over her waist. Her entire bottom was a criss-cross of vivid red welts.
Butterflies began fluttering their wings in Charlottes belly as she read the back cover. More photos showed the same woman in various states of dress and undress. The brief description on the back intrigued Charlotte, she kept a hold on that DVD as she moved along.
Eventually she picked three movies whose covers excited her. "St Agatha's School for Wayward Girls" and "Dungeon Keeper" both seemed to appeal to her, at least their covers did.
Jane had collected half a dozen magazines. She looked at Charlotte and asked if the girl had finished. Charlotte acknowledged that she had and Jane began walking to the front counter.
She balked; the middle-aged gentleman was still looking through the clothes. She didn't want him to see her. She stopped abruptly and the toddler lead became taut. Jane turned around: "Charlotte, come along."
"No, I don't want to be seen!" She hissed quietly at the red-haired psychologist.
"Charlotte, don't make a scene. Come along."
"No, can't we wait till he's gone?"
"We don't have time Charlotte, come along."
"No!" She whispered loudly.
"This is your last warning. I may be your new friend but that's not going to stop me from taking you over my knee in the middle of this shop and giving you a good spanking if you don't hurry up." Jane stared straight at Charlotte, her gaze strong and steady.
"Please Jane, I don't want to be embarrassed."
"Yes you do. What are you doing right now Charlotte? Do you really want to avoid been seen like this by someone who you are likely to never again see in your life? Or is it that you secretly want to be seen, worse, you want to cause a ruckus in the middle of the store so that you attract even more attention, even more humiliation? Which is it? Because I can accommodate either of them."
"Look no – it's not like that Jane, can't we just stay back here until he goes?"
"Charlotte…" Jane said her name gravely.
"Please Jane?"
"I'll give you to the count of three. If you don't start walking toward the counter I will give you a good spanking right here. Is that what you want?"
Charlotte thought rapidly: 'Is it? Is that really what I want?'
"One…"
'I don't know. Is she really going to do it? Please no, I don't want him to see me'
"Two…"
'Oh god – I can't believe she wants me to walk past him dressed like this, like its nothing out of the normal. Shit, she's really going to do it… No – I can't let that happen.' Charlotte started slowly walking toward the counter, her DVD's in one hand. Jane turned about and resumed leading Charlotte toward the exit.
As she passed the vibrators the man looked up quickly and then back down. He then did a double take as Charlotte walked passed him in her pigtails and virginal white dress. His gaze passed all the way from the top of her head down her body, past her white tights and all the way to her shoes. He stood there with his jaw open while Jane reached the counter. She took the DVD's from Charlotte and put them on top of the magazines.
"Just these please." Jane said as she pulled her purse out of her handbag.
The store attendant barely registered Charlotte's presence as he scanned the magazines and extracted the DVD discs from a drawer and put them in their cases. Charlotte chanced a look over her shoulder. The middle-aged man was still staring at her, his eyes popping out of his head. Self-consciously she smoothed down her voluminous skirts and looked at the floor.
He was staring at her. Here she stood in the middle of a sex shop, dressed up like a six year old and tethered by a toddler harness and he was staring at her. Her cheeks turned crimson instantly, they burned in shame. The butterflies began beating their wings faster.
Finally the store attendant gave Jane a total price and she paid with a couple of C-notes. Charlotte was feeling hot under the collar. It seemed to take an age for the attendant to make change and put the purchases in a discreet plastic bag. All the time Charlotte kept glancing toward the man aware that he still stared at her.
Finally, after what had seemed like a decade, Jane tugged on the leash and pulled Charlotte out the door. Glad to escape the burning gaze of the stranger she followed Jane promptly.
As the door to the store closed she thought she heard the man speak to the attendant: "Shit! Where can I get the missus a dress like that?"
Charlotte followed Jane back into the Jaguar.
"I almost thought you'd make me spank you there and then Charlotte. Was that really necessary?"
"Sorry Jane, I just got embarrassed."
"I'm sure you did. Tell me: are you excited now?"
"What?" Charlotte looked at the redhead in shock.
"Are you excited? Did being stared at by that man make you aroused? If I pulled down you panties right now would you be dripping wet?" Jane delivered these lines clinically.
"No! Why that's disgusting!"
"Really? Should I check? Should I stop the car now, drag you out onto the street and check you in front of all of these people?"
"No!"
"Well then, are you wet? Did you get excited by being publicly embarrassed like that?"
Charlotte looked at her feet and muttered: "Yes…"
Jane thought about this for a moment. "Yes, I thought so; your mother reacted the exact same way."
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