Enlightenment Through BDSM

Just hearing that Elash was coming back already was enough to send me over the edge, pleasure washing over my body as I leaned up against the wall for support, my legs shaking as I tried my best not to scream out into the shop. The waves crescendoed as I heard footsteps outside, Elash and Kalia speaking in that strange language once more. It had been strange, different. Just the act of orgasming had felt different, more gentle, but also more all encompassing, a full body act instead a localized feeling. 

Even in the middle of cumming, I had to do something. I leaned down, wiping my hands on the cloak, doing my best to at least dry them, even if I couldn’t get them clean before Elash rounded the corner. I wasn’t prepared for what happened next though as I dropped the cloak, or rather what didn’t happen. I’d expected the slowdown, horniness to fade, the gradual realization that what I was doing was utterly absurd. But that didn’t happen. No, I was still high on adrenaline, high on the situation, and I wasn’t coming down at all, even as Elash rounded the corner holding a handful of clothes, leering at me as I covered myself with my hands, still panting, still smelling of sex.

“You know, I thought she was kidding,” she said. Turned on or not, I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as she walked towards me, eyes now hungry with lust as the took in my blushing body, knowing she could tell what I’d just been doing. She lifted a pair of brown panties from the top of her pile, dropping it to the ground, right on top of my cloak. “Guess we wont be needing these after all.” I stared at the underwear as she stepped on them and the cloak together, kicking them back, sliding them across the wooden floor, out of of my reach.

Why did that make me turn on? Why was I even able to remain turned on after the best orgasm of my life, so ready to keep touching myself?  I mean, I couldn’t, obviously, not in front of this beautiful elf, staring at me with her deep, mystical green eyes…

“Try this on,” she said, holding out a dress. It wasn’t quite as earthy as most of the ones I’d seen on display, more of a pastel yellow like those flowers I’d seen when I first arrived, with white trims. That wasn’t what was important though. What was important was that she expected me to grab it from her, remove one of my hands from my body.

I was not prepared for how that made me feel, didn’t even think I could continue to grow more turned on. Kalia hadn’t even ordered me to do this—I’d asked for it—but I still couldn’t help but feel a level of embarrassment at the fact that she could see me, a level of shame that I was for some reason enjoying that. I knew I could ask her to stop this, turn around, leave the changing room even. She’d had to be her for measurements, but not now. 

Still, I didn’t want her to leave…

I bit the bullet, taking the dress with the arm covering my chest. She’d seen them, touched them briefly even, but no one had seen down below yet, not clearly, and I’d protect that for as long as possible. Still, even though she’d seen them before, it was different this time. She wasn’t just looking at my breasts, measuring them as a tailor. She was taking them in, and I could see the hunger in her eyes growing even stronger as the lust inside me did the same. 

But no! I belonged to Kalia. She was allowed to show me off like any pet owner is, but I was still hers, and she had given Elash permission to look. We couldn’t do anything more with Kalia’s permission, obviously. But… would Kalia give permission for something like that? Would she order something like that?

I really needed to get some clothes on. I turned around and slid the dress over my head, fully aware that Elash could see my ass, fully determined to ignore that fact, less I grow so horny I couldn’t keep from touching myself again. God, why was I still so fucking horny?

“Try to keep your tail down, dear.” 

“Huh?” I said, trying to pull the top of the dress down, positioning it against my chest. Of course, I remembered right away what it was she was talking about. I tried to follow her advice, pointing the damn thing down, but it wouldn’t comply! I could swish it back and forth just fine, flapping the back of the dress for her, but my tail did not want to go down right now…

“Too excited, I guess,” she said. “Turn around though.” I obeyed, glancing down as she looked me over, grabbing pieces of cloth off me, pulling them back, straightening them down. “There, fit’s good, especially for an off the rack piece. Turn back this way.” I was still very cognizant that the back of the dress was lifting up as she moved me towards the mirror, but when I saw myself finally everything else seemed to fade away. 

It was me, again. It’s hard to describe how I felt, the elation upon seeing that. The desires, urges from before didn’t really disappear, but they were eclipsed. I didn’t need to touch myself anymore, didn’t feel any shame in who I was at that moment. Looking in that mirror, seeing myself in that dress, I just saw me. The smaller frame, gentler, less boxy face, larger eyes, even the pink hair and ears all felt right in that sundress, tight fitting up top, resting just on my breasts, flowy and breezy below my bust line to the tops of my knees. 

“I’m…”

“Beautiful,” Elash said, looking over my shoulder still, though now looking more like her professional self. 

“Yeah…”