The Red Crop

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I had just broken up, with what is now my former boyfriend; a far too long, abusive relation I will have no part of. It had been tough, challenging to break up; I had forced myself, to run away. Even if I could carry nothing with me, aimlessly run out onto the empty street.

Aimlessly running, with no particular place to go.

It was worth it, at least in the short run. Run. Yes, run indeed. Because, that is what I am doing

Maybe, just maybe he is not following me. Maybe he isn’t, but he has friends. Any one of them, could be waiting for me beyond the next bend or behind the next corner. It is the kind of man he is. It is why I had stayed, and why I had finally grasped for this one straw. I had run off.

Was it right, I have no idea. Am I safe, only time will tell.

Yes, the time does smell. It stinks.

A memory had come to mind; something a friend of mine had told, a long time ago. Though I have not seen her in a while, quite a while.

Had I been in a panicked stupor? Probably.

As the memory is floating up to the surface of my mind, I momentarily start to feel I have an aim, something to search for.

Of course, I have some spare change in my right pocket. I always do keep the spare change.

At first, I had considered to step into the nearest cafe or pub; but soon changed my mind, just in case it is where he or any of his friends may see me. I did not want to be seen; or make a scene, right now. I just want to sink through the earth, and disappear. Right now.

Could I?

A few more streets; I go right, then take of on the left.

“A Lady’s clothes store?” I ponder, as I see the name of a famous, classy brand.

While they do not technically have a bouncer like the pub would, but you don’t just stroll in into the store. Particularly not men.

It does look a bit too fancy for me, but maybe this is the perfect escape. If even for but the moment. A few minutes, off of the street?

The door is open.

Behind the door, I am greeted by a high class lady. Not just a well-dressed woman, but a Lady with all the style I could have been wishing for.

My clothes may not exactly fit in with her clientele, but she does not stop me. Not right away, at least.

I sigh, in obvious relief as the door is closed behind me and the Lady is turning her back on the door for the short moment.

Naturally, every store has a showcase window; wherein they showcase their wears, for everyone to see. Even a high class Boutique has the showcase.

She had seen me, Just as she had seen the expression, on my face; she knows the expression, and she most certainly knows what it means.

“Right this way, please!” she offers.

I follow her into the boutique, through a solid oak-wood door. The door is obviously heavy, but she does not show. Though I could very well imagine, the oak is more for the style than actual strength by any means. For all I know, there could be an inch of stainless steel behind the wood.

But alas, what do I know of architecture, or style?

I like to wear a beautiful dress from time to time, but I could not explain what makes it classy or not.

The wall is lined with dressed up mannequins, looking beautiful and of high standard. These are not the standard fair mannequins you see in the windows of every store in town. While I know they are mannequins; but on a photo, they may have been passing for real women.

She says nothing, as she is leading me through the room in a measured gait. I follow her, as best I can.

At the other end of the room, she opens another door, leading me further into her den.

She is acting secure and assured of herself, as she continues further in with me in tow.

In my eyes; she is acting as if there is no harm that could possibly come to her, no matter what.

Is she just the Iron Lady, or is it a lifetime of experience behind her?

Either way, she had chosen to pick me up, leading me right into her den.

I am grateful, I can be nothing else. It is, the situation in which I had found myself.

She does not ask, but already has an idea as to what I need. Maybe she knows me; or my situation better, than I care or dare to know or even consider?

“Just a moment..” she offers, as she is entering through a previously unseen door.

While she is out of sight, I pat my pockets; confirming what is there, and what I have on my person. Of course, she already knows. I don’t know, just as I don’t know how or why she knows.

She had never let on.

“Three blue diamonds?” I ponder, as it hit home.

My mind finally relaxed enough, for me to actually see these little details.

“These three blue Diamonds..” I ponder; “where have I seen these, or where have I heard about them from?” I ponder.

I never have the time, to finish the line of thought of course; because the Lady is back, calling for my attention. Now, I may never know; where the image had come from, but I guess I will survive.

“Right this way, please!” she offers; and I follow her into the next room, where she had lined up a set of mannequins.

I know I could never afford to buy more than a single suit. Not, if I were to pay the full price in any case. This is an exclusively expensive establishment and I know it.

Skirt, blouse, jacket, panties.. Stockings and even a pair of shoes. Everything I would need, to pass for being someone else, another girl who is left alone.

Which colour and style would I choose?

In any other store, I guess I could have chosen to mix and match. I just do not quite feel I could afford it here, and now.

“Maybe that black business suit?” I ponder; “Usually, it feels too smart for me; but if I wore it, I would have more time to myself!” I conclude.

She is following me, with her eyes; measuring my attention in order to see what would suit me best. She knows, what she is doing; she had been in the business, far too long to stumble here.

“Do I even dare, to touch the suit?” I ponder.

Of course, it is just a suit. Not just any suit, but a genuine Rarity. If I did not recognize the sign, or the style; but anyone who does, knows what I will be wearing from now on.

If I wore the suit, maybe I could in fact afford to buy another one?

If I had not known better, I would have stated that I never had cared to own the first of these suits in the first place; but today had proven to be a very different day indeed, because now I know I just had to have this very suit.

I could not say why, or how; but somehow I just know, I need the suit.

It is black, like leather; but clearly is by now means leather, or any fabric I had seen or heard of. Now, I am about to be the very proud owner of the suit.

“You will have to take of, what you are currently wearing, before you can try this on!” she is pointing out.

“Yes, but of course; thank you for reminding me!” I respond, fairly lamely in an uncharacteristically sheepish tone of voice.

If it isn’t Rarity herself; but she is at least living up, to her standards.

I notice her extending her right hand, as if to point at something; only to lift her left hand with the index-finger extended, poking at what appears to be a wristwatch. A small section of the wall is sliding out of the way; revealing what appears to be a changing room, complete with a floor-to-ceiling mirror.

“Of course, your privacy; if you step in and undress, I will present you with the suit of your choice!” she merely explains.

“Thank you, Ma’am!” I respond, as I slowly step into the small space she had just presented me with.

As I had stepped in, the wall quietly slide back into place; offering me all the privacy I could be asking for, as she is undressing the mannequin and slide in the selected clothes over the top of the wall.

“Thank you, Ma’am!” I respond.

“You are quite welcome, Miss!” she responds; with a court nod to her head, even if I can not see it behind the wall.

Since the door is closed, hiding my body; I start undressing, in order to be able to try on the suit she had offered me.

I pull the top up over my head, before I leave it on the hanger she had offered for that specific reason. Now I am stepping out of my shoes, before I pull my socks of off my feet: left and right, before I slip them into the corresponding shoe. Sneakers, because I needed to be able to move fast and quiet. High heels, which I would have preferred; is neither fast, nor quiet.

Now I pull down the skirt, stepping out of it; before I leave it onto the hanger. Only to pull my panties down, placing them under my skirt.

Once undressed, I can finally focus on the clothes she had presented me with, so I can try them on. I trust her eyes to see my size. Maybe I had little choice, in the situation I had found myself in; the precarious situation, from which I had fled head over heel.

For now, I am calm and collected; with the Lady before me, standing guard.

As I am alone, in the small space; I picture the walls, as unbreakable. While it is not just the wall itself, keeping me safe; it is the lady, and her establishment at large.

“The Panties first..” I ponder, as I pick up the glossy, black panties with my extended right hand.

“Surprisingly soft and smooth..” I realize, almost picturing it as silk.

The cool touch of the fabric is almost mesmerizing me, as I stand still for a minute. As I manage to gather myself, I step into the garment offered to me; slowly pulling it all the way up to my crouch, affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“Oo-oo-ooh!” I mouth, quietly; as the material is hugging my supple and sensitive skin.

There is no sound from outside, no vibration to be perceived; almost, almost as if the world outside had ceased to exist. Which, naturally; it had not, and I could not even bring myself to imagine such a possibility.

Had the world ceased to exist, or been destroyed in any other manner; everyone I had ever known and everyone I loved and cared for had been dead. Even if it would have taken everyone I feared, everyone I loathed, and everyone else away in the process.

I am not the one to judge, and even if there never were that many I had cared about; I can’t enjoy the notion, of the world not being there now.

Yet, there is but the one cause of action; I am trying on the suit, she had offered me. Now, this is exactly what I am going to do; and I am going to enjoy it, for all it is worth.

If I had not known better; but the panties I am currently wearing is enough, to set me off. I do enjoy wearing these panties. By proxy, I have to enjoy the entire suit.

I pick up the knee-length stockings, she had offered me; lifting up my right foot, as I slip it into the stocking. At first, it had felt slightly too tight; but as the stocking is sliding into place, I am warming up to feeling it hugging my foot.

The stocking is smooth, and slippery; yet the inside soon stars to act clingy, holding on as if it had wanted to maintain the embrace by its volition. It is a somewhat curious feeling, but I guess I am already getting used to it.

Surprisingly enough, I realize the stocking had slipped all the way and adjusted itself as if on its own accord; so I set my foot down, before I am picking up the left stocking.

In the process, I realize my foot is not slipping; as I am slipping my left foot into the remaining stocking, pulling it up my leg.

As I had set my left foot down, looking down; I notice just how tight fitting the toe stockings cling to the natural form of my toes, feet and legs.

Now I am once more standing, on my own two feet; picking the tight semi short skirt she had chosen for me to wear; stepping into it, before I am pulling it up to my waist. Only affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

If not for the porcelain hue of these stockings; I would have thought, by feet had been are all along. Though I guess the sensations, these stockings are eliciting are giving them away.

“Halfway done, here; now I just hope the rest of the suit is as comfortable, as what I have already put on!” I ponder.

“Of course the fabric is the same, as the rest of the suit; what had I been expecting, she would pull a fast one on me and use bad fabric on these garments?” I ponder.

I pick up the brassiere, pull it down and adjust it into the final fit. It hugs and supports my breasts; like nothing, I have ever had the fortune to try on. However; I had never been to any of Rarity’s Boutiques, either. As my luck had been, why should I have bothered?

The brassiere fits like a glove, as the expression goes; but in retrospect, that should have been expected.

Now I pick up the blouse, slipping my right hand in through the sleeve, pulling it all the way out; before I slip my left hand in, pulling it out through the other sleeve. With deliberate care, I button it all the way up just to feel it.

“Is this, how it feels to be a Lady?” I ponder, as I momentarily stop.

The blouse is the same porcelain white as the stockings and the panties. Just that the jacket is the same black as the skirt. Slipping my hands in, right and left; before I button it all the way up, musing on the feel of wearing this ensemble.

Finally, I do slip my feet into the shoes, the final crowning achievement of the day. I am dressed up to the teeth, feeling like a Princess.

“Would I dare, asking for a Tiara, or anything else to wear on my head?” I ponder.

The door is sliding up, just a moment after I had stepped into my shoes.

"Clip, clop; clip, clop!” is heard, as I step out, facing her once more.

“Stunning, simply stunning..” she merely exclaims, as she is seeing me stepping out of her changing booth.

I make a courteous nod, in an attempt to mimic her style, as best I can manage. Feeling I had to act the part, the ensemble is putting on me. If I don’t fit the part, and wear the suit as it is crafted; what is the point, in wearing it in the first place?

My expression had changed, in the process of putting this suit on, and as I wear the ensemble; I had been transformed into a different girl, a woman of class and style. Of sorts, at least.

“You are beautiful, in the ensemble; you certainly do carry it well, as it had been intended!” she points out, as a clear compliment.

“Thank you, Ma’am!” I respond, as I am looking up at her.

“This will go well with the suit; I expect it, to complete your look!” she explains, as she is placing a highly delicate silver-tiara onto my head.

“Now, I do indeed feel like a Princess!” I ponder.

I curtsy, deeply; moved by the compliment I had been given by the Lady before me, which is far more than I thought she would afford me.

“One small detail; if you would follow me, please!” she utters, as a formality.

I know, what she is referring to; as I am following her to the counter.

“Extend your right hand, place the palm onto the counter and spread your fingers wide!” she merely points out.

“Of course..” I respond, as I am following her instructions as best I can.

While I do not understand, what she is driving at; but she had just secured the payment, all according to Rarity’s standing directions.

If I do not understand generosity, but I certainly can appreciate it if it is offered to me.

Maybe I had forgotten all about it, distracted by the situation; but now all my belongings had been moved into the suit I am currently wearing. Leaving no trace, of me ever being in the Boutique; other than the suit I am wearing leaving the store, and her meticulous records.

She is following me, to the door; graciously holding the door up for me, as I am stepping out into the street once more.

“Thank you, for dropping in, and feel welcome back; if ever you need something fabulous, to wear!” she exclaims.

“Thank you, Ma’am..” I respond; “I probably will!” I conclude.

“That, certainly had been a fruitful encounter..” I ponder.

With the shopping tended to, I continue on my way along the street; with the suit on, and the boost to my confidence.

“Maybe I should be picking up on the invitation?” I ponder; “All assuming, the offer still stands!” I conclude, steering my steps towards the address I had been given.

Only this time, I am not stressing out, turning this way and that, as I am taking a more direct rout towards my destination.

Just as I am approaching the given address, I am recognizing a man in the distance; somehow knowing, he had recognized me too. Too late, to turn back now; I had made the decision, and I will be sticking to it.

The doors slide up before me, just as I approach the lobby; quietly closing behind me, as I had passed the threshold. I am in, inside the lobby.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop!” is heard, as I move over the stone floor on my way through the lobby.

“Welcome, to the Red Crop!” she exclaims, as I come within her space.

Maybe I am five feet away, but that is obviously exactly the given distance.

“Thank you, Ma’am!” I respond.

“If you place your right hand on the desk, please; spread your fingers wide, and I will have your Mistress available shortly!” she chirps.

“Such an excitable girl!” I ponder, inwardly giggling at it all.

As I place the palm of my right hand on the desk; it feels warm, welcoming. Though as I spread my fingers, as instructed; it feels, as if my hand had been sinking into the desk, possibly even pulled in.

“Your first time, here at the Red Crop?” she inquires, as she is observing my facial expression.

“Yes, Miss..” I respond.

“Your Mistress is waiting for you..” she offers; explaining where I am to go, to find her.

“Thank you, Miss!” I respond, as I follow the path towards my destination.

It had been surprisingly easy, to pull my hand back from the desk; almost, as if I had never even touched its surface. Odd, and somewhat disconcerting.