Flashback by Ella Ardent Page A

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black corset was displayed.
    “That’s it,” she said. The corset had large
silver bar clips down both sides. It pushed up the bust, nipped in
through the waist then curved around the buttocks. It was longer
than her others but the shiny black patent would drive Mike
wild.
    “Love the hardware,” Eric said with such
enthusiasm that the woman smiled.
    “With black patent boots,” Joanna said, her
excitement rising. “Just ankle high, but with spike heels and laces
up the front. And one of those short sheer white dresses underneath
the corset. A short one, maybe knee length. Ruffles.”
    “Very Victorian,” the clerk said with
approval. “This mask, then.” She picked up a black velvet domino
edged with black feathers.
    “Black gloves all the way to the underarm,”
Joanna said.
    “Satin,” the woman agreed. Eric looked
between them avidly. “Black lace stockings.” She paused by a
display. “A wide black choker?”
    “Perfect!” Joanna exclaimed.
    “I gotta sit down,” Eric complained, but both
women ignored him.
    “This is a great look,” the clerk enthused.
“He’s going to love this.”
    Joanna knew she was right. “It’ll be
perfect.” Oh, she was going to make Mike pay for his choices. She
moved to the array of crops and whips, knowing she needed something
new for this scene.
    “I’ll have to check your measurements, just
to be sure the fit is right.”
    Joanna nodded agreement and the woman went to
get her tape measure. “We’ll need restraints for Mike,” she said to
Eric and he nodded.
    “Pick a style. She probably remembers him
well enough to order the right size.”
    Joanna dropped her voice. “Is this
crazy?”
    Eric grinned at her. “This whole scheme is
crazy, Joanna. That’s why it’s going to work.” He snapped his
fingers. “By the way, where do you want to take your lessons?”
    “Why?”
    “We have to play the game and lead Mike on.
He might get suspicious and call your apartment.” He smiled. “This
week, you’d better still be locked up and mine to enjoy.”
    Joanna wasn’t entirely sure whether he was
joking or not. She spoke firmly, knowing it would diminish his
interest. “I’m not letting you lock me into that place again.”
    Eric laughed. “So much for your submissive
side.” He heaved a sigh when Joanna ignored him. “So, here’s the
thing. You’ve got to keep calling in sick to drive him crazy. Do
you want to crash at my place?”
    “Only if you promise to not try
anything.”
    “Be still my heart,” Eric muttered. “She’s
going to take my word as my bond. If that isn’t love, I don’t know
what is.”
    His comment gave Joanna an idea.
    “Why don’t we go back to that place?” she
said as the clerk came toward them. She felt Eric’s surprise. “But
this time, you give me the keys.”
    His brows rose. “And you have your way with
me?”
    “You’re supposed to teach me how to drive a
male submissive crazy.”
    “Right.” Eric didn’t look so excited about
that, which reassured Joanna yet again.
    “I’m going to need a lot of toys,” she told
the clerk. “A cock leash and a ball band, some French ticklers, at
least two dildos and whatever else you recommend.”
    The clerk eyed Eric. “I think this one is
going to be tough to discipline, honey, but I wish you luck.”
    “Pleasure,” Eric breathed, turning his charm
on the clerk. “Wish her pleasure.”
    “Do I need to?” she asked, her tone
flirtatious, and Joanna watched a little sizzle of energy pass
between her and Eric.
    “What about yourself?” Eric asked, moving
closer.
    “Oh, I’m no dominatrix,” the clerk said with
a smile. “I like to be tied down tight and taught the rules. I
don’t suppose you know a good, tough master who’d want to remind me
of my place?”
    “Maybe I do,” Eric said and the clerk
smiled.
    Joanna moved to look at the restraints and
make her choice. She didn’t need to feel sorry for Mike’s friend.
Eric was never going to be