'Do you believe in magic?'
This was from Catherine, Kat, my all time friend, confidant, lover and neighbour. We've only known each other for five years but in that time she has opened my eyes to the world as far as sexual arousal is concerned. You wouldn't think she was anything but innocent with her shoulder length brunette hair but she is a different woman once you get to know her. My hair is longer, slightly curled and blonde and I am, or was, naive but otherwise we are the same. Same age almost, same height, weight and dress size, both single and always horny.
'I believe in magicians but if you mean real fairy tale magic then sadly, no.'
A big smile came over her face, 'Well tomorrow we're going to the big shopping mall and I'll prove you wrong.'
Now I hadn't got a problem with that as I love all kinds of shopping but clothes shopping has featured high on my list ever since meeting Kat.
'Pick you up at ten then.' And she was off home with no more explanation.
The next day I was ready well before ten. Not knowing what was planned I was wearing a little black thong and matching lace bra. Whilst not yet needing a bra I tended to wear one especially if going clothes shopping. Over these went a white button through blouse and tight pale blue jeans along with black ankle boots with a low heel for comfort.
I saw Kat walking up the path and as always she had gone a level up on sexy. A black leather skirt, cream roll neck wool jumper and black over the knee leather boots with a wicked heel. I knew how much they'd all cost as I'd been shopping with her only days before and I knew she loved the skirt and especially the high cost.
I complimented her on her looks and we got in her car and drove in silence to the mall. The mall in question was huge and had every shop you could want so we both liked spending the day shopping and lunching when we could.
We got out and made our way to the front of the mall and I was slightly jealous of Kat in her leather skirt. I still struggled with short skirts and the 'sexy' look in general and she was the one getting all the looks.
We went in and it was reasonably busy even this early as it only opened at ten, barely thirty minutes ago. Prepared for a good days shopping I headed for my favourite department store for some clothes shopping but Kat stopped me.
'Follow me.' And she led me back outside and down the side of the mall as if heading for the deliveries section but instead we went down a brick lined alley I'd almost missed. At the end was a big solid door and a large keypad into which Kat typed a very long number whereupon I heard the door unlock. I followed Kat in and through another door and we emerged in the public part of the mall where one of the toilet blocks was situated. As the door swung back behind I saw a sign on the door saying 'WARNING - DANGER OF DEATH - KEEP LOCKED' and another keypad. When I turned back Kat was already striding out towards the main part of the mall. I caught up with her but something seemed odd and very quickly I realised what it was. There was no one around.
'Where is everyone?'
'I told you I'd show you magic. We have the place to ourselves.'
'For how long?'
'As long as you want but the fun thing is that anything you do in here will revert back to the moment we entered that number in the keypad as we leave.'
I must have looked confused which wasn't difficult so Kat just said, 'Follow me.
We walked into the main part of the mall and it was eerily quiet. Looking round Kat saw what she was looking for and headed towards a cookware shop. Going in I felt awkward as there was no public and no staff yet all the lights were on and the music was playing. Now more noticeable without customers.
Picking up a box of wine glasses she held it towards me and then just let go and it fell onto the solid floor with the glasses smashing inside the box. She didn't stop there and did the same to four more boxes before looking at me for my reaction. I'm guessing it was somewhere between shock and fear but I couldn't be certain. She then went behind the counter and rummaged around before returning holding a large pair of scissors. 'Cut my clothes off starting with my boots.'
Now we were on more familiar ground as she had turned me onto clothes destruction but this was a whole new level as the boots had provided very little change out of two hundred pounds and the skirt not much less.
"Do it. You'll see.'
With a lots of nervousness I knelt down and placed the blade inside the gorgeous leather. With a final look up to Kat who was nodding I squeezed the scissors shut. I was surprised how easily the leather parted and I cut right down to the sole on one boot before repeating with the other and then Kat stepped out of the ruined boots.
'Skirt next.'
I couldn't believe this but it did turn me on as I cut through the leather which put up more of a fight than the boots. As the ruined skirt fell to the floor I could see nothing but her bare pussy. I didn't need prompting and continued up the front of her jumper with the wool scrunching under the onslaught. Once it was open like a coat she shrugged the remains off leaving her in just a pair of lace top hold up stockings.
She then set off back the way we'd come and, stopping only to enter the number on the keypad, she pushed open the door and stepped out still naked. It was only as the door closed and clicked shut did her clothes miraculously return. She then led me round to the main entrance and we retuned to the shop to find all the glass boxes back where they came from as if nothing had happened.
'Do you see how much fun we can have with zero consequences.'
My mind was racing and I was keen to return as I had an idea of what I wanted to do next. 'Come on then. I want to go to my favourite department store.'
Kat didn't say anything and we returned to the hidden door. As we walked into the main mall I was once again taken by the silence as we headed down towards my destination. The only sound was our heels on the marbled floor.
On reaching the clothing section I went on the hunt for my outfit. Spurred on by Kat and the fact there was no one to see me I'd decided the slutty look would be my choice. Eventually I found what I was looking for and returned to Kat who was sitting patiently waiting for me.
'Found what you were looking for?'
'Yes. I'll go and try them on.'
But as I turned to head for the changing rooms Kat shouted, 'Hey, where are you going? I'm not holding these for show.' I turned back to see her brandishing a pair of scissors.
'Sorry, force of habit.' And I put the clothes on the floor and returned to Kat's side.
She slid off the chair and knelt at my feet. The black ankle boots were suede and put up little resistance. Then she cut twice through the hem of each jeans leg before ripping the denim as high as it would go. That sound was lovely and made me always want to have jeans to rip when arousal is needed. She then used the scissors to carefully cut up through the top of the jeans and as they fell the blouse, now released, dropped down like a mini dress. Again Kat cut the hem in a number of places before ripping the cotton up as high as it could go before completing its removal with the scissors.
Standing, Kat pulled each bra strap tight before cutting through it, the elastic slapping back against my skin. Then a cut between the cups and my breasts were free. She held the thong in place at the front whilst she cut the thin sides and then release the rags to fall revealing my clean shaven pussy.
'Now you can get dressed.'
I realised it was fairly pointless going to the changing room and so I got dressed where I stood. It actually turned into a joint effort as I started with the jeans. We are both size 12 and I had selected a pair of white stretch cut off jeans size 10 on purpose. It took a lot of pulling and wriggling before I finally got them on and I had to lie on a settee to fasten the button but eventually I was in. At this point Kat helped me put on and fasten the white strappy sandals as I could not bend down to do it myself. The final item was a white embroidered corset top which was again at least one cup size too small.
Once dressed Kat looked me up and down before commenting, 'Well you're certainly not hiding anything.'
I turned and looked at myself in the full length mirror. Normally I would be appalled but what I saw was exactly the look I had wanted. My boobs were straining to escape the top of my corset with my nipples only just hidden. Beneath the top was a small section of bare skin slightly bulging from the pressure of the clothes. Then the white jeans held nothing back as the front seam dug deep into me showing the 'camel toe' look so often seen. Finally the strappy heels with multiple fastenings and a 5 inch stiletto heel, far to high for comfort and balance. Perfect.
Kat decided to stay as she was for the time being so we headed out into the mall with me very unstable but loving the feel of the clothes especially the seam of the jeans.
'Do you think we might be able to get a coffee?'
Kat thought for a moment then replied, 'Probably not from the big chains but there's a small independent bakers that does coffee and tea. They might have a kettle.'
And we set off at a slow pace because of me but I loved the sound of my heels echoing around the mall.
When we got to the bakery it turned out they used a big machine like the others but they did do hot chocolate from a dispenser so while Kat sorted out two chocolates I debated whether I could actually sit down in these jeans.
When Kat returned with two mugs she saw me still standing. 'I've found just the thing to make you want to sit.' And she disappeared only to return with a blackcurrant cheesecake which she placed on my chair.
My first thought was I didn't want to ruin the jeans but then remembered I could repeat this as many times as I wanted so with great difficulty I sat down with the seam pulling in ever tighter. I sank down in the cheesecake and felt nothing for a moment then damp spread across my backside. I sat for a moment then stood again and turned to watch the still intact cheesecake slide slowly down my legs leaving purple trails on the white denim.
Once the pie had fallen to the floor I went in search of retribution and found the perfect items. The first was a large cake covered in way too much cream and decorated with strawberries. I placed this on Kat's chair and she knew exactly what to do. She pulled up her skirt and slowly sat down and I watched in delight as she sank into the cream. Not finished there she started to stuff cream into her pussy along with the strawberries and in the process the skirt got a good coating. My second find was another blackcurrant cheesecake and this I squashed into Kat's face and then smeared it down her jumper only briefly distracting her from her fun.
I sat back down and watched as so much cream was pushed inside her only to melt and run back out. Eventually she let her skirt fall and then poured the two, still warm, mugs of chocolate over my head. My top was far too tight to let any liquid inside and the chocolate poured down and over the still white front of my jeans.
Unsure where to go next we decided to head back to the entrance and then took a walk round sensibly dressed to plan our next adventure. We split up and arranged to meet up again for lunch. Over a light lunch we discussed our ideas and gradually we formulated a plan. Up until now our play had been tempered by reality but now we could do what we wanted and neither of us planned to hold back.
The next morning I was up early and dressed in a matching set of underwear, a summer dress, stockings and ankle strap shoes. Kat picked me up dressed in a similar outfit and we drove to the mall and entered via the magic door. We made our way into the department store and found a pair of scissors before we cut and ripped each others clothes to pieces. Then it was time to set things up. Whilst Kat went to the children's section I went to the home decorating section and we both met up with our items in the clothing section. I had a trolley full of lots of different coloured gloss paints whilst Kat had six motorised water cannons. We set half each either side of the department before heading off into the mall walking brazenly around stark naked.
The first stop was the lingerie shop where everything was an eye watering price but we weren't paying. We'd decided to dress identically and we started with lace suspender belts from a matching range. Then we chose Brazilian cut knickers which would have set us back £70 each if we were paying, and some black lace top stockings. Once these were on we both helped each other put on embroidered corsets which laced at the back and did wonders for our boobs. Then it was back to the department store where we put on black A-line leather skirts which were just long enough to cover out stocking tops. Then it was off to our respective sides of the department. The plan was to try and hit each other with coloured paints fired from the water cannon but in reality it was an excuse to coat each other in paint as well as a lot of expensive clothes.
Once ready we circled around like jungle fighters but I couldn't resist a rack of white undies and coated a dozen sets in bright red paint. As I turned there was Kat and she let fly with green paint that caught me right on the chest where it smashed up over my face as well as ran down over my skirt.
I let fly but only succeeded in hitting her backside turning the black leather red. As I returned to my stash of paint she caught me again and I felt the paint hit my shoulders and run down my back but when I turned there was no sign of her. Loading up more red I caught site of her heading round the edge of the clothes and I chased her into the furniture area. I saw her duck down behind a cream settee and let fly destroying the furniture and hopefully catching Kat. I was rewarded when her head popped up now covered in red.
Hoping to trick her into breaking cover I headed back towards my paint stash taking a few moments to paint more furniture an then rails and rails of dresses, skirts and blouses.
As I suspected Kat followed and I pretended not to see her but as she reached me I had made it back to the tins of paint and I let fly with a tin of blue. She wasn't prepared and I caught her full in the face. She stood there as the paint ran down covering most of her clothes and as she wiped her eyes I poured another tin over her head. Then it was a hand to hand battle until not an inch of us was clean whereupon we called a halt.
We'd already discussed the next step and that was to make our way to the coffee shop for a chocolate while the paint dried. Normally I would be wanting to try and get the paint off while it was wet but we hoped the magic door would sort us out.
We both felt very strange sitting drinking chocolate covered from head to toe in drying paint but we were rewarded by it drying quickly and we peeled ourselves off the chairs ready for the final part of the fun.
Armed with good scissors we set about removing each others clothes to reveal most of our bodies had received the paint. The final task was to cut off our hair which was stuck to our faces. This I enjoyed far more than I should of and wondered what it would really be like. Then it was a walk back to the door but not before sitting on lovely settees and wiping our hands over everything in sight.
My session was next and I took my time in the planning before I told Kat I was ready. There was still some unknowns but there was nothing I could do about that so on the day I arrived wearing my very best dress and undies and sporting a up style hair do courtesy of a very expensive session at the hairdressers where I'd also had some dark red gel nails and a full make up session. Kat arrived just after me and we went on inside where we almost matter of factly cut off my clothes followed by Kat's leather skirt and silk blouse along with her undies. Next stop was the shoe shop where we both managed to get matching white strappy heels which we carried to the lingerie shop. Here we picked out sets of undies comprising uplift bra, suspenders and knickers. We spent some time putting them on and adding white seamed stockings before putting on our shoes. We left but not before lots of underwear destruction just for fun. Then it was on to the car parts store where we borrowed a trolley and filled it with all the things I wanted. Finally it was on to the bridal shop. This store sold designers gowns which started at four figures and went up. The jeopardy was that we had no way of knowing which dress if any would fit us because the ones customers try on are large by design as they are just for the bride to pick a style then it is made to measure. Where we were going was the finished gowns waiting for the final fitting check before being taken away. These were kept in the back in dress bags along with their final invoice. There was no sizing labels as each one was individual so it was a case of trying each one on which was hard work.
One by one we took them from the dress bags and tried them on. To our delight we eventually found two dresses that fitted and were very similar in style with the only difference was one was white and one was cream. Each had a sweetheart neckline, a beautifully embroidered and jewelled corset top, a full satin skirt with a a net underskirt and a lace overlay over the skirt.
One at a time we laced each other into the dresses pulling the lacing as tight as possible before taking all the rest of the dresses out of the bags and spreading them out across the marbled floor outside the shop and then we were ready.
The first thing we did was open dozens of tins of metallic paint in various colours and place the around the dresses knowing they would at some point spill. Then it was time for our own gowns. Kat started and dipped her hands into the huge pot of black grease still in the trolley. She approached and my heart was beating as she ever so slowly wiped her hands over the top of my boobs and down the front on the corset top filling the embroidery with grease. Then it was my turn and I dipped my manicured hands into the black sludge and returned the favour to Kat who was equally fired up.
Then came the moment I was waiting for as another huge handful came out of the pot but this was not destined for the dress but my lavish, expensive hairdo. Slowly she massaged the grease in until the styling had gone and black strands of hair hung over my face. I couldn't resist rubbing my own hands through my hair and smearing the grease down my cheeks. For a brief moment I wondered what this would have felt like if we weren't going to return to normal as we left but I knew that was never going to happen.
Kat then tried to pour a tin of red enamel paint down the inside of my top but it was too tight so she poured it over my already ruined hair. The grease of course repelled the paint which ran down front and back of the skirt and over the other dresses.
When I did the same to Kat I watched as the paint hit the lacing and went straight through to the satin before running down in rivulets. Then it became more of a free for all as we painted and greased each other dresses util there was nothing of the originals showing and virtually ever other dress had something on them. Then the scissors came out and we removed each others skirts from the tops making sure each layer was ripped as much as possible. Our underwear was still quite clean to start with but soon got a coating of grease and paint before being removed with the scissors.
Kat then sat me down on the nearby bench and produced a magic wand from the sex shop. She then dipped it in the grease and then the red paint before spreading my legs and roughly forcing it inside before switching it on. To be honest there was so much grease and I was so horny it went in easily.
Kat then surprised me by emptying a tin of paint over her own head but this time looking up and so the paint poured over her face. When she tipped her head back I saw her mouth open and full of paint which she let dribble out. She wasn't finished as she scooped up a double handful of grease and squashed it into her face before leaning over and kissing me forcing the paint and grease into my mouth. Realising how much this was turning me on I grabbed a handful of grease and filled my own mouth before returning the kiss to Kat who was now stuffing a toy covered in grease up her own pussy.
Wet then concentrated on ourselves with multiple orgasms occurring before we eventually stopped.
Getting to our feet it felt very odd. All around were the remains of thousands and thousands of pounds of wedding gowns whilst we stood there in the corset tops, shred of stockings and now black heels. Nothing was said as we made our way back to the exit but I could resist walking through the dress section of the department store 'accidentally' brushing against the clothes whilst paint and grease dropped from our pussies. Eventually we were out and back to normal apart from feeling knackered from the orgasms and a strange oily smell.