As I walked down the main street of my new town I smiled. I was quaint and serene. Little mom and pop stores sat neatly on each side. The Cresent Feather cafe where I'd stopped for a quick bite, brought back nostalgic memoriesfrom my childhood. Listening to familiar music playing in my headphones, I continued down the sidewalk. Then one store caught my eye. All the shops thus far had full glass fronts, inviting you in with promising knickknacks, clothes or sweets. This one however only offered you a glimpse of your own reflection.

I stood across the street half noticing my reflection and half squinting at the glasss. Even the name of the shop, Den's, gave no hint as to what lay inside. More than curiosity I decided to cross the street and as I got closer the windows still revealed nothing. "What are you hiding?" my subconscious drummed. Deciding I had know I passed the threshold of the door.

I froze as the light from the street faded and the contents of the store came into clear view. Very strategically placed around the room where what seemed to be very high quality, handcrafted beds, chests, wooden horses, cages, and all manner of other items. I wondered how this store came to be here in this picturesque town. Without realizing it I had stepped further into the store, lightly brushing my fingers across the beautiful carved chest that was nestled at the end of a bed.

Brodie had heard the jingle of the door from his office in the back corner and although the door was always unlocked, people rarely ventured in. And, even more rarely did they stay once they saw what he sold. Almost all of his business was from custom orders and he always new when they were coming to collect thier pieces, which was no one today. He side stepped around his desk to look out the two way mirror that made up the smaller space and scanned the room. The sight that greeted him caused a smile to creep up his face.

A tiny bird of a thing was caressing a chest he had only just finished yesterday. She was short and slim with the type of curves in all the right places that never made men think saintly thoughts. Her chestnut hair was in a lazy ponytail with strands falling to either side of her delicate face. Even her glasses gave off a sultry hint. Immediately he thought of how those delicate fingers would feel of they gave him the same attention as they were the chest. Slowly gliding over every etch as if in awe but also trying to commit the texture to memory as well. Intrigue sparked inside him. What would this bird that had unknowingly come into his cage do next?

Looking around I still couldnt quite fathom what I was seeing. By all accounts i should be freaked out or uncomfortable by all the pieces that surrounded me. One of the beds even had bars that framed the bottom, it was cage big enough to fit a whole sled team of huskies. But, it wasn't fear or revulsion that sturred inside of me. No, it was wonder and more confusingly admiration. Every single thing was so well and carefully made until it was more a pure work of art rather than a overpriced and mass produced copy.

After feeling the fine silk of the sheets that were tightly layered over the matress I headed to far wall. Noting more hand made items of a smaller nature. I tilted a collar made of high quality leather a d-ring and a bell to inspect it closer. There was no maker's tag or brand on it. only a small price tag with a big price. "Who in thier right mind would pay so much for such a thing?" I muttered to myself shaking my head.

"You'd be surprised how much a dom is willing to pay for a collar custommade for his submissive. " came a low burr that felt as if it was echoing in my ears. I spun around to find a very tall man eyeing me with a devil's smile. His eyes were a brilliant shade of hazel, and they were locked on mine. I stared at his green and gold flecked eyes. Then very collar in question decided to thud agaisnt the top of my head, breaking the tension that invaded the very small space between us. "Ah, I'm sorry I was just talking to myself. I didn't realize anyone else was in the store." I spurted out as I put my palm to my scalp and bent over to pick up the leather object.

What was with this guy? He stood there smirking at me as my cheeks undoubtedly became a deeper hue of red every second. He was standing so close I could smell him and he smelled intoxicating. A mixture of leather, wood, a faint hint of cologne, and a pure natural scent. Avoiding his eyes I turned around to put the collar back in its place and then made a step fir the door. "Leaving so soon little bird?" he asked mockingly, grinning from ear to ear.. And as I walked backwards to give him a scowl I suddenly found out why. I had ironically stepped into a standing cage.

Now any smart person would probably step back out quickly. But, in my confusion on how I had managed to walk, well back into an open cage while trying to flee had me quick checking that there were infact three sides of bars around me. As quick as my scan was, apparently it wasnt faster than hazel eyes could move. He was blocking the exit if the cage lazily with his frame and letting out a small chuckle. Suddenly a air of caution hit me. I didn't know this man from Jack, and for all I knew he could be a serious pervert.

"Ah, yeah I was just curious because you can't see anything from the outside. my friends always told me it would put me in hot water one day. " I laughed shakily as I tried not to panic. He looked me up and down for a moment as if he were debating on weather or not to oblige me. "What did you see that you were curious about?" he simply questioned without moving an inch. I stood there gaping at him confused not understanding his question right away. "I will admit you're very different from my usual customers little bird, but I try not not judge. Potential buyers and what not." he continued without any sence of decorum.

At that my attention snapped back in full force. "Nothing really, and please stop calling me that." I huffed trying to just bulldoze my way through him. As he moved aside feigning being accosted he continued "You mean little bird? As I don't know your name what do you suggest I call you?" he toyed as his smile only grew wider. "I don't know, maybe miss or ma'am like any other normal human being might do just fine." I countered over my shoulder as I weaved around beds and chests towards the doors. "How about you give me your name, unless you secretly like being called little bird, in that case I'm happy to continue." he said playfully. "I should really be going now, sorry to have disturbed you" I spoke as i hurried out the door.

Brodie smiled to himself as he watched her stomp down the sidewalk and out of view from the store front. He was right when he thought to himself that this girl was going to be interesting. And now that he had also seen her fiesty and flustered, he wasn't going to let her fly away so quickly. No, he was gonna tame this little hummingbird and in turn, she was going to come alive. And it was gonna happen under his guidance if he had anything to say about it.