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She opened the door tentatively, hearing a distant ding-dong in the back of the store to herald her entry. She wasn’t here to steal or to cause trouble…still she felt a little nervous. “Oh grow up,” she says silently to herself…there is nothing to be ashamed of in what she intended to do. Still, she was naturally shy, and the whole thing bothered her a little.
Gathering her courage, she began to look around. The smell of the place was fantastic…sweet, floral, musky…all scents at once. The walls were covered floor to ceiling with wonderful things…. costumes of all sorts, beautiful underthings. Interested in spite of herself, she began to look around, just browsing, not really intending to buy any of these things.
As she looked, she noticed a side passage leading to another room. Curious, she slipped inside. Only a small room, maybe 10’ by 12’, racks lined the walls, filled with hundreds of the type of thing she had come looking for. But how was she to choose…she had no experience in such matters. It was very confusing…she looked, she picked things up, but it was just too overwhelming.
Just as she decided she ought to go, an unnoticed door opened into the room and a tall man stepped out. She noticed his eyes as he looked at her…. beautiful warm, brown, smiling eyes. “May I help you,” he asked. Normally, she would have stammered a little, said “no thank you,” and turned away. But she had come in determined to get what was needed…besides, he seemed very nice. “Yes, thank you,” she replied and proceeded to solicit his help in her selections.
She had a list, having made it after much thought and attention to her budget. She showed it to him, and he smiled. “I think we have everything you need,” he said and turned to start pulling items from the walls. As he served her, he spoke of the various items he was selecting, obviously sensing her naiveté and trying to put her at ease. He explained how each was used, the points of interest about each particular product he selected. A little embarrassed, she hardly heard…. was getting more and more confused about the differences, the salient points of operation, the useage.
As he spoke, she felt him looking at her often but was not offended somehow. Finally he turned to her. “You seem a little confused about what you should be buying,” he said. He stepped close to her, taking her arm in his, and firmly led her to the little door through which he had entered. “Let me help you choose,” he said, as he led her through the door. As if sleep walking, she made no resistance, only followed passively.
The room was a little dark, furnished as an office, with big heavy leather furniture…a comfortable room, nothing to be alarmed about. Turning her to face him, she felt his eyes travel the lines of her body. She could tell he liked what he saw. “Stand still,” he said.
Reaching to the desk on which he dropped the items in question, he picked one up. “Now, dear”, he said to her, “these must be selected according to how much you can stand. It is important to pick the right ones to get the most enjoyment from them.” With that, his hands reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse, one by one the fastenings opening to expose her bare chest to him. Still, like a deer caught in the headlights, she remained; mesmerized by his now commanding tone of voice, what he was doing.
He pushed the edges of her blouse apart to further expose her to him, and began getting rubbing her breasts, running his thumb over her nipples. “Mmmmm,” he said. “I think these need some help.” With that he bent his head to her nipples, gently, then more firmly sucking each in turn, pinching a little to make them rise to his command. “There,” he said. “that is better.” She caught a glimpse of silver flash, then drew her breath in sharply as she felt a bite on first one, then the other, of her nipples.
Looking down, she was fascinated to see her nipples had been clipped, a strong chain hanging between them. She looked to him. “These are a good clip for a beginner,” said he, reaching out and giving the chain a good yank. “See, nice and strong, yet not so biting as the ones with teeth you had been looking at.” “But if you prefer a stronger sensation,” he said, “why don’t we try these.” With that, he removed the first clips, replacing them with a set of clover clamps, sucking her nipples a little in between to soothe them somewhat. He turned her to a mirror at the side, standing close behind her. “See, don’t they look wonderful and as an added bonus,” he said, reaching in front of her, “they can be tightened by pulling on the chain.” With that he gave a couple of tugs on the chain, watching her face as she winched with the extra pressure on her nipples, moaning a little. “Why don’t we leave them on to see how you like them while we look at your other selections," he stated.
Turning her with him, back to the desk, he pushed her forward over it. “Stay still” she was again commanded…and did. She felt his hands running up her legs, between them, and then lifting her skirt. She had no hose or underwear on. “Mmmm,” said he. “Very nice.” His eyes felt hot on her now bare skin.
Bent over the desk, she heard him rustling to her side, opening one of the other packages. Oh god…what else had she been looking at, she wondered. She felt his hands run over her ass, then his fingers around her anus, rubbing, soothing, exciting. She drew a sharp breath as first one, then another of his fingers invaded her, not hurting really, just stretching. ‘Now let’s try these,” he said, and began pushing the anal beads one by one into her cavity. So foreign, so strange, so exciting…..she couldn’t help but sigh and then moan as he filled her with them. “There,” he said as he turned again to the desk. “Let’s see how those feel after a few minutes. You should like these…they are very stimulating”
“One last thing to try,” he said. Again the rustling, then him swearing a little under his breath as he worked. “Damn batteries”, she heard him say. Facing her once more, his hands reached out, turning her to face him and then lifting her onto the desk. Her skirt had ridden up around her waist and he pushed it up all the way, gently spreading her legs as he did so, pushing her to lean back a little to ensure she was sitting fully on her asshole.
He looked at the valley between her legs, then lowered his head to her. “I don’t have any lube,” he said, “so this will have to do.” With that, his face disappeared, her back arching back further as he began to tonguing her slit, gently then harder, and harder still. Just as she felt herself beginning to tense, he stopped, reaching for the last item of her prospective purchases. “I think you will like this very much,” he said. She say his hands lower and then nearly screamed as the vibrator was driven into her, its little dolphin immediately attacking her sensitive clit, sending raging signals all down her body.
He stood before her, just watching, slowly drawing the vibrator back and forth in her cunt. He watched, he could tell she was close, very close, to cumming. Leaving the vibrator in her, its dolphin shamelessly doing it job, he reached to grasp both the chain on her tit clips and the rope of the anal beads jammed up her ass, holding them ready. She was moaning hard now, spread wide on the desk, her clothes pushed up all around her body; her hips humping the air, trying to fuck the vibrator deep in her. Smiling, he reached for the little knob of the vibrator and flicked it to high. At the same time, he pulled both the tit clips and the anal beads HARD. She was screaming as she came, body nearly out of control, her feet kicking a little with the ecstasy of it. He watched her with a little satisfied grin on his face, then turned away.
‘I do take it, Madam, that you are pleased with your selections. Will that be cash or Credit Card?” He began pulling the items from her body, one by one, to wrap. “The balance of the items should be ready in two weeks, if you would care to come to check them over. That would be the wrist and ankle restraints, the floggers, a paddle, one English riding crop, and the breast crusher, Madam. May I suggest we meet here again on Saturday, two weeks from today, to review your selections?” He couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her in the downstairs dungeon, screaming for no one but him to hear. “You might also want to consider staying for the bi-weekly get-together as well, only about twenty people. I am sure they would be happy to have you.”
He watched as she struggled off the desk, rearranged her clothing, paid her bill and left. “Always like to see a satisfied customer,” he said, as the door closed behind her. He was sure she would be a repeat customer.
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