“We’re actually closing…” she says, “but I’ve at least an hour of clean up work to do here before the weekend, so you can stay and shop if you like. But I do need to lock you in, and pull the blinds so nobody else tries to get in.”
“That would be great, thanks!” I say, “It was a bit of a last minute idea to come here…”
“No problem,” she says, “I’ll close out the cash last, so you can still buy stuff.”
We’re at a specialty sex shop called Backroom Leather, following an evening at the pub, and a discussion of exhibitionism and sexual fetishes. The latter topics led us here on a whim. We’ve browsed a bit already, and I’ve been trying to talk you into a fancy leather corset. Actually, there’s a lot you’d look good in. Way too much actually, but then we wander into the bondage clothing…
I pick out a… well, to be honest; I don’t know what it’s called. A leather bound bar that ties to both wrists, to hold your arms out during sex, except… the leather ties don’t seem long enough to go around your wrists. I stretch your arms out and position the bar across your back, trying to work out how the restraints would work…
“You don’t know what you’re doing, do you?” she says lightly, smiling at us.
“Oh sure, I have a whole collection of…” I give up. “No, not a clue on this one.”
“Well for starters, that’s meant to hook into bondage clothing.” She says, and sighs. “I really should be setting up for tomorrow, but… oh, what the hell.” She walks over the clothing racks, and pulls off a bodysuit, full of metal rings. She looks at you and casually, but equally firmly tells you to “Strip.”
For a moment I’m not sure I heard her correctly, or it fully didn’t register. Then it does.
You look momentarily panicked, and look at me for support.
“Don’t look at me like that.” I say, firmly. “You will do what she says. Understand?”
“Don’t worry,” she says, “the blinds are completely view proof. This room doubles as a play area for our bondage exhibitions.”
We’d already spent several hours at the pub, and we’re both tipsy. Add to that our sex talk, and then the shopping. You’re already wound up enough that your hesitation is slight, and you start undoing your shirt…
Some pauses, some encouragement (orders), and some ‘speed it up’ gestures from our… what? Server? And unbelievably, you’re naked.
“OK, step into the legs,” she says, “now arms back” as she slides your arms into the leather, then coming around the front and literally belts you into the suit. It’s restricting; it fits across your whole body, but intentionally doesn’t cover your tits, your pussy, your ass… full access.
You look fucking hot.
“Now, this” she says, taking the bar from my hands, “then slides between these…” as she pushes the bar through some larger rings on your back. “And ties into the wrist rings of the suit… And this,” she pulls out another bar, “is for her ankles. Step you legs apart, as far as you can.” You do, and she hooks one end of the bar into the ankle rings, and then forcibly pulls your legs further apart to hook the other end.
“And at this point she can bend at the waist, and that’s about it. Perfect for laying her over a desk, the back of a chair, the edge of the bed…” I note that her tone has gradually changed. It’s more commanding; she’s talking only to me now, you’re just an object. To be used…
“…but even better is this.” she reaches for some chains that hand from the ceiling and rest on top of the center clothes racks. Pulling them loose, they swing out into the open area and she hooks them into the bar across your back.
“And now…” her voice is hard now. She grabs your body suit just above your ass, and gives your back a hard shove, pulling back on your suit. You’ve no option, you topple forward, momentarily thinking you’ll fall face first into the floor, until the chains stop you, suspending you bent over, your face less than three feet from the floor, struggling to balance with your only your toes getting any purchase on the floor.
“Exposed, defenseless, completely vulnerable…” she says, “Now fuck her.”
“I…?” I’m not sure I heard that right. Even I stumble. “What?”
“Do I look like I have all day? FUCK THE SLUT!”
Maybe it’s her commanding tone; maybe it’s that I’m already incredibly hard watching you… but I strip and immediately enter you from behind. You are so fucking wet!
“That’s it, fuck her! Not slow, fuck her HARD!” she moves around in front of you and bends down to look straight at you. “Tell him!”
You speak for the first time since we picked up the restraining bar, almost a whisper… “fuck me…”
“Not like that, you cunt!” she snaps, “Tell him to fuck his dirty slut!”
“Fuck me,” you manage, too quietly “fuck your slut…”
“Oh, you’re both fucking useless! BEG for it, bitch!!”
“Fuck Me!” you say louder, “Fuck Your Slut!”
“That’s it,” she looks at me, “Give it to her!” pause “Harder!” pause and exasperated sigh, “I ! FUCKING ! SAID ! HARDER !”
I start slamming into you as hard as I can, holding your hips as you pitch back and forth suspended by chains. You’re moaning loudly now with each thrust.
“Make her fucking scream! Tell her what a slut she is! Tell her to take your cock!”
“Take it!” I yell.
“Oh, yes, fuck me!! Make me cum!”
She rounds on you angrily. “You do NOT tell him to make you cum! You beg for permission to cum! Do you UNDERSTAND me?”
“Please let me cum, Sir…” you beg, “please let your Slut cum…”
“You will wait for me!” I say, as I pound into you violently, your moans are screams now. “I’m getting close! Your going to cum while you take my cum in your cunt! Ready?”
“Oh please, oh please,” you manage between gasps.
“Oh fuck! Now! Cum!” I yell as I explode into you. You feel me shooting in you and instantly peak, yelling loudly! I can feel your pussy gripping my cock as you cum so hard.
The orgasm was so intense I feel I can barely stand, and you relax limp, suspended completely by the chains. After a moment, she comes forward undoes your ankle restraints, and helps you upright before undoing the rest.
“Not bad,” she says, her voice back to the pleasant sales person we originally met.
“You’re still both a little reserved, but maybe with some practice… Anyway, it was worth it to make my weekend. My thing is ordering people around-”
“Really?” I interrupt, “I couldn’t tell…”
“Funny boy,” she smiles, “As I was saying, since you indulged me… what’s say I put this stuff together for you and discount it all down to our cost?”
“We’ll take it!” you say.
“Yes,” she says, “You will.”
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