Date: Fri, 3 Jan 2014 13:08:39 -0600
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Bad Wife - Good Slave Chapter 2 (Lesbian/Authoritarian)

Bad Wife, Good Sub Ð Chapter 2
By
Tappy McWidestance

After posting the pictures and the video on FetLife I expected the worst,
but except for an influx of guys hitting on me, nothing happened. The next
week was boring compared to my excursion to Freemont Street. Jacqui and I
chatted, but except for my masturbating while she listened on the phone,
she didn't give me any new tasks. I saw Toni at the gym a couple of
times. Our bike riding took on new meaning as now we both had experienced
Mistress Jacqui's public domination, but despite my repeated attempts to
get more information out of her, Toni remained steadfast that if Jacqui had
not told me something, there must be a reason. The next weekend, against my
desires, I went to Laughlin to see my husband. I really wanted to stay in
town in case Mistress Jacqui summoned me, but I figured staying home would
be suspicious. Hubby and I made love, but my heart wasn't into it.

Back home I received an email from Mistress Jacqui at noon on Tuesday. She
told me to prepare to go out that night. I was to bathe and shave my legs,
armpits and pussy. I was to pamper myself and then be ready to go out at
6pm. I was to wear a black cocktail dress, stockings and high heels. I was
allowed to wear a black thong and lace demi-cup bra. I was told to put my
hair up and do my makeup. As I read her instructions I understood exactly
the look she was going for. How many company events had I attended dressed
exactly like that? I was to dress back in arm candy mode.

By 5pm I was dressed and on pins and needles wondering what she had planned
for me. At 6pm a limo pulled up in front of my house. A handsome driver
walked to my door and escorted me to the car. I immediately wondered if he
was one of Mistress' boytoys. He was professional and courteous. As we
pulled away he handed me an envelope and then closed the window separating
the passenger and driver's compartments. I fumbled with the envelope trying
to open it. I was nervous. There were two parts to this task she had
arranged. Our destination was a mall in North Las Vegas. It wasn't too far
away, but from reputation I knew it was more of an outlet place far removed
from the glitz and glamour of shopping on the Strip.  The instructions told
me to walk around the mall window-shopping. I was guessing I'd be a fish
out of water dressed so formally, which was probably the idea. Mistress
told me to spend extra time in the stores where teenage boys shopped. No
doubt she wanted to give them a thrill. I was told to make sure my legs
were shown off and that I should bend over in front of them. Reading the
note, I realized she wanted me to tease them. She also told me to buy some
new shoes with higher heels than I currently owned and a pair of leather
boots with at least a 4" heel as well.

I figured out her game pretty quickly. Similar to what she did to me on
Freemont Street she was trying to get me accustomed to being exposed in
public and assuming it would turn me on. I already felt my pussy getting
wet just reading the note. I looked up at the window and saw that it was
tinted so I couldn't see the driver. I saw a reflection of myself,
however. I looked good and I felt good. I spread my legs a bit so I could
see the reflection up my dress. For a moment I was tempted to slide my hand
between my legs. I figured the driver couldn't see and I could get some
quick pleasure. But then I felt the car turn and realized we were at the
mall. The driver pulled to the door, got out and then opened my door. He
helped me out and then asked how long I would be. I told him about an hour
to an hour and a half. I was just guessing. He handed me a business card
with a phone number written in pen on it. "I have to park on the outside of
the lot, but call me when you are ready and I'll meet you right here," he
told me. "Take your time," he added. "I'm paid by the hour."

I thanked him and went inside. As I had imagined, the clientele at this
mall were decidedly lower class than the stores I frequented. I set about
my task to explore the mall and to buy new shoes. As I was walking, I got
an email from her. Added to my window-shopping task was to send mistress
selfies reflected in store windows. I should have guessed that she wanted
proof of how I was dressed. I had assumed she or one of her minons would be
here to spy on me, but I guess I had to do it all myself. That was
fine. Although the first one was nerve wracking, I started to get into
trying to discretely pose in an alluring way and snap a picture. When I
wandered into a Game Stop, I found plenty of younger boys eager to watch me
shop. I wasn't expecting how much that turned me on to have somebody 20
years my junior leering at me. But it did.

When I left the store, 4 boys followed me out. It was so cute. They were
trying not to look like they were following me, but it was obvious they
were. I figured that was part of Jacqui's plan so I didn't stop to
challenge them. I even managed to snap a picture of them and sent it to
Mistress.  She replied that I should "give the little guy a treat." I knew
exactly whom she was talking about. Three of the four boys were tall, over
6 feet. They probably played on the basketball team together. The four boy
was shorter. Maybe 5' 6" if he was lucky. He also seemed less confident
than his buddies and appeared to be just tagging along. I was nervous about
what Mistress' concept of "a treat" would turn out to be.

She sent me another email and instructed me to go into the lady's room and
to masturbate into my thong. I'd already confessed to her that I got wet in
the limo and walking around teasing the boys had done nothing to stem my
juices. Her plan was for me to get my thong very wet by rubbing it on my
pussy, then to have me take it off and somehow sneak it into the kid's
shopping bag without him noticing. Failing that, I was to confess that I
got horny having him follow me and just give him my thong as proof. I
really didn't want to do that so I started thinking about how to leave the
surprise in his bag and not get caught.

The first part, wetting my thong, was easy enough, although stopping before
I came was a challenge. After I removed my thong I wadded it up into a ball
in my hand and left the lady's room. As I anticipated, the boys were all
sitting waiting for me. They were still trying to look innocent, but we all
knew better. I decided to walk right past them. I wasn't sure how strong my
womanly scent had become since my quick masturbation session, but if they
did smell it, I figured it would drive them crazy. As I expected all four
stood up and began following me again. Trying to get the little one
separated was going to be a challenge. One I could not figure out how to
complete. Soon I gave up. I wanted to get on with buying shoes. I was going
to have to confront them. I started moving toward the shoe store. As I
passed the door I quickly spun around surprising my followers and walked up
to them. As I expected, two of them bolted having been caught. The tallest
guy and Mr. Shorty stopped dead in their tracks.

"Have you been enjoying following me?" I asked them. They didn't
answer. Finally the tall guy admitted that he was. "Well I don't like to be
followed," I replied. Then after a pause I added, "But as long as you are
here, you can help me with something." The taller kid smiled, but I dashed
his dreams by reaching out and taking the hand of the smaller guy. "I need
your opinion on some shoes." With that I pulled him into the store. He
buddy was standing there shocked at what had transpired. The younger kid
was no less confused. I turned him so his back was to the window and pulled
my soiled thong out of my pocket and handed it to him.

"You will not understand this, but I have to give these to you. They are
soaked because my mistress made me masturbate in them. Having you guys
follow me turned me on. Now I need you to help me pick out some shoes. Tell
me which ones look sexy on me, ok? Then I'm leaving, but you can keep the
thong and tell your friends you were the one I chose. Got it?"

He nodded.

"OK, I need some new boots with a high heel and some other high heeled
pumps. What would look good on me?"

I took his arm and held it like we were on a date. I'm sure his buddy was
going nuts watching us through the window. The kid was nervous and I had to
chuckle a bit as he picked up a leather boot that looked straight out of a
fetish video. It was perfect, of course, but I doubt he knew why. I waved
at a saleswoman to help us. She measured my stocking clad foot and went to
get a pair of the boots. I was sure my scent was trapped under my skirt and
that the sales woman (she was pretty young and cute) would get a look at my
bald beaver when she slid the boot on. I figured it wasn't the first time a
woman gave her a show like that. I just wasn't sure how she would react. I
do know she caressed my calf a bit while she zipped up the boot. That
wasn't necessary and I'm sure it was against their employee code, but I
wasn't going to squeal. Hell, I wished she had put her hands on my thighs
instead.

After she zipped the boots I took a quick walk around the store. No doubt
the heels were tightening my ass the way they should and I made sure to
slowly spin around so they got a good look. "Well what do you think?" I
asked them. The saleswoman gave a good corporate answer (although her eyes
were speaking the truth) while the kid kept his mouth shut. He was probably
just thinking about where I was going to blow or fuck him.

"I'll take them," I announced. "Now find me some shoes."

The saleswoman jumped at that chance. She understood my needs better than
the kid did. The kid would have agreed to anything. The saleswoman produced
a red pair of fuck me pumps. They were beautiful, although with impossibly
tall heels. I didn't know how I would walk in them. As she was sliding
those beauties on my food she explained that the extra high heel would
tighten my calf. She accentuated the statement by sliding her hand up my
calf again. "They may hurt at first, but with a little message (she started
squeezing my calf) you'll learn to love them. My breathing had increased as
she started to take liberties on my legs. "What about my thighs?" I asked
her. "Will they be tight as well?" I watched as a wry smile crept across
her lips.

I'm sure the kid had a great view as she started to slide her hand higher
up under my dress. But just as she starting getting somewhere interesting,
her manager called her from across the store and she quickly pulled her
hands back. She looked up and shook her head. "I can't," she whispered and
went back to being professional. Sensing our fun and games were over, I
told her I would take those shoes as well and she checked us out. I told
the boy to stay behind and talk to the shoe girl if he wanted some fun then
made a quick exit from the mall after I called the limo driver to pick me
up. My pussy was on fire from showing myself off and I couldn't help but
play with myself on the ride home. The glass partition was tinted so I
didn't worry about my privacy. I even snapped a selfie in the limo glass
for mistress. I brought myself right up to the edge of climax and then
stopped. It was very difficult to do, but I hoped mistress would reward my
good behavior. I sent her the picture and a recap of my
adventure. Unfortunately she didn't respond at all and the limo driver
dropped a very horny woman back at her empty house. If only he knewÉ

Alas I didn't receive any responses the rest of the night and I went to bed
without my needs having been satisfied. When I woke up there was a message
from her saying I had done well and that tonight she would have another
task. She said I should dress the same way only this time no thong and that
I should wear my new red shoes. The limo showed up on time again. It was
the same driver. This time he brought me to the Wynn. Instead of walking
around the mall my opportunity to expose myself would come sitting at the
bar. I was instructed to drink wine and casually expose myself to both men
and women. Ever since the corporations took over the era of prostitutes
hanging out at the bars has largely disappeared. But that sure was how I
felt. Once I had the attention of my mark, I would "inadvertently" uncross
and cross my legs giving him or her a nice view up my dress. Mistress had
not given me instructions on what to do when I was propositioned, which
happened plenty, nor had she given me permission to hide in the ladies room
and finger myself. It was frustrating to tease and not please. There were
several guys I would have been happy to go upstairs with, but as silly as
it seems, it didn't seem like I was cheating on my husband because I was
playing with another woman. If I took a guy upstairs, there would be no
question of what I had become. So I turned them all down for an hour and
then headed back to the limo. Again I played with myself and again I sent a
reflected picture of my pussy to my mistress. And again, there was no
reply.

Even more upsetting there was no response in the morning. Maybe she had
expected me to accept one of the offers. For several days there was
nothing. Toni told me not to worry. She was probably just busy and that she
would disappear for weeks without talking to Toni and then would reappear
as if nothing was wrong. I didn't like that. But I didn't have much of a
choice either. Then on Saturday came an email that was unlike the
others. Oh, it was a chance to exhibit my body again, no big difference
there. But when I read the details it worried me. My required outfit wasn't
that different from my night on Freemont Street. Short skirt and button
down blouse instead of a dress. No bra, no underwear, stocking and garter
and high heels. She didn't specify how many buttons to open, but I knew
that would be forthcoming. Or she would just expect me to have my tits
hanging out again. But the destination was much more private. That is what
worried me. In the mass of people on Freemont Street there is anonymity,
but there is also a limit of what you can do. Eventually the cops would
care of you are running around naked, having sex in public or if somebody
was harrassing. Tonight's destination was different. It was an adult
bookstore.

As I said before, my husband and I were hardly prudes. I've gone to strip
clubs with him and we've been to a few bookstores. We'd even been to this
one. It was what I would call "medium" grade. It wasn't the sleaziest
place, but it wasn't one of the newer upscale places that cater to women
either. There was a toy section (where hubby and I went) a DVD section, a
magazine section and some video booths down a hallway in the back. Hubby
had suggested we go back to the booths, but that was too much for me to
handleÉ at the time. This time the limo came later. 9pm. I guess
mistress wanted me to arrive at a specific time. Again the driver handed me
an envelope with additional instructions. I was to walk around the place
looking at the merchandise. I was to look at the DVDs and peruse the
toys. I was to purchase at least $250 worth of merchandise (my choice of
what) and then when I went to the counter I was to ask where the "lesbian
BDSM" magazines were located. Just reading that sentence over and over I
could tell I would be humiliated having to do that. Of course that was the
purpose of this game and my pussy was already lubricating as thoughts of
asking some dirty old man where the magazines were was starting to excite
me.

The limo dropped me off and the driver didn't seem to care about the
location. I suppose he's seen it all. Walking in I felt like a lamb being
led to slaughter. I was sure there would be plenty of horny guys hitting on
me and I wondered if I would be able to resist like I'd done at the
Wynn. My pussy was demanding attention and I knew I'd have to give it some
soon. I tried to look natural as I walked in the door. I knew other women
shopped her because I'd seen them when I was with my husband. But I had not
noticed any single women there before which worried me. It didn't matter. I
had to go in. I casually tried to see who was working in the store and who
was shopping. I tried not to look nervous. There was a guy working the
counter, but he was younger than the other times I'd been there. Still it
would be humiliating asking him for the magazines and buying toys from him,
but it could have been worse. Since he was younger than me I could probably
intimidate him if I needed to do so.

I wandered through the shop feeling the eyes of every man on me. There were
only a few guys shopping and I noticed a couple buying tokens for the video
booths and then disappearing. It actually was a pretty good time to
complete my task as I was sure it would be more crowded later. I started to
make a list in my head of what I needed to buy to make the $250 minimum. I
picked out a couple of DVDs, a new dildo and two vibrators but that was
just $100. I looked around for something that might be more expensive. I
saw some leather clothes, but I didn't know how I would explain a corset to
my husband. Then I looked toward the front of the store and noticed a young
girl had joined the guy by the register. Immediately I knew she was the one
I was supposed to ask about the magazines. Again trying not to be nervous,
I walked up to the counter and lay down my items.

"I need a few more things, can I store these up here?" I asked. She said I
could in a disinterested way. Then I asked her if she could help me find
something. She asked what I was looking for and in the least embarrassed
voice I could find I said, "The lesbian BDSM magazines." That made her
smile. "Sure honey, I can help you," she said sounding less than
disarming. I watched as she walked around the counter. She was maybe 22
years old. Blonde hair, tied in a ponytail, tank top, torn jeans and
boots. She looked like the girl next door with a hint of tough chick thrown
in around the edges. She pointed toward the magazines and said "this way."
As she pointed she put her other hand on the small of my back and gently
nudged me toward the magazine racks. They were in the back of the store. I
assume since the advent of the Internet they don't sell a lot of printed
smut any more so they don't dedicate the prime floor space to it. The sales
girl kept her hand on my back all the way to the racks, which certainly
wasn't necessary once she got me going in the right direction, but also
certainly was appreciated. I could feel her eyes on me the whole way. I
knew somehow that mistress had arranged this meeting. Was this the girl
from Freemont Street? As we approached the magazines I could see the
lesbian section on the bottom shelf, but I decided to play dumb.

"I looked over here before, but I couldn't find them," I said. The sales
girl stopped me in front of the section and pointed to them. "They are
right down there."

I squat down and grabbed one at random. Standing up I opened it about half
way in pretending to be interested. I then showed it to the girl. "Which
one is the best magazine for a novice?" She chuckled a little. "You can't
really learn from a magazine," she said. "First off you need to learn the
proper way to bend over."

I didn't move at first, thinking about what she said. Then she continued,
"Pick a different magazine."

I looked back at the rack and then realized what she meant. Instead of
squatting this time I bent over at the waist keeping my knees locked. Since
the shelf was basically on the floor and I was wearing high heels, that
meant I had to bend over to essentially touch my toes to reach a different
magazine. It also meant my skirt rode up exposing my pantiless ass. Not
surprisingly her hand, which had been on the small of my back, slid down to
my right buttock.

"That's much better. Just hold that position."

It was stressful, bending over so far, but I did what she said. I held my
position. Her hand did not stay in place though. She began rubbing her hand
all over my ass. "I like your wedding ring," she told me. "Why does a woman
like you need lesbian BDSM magazines?" At the time she asked she slid her
finger across my slit. I moaned instead of answering. "I've seen many wives
coming in here looking for a little excitement. Is that why you are here?"
She punctuated that question by sliding a finger into my pussy. She found
no resistance as my juices lubricated her finger. As she started to pull
her finger out my pussy did try to grab it. She started to finger fuck
me. "No need to answer," she continued. "I know about women like
you. Married to money but bored because hubby works too much." Her finger
was magic inside of me. I started to rock back and forth in rhythm to her
ministrations. "Looking to spice up their love life." She pulled out her
finger and then began rubbing my clit. I moaned again.

"Wifey likes that does she?" the girl mocked me. She knew exactly what she
was doing and exactly what I was feeling.  "Tell me you want me to make you
cum. Tell me you want to be a dirty whore who comes while bent over in an
adult bookstore. The guys are watching us. They know what you are."

I wanted nothing more than to cum right then, but in the back of my mind I
knew this was somehow a test from my mistress. "No mam," I answered. "I'm
not allowed to cum."

"Not allowed?" she replied. She started rubbing my clit harder. "You come
in here wearing a short skirt and no underwear and you are not going to cum
for me?"

"No mam," I replied again in between moans. "I mean, yes, I want to
cum. But no, I'm not allowed to climax."

"Why aren't you allowed to climax, slut?" she asked. She punctuated that
question with a slap on my rear to the applause of our audience. I couldn't
see the guys but I knew they were enjoying my treatment.

"I'm only allowed to cum when I get permission from my mistress," I
confessed.

She spanked me again and then began to finger fuck me again. Harder and
faster this time. "I see," she said. "So I could fuck you and rub your
clit, and you wouldn't cum?"

I humped my ass backward trying to get her fingers deeper into my
pussy. "Yes, mam," I cried. "I'd do my best."

"So eventually I'd make you cum. Is that what you are saying? What would
happen then? Would you be punished?"

I was struggling not to cum and I knew she could tell. I grabbed my ankles
to try and steady myself. I let loose a howl of pleasure. "Yes
mam. Mistress would punish me."

"Would she spank you?" the young sales girl asked. She stopped fingering me
long enough to give me five hard swats on the ass. My knees bent, but I
quickly locked them again thrusting my ass out toward her.

"I'm not sure mam," I replied. "I've never met her."

"Really?" she asked me. "But you find yourself here because of her?"

The girl had stopped touching me, which was driving me crazy. I didn't mind
her spanking me and certainly enjoyed her fingering me, but doing nothing
was the worst. "Yes," I replied. "She told me to come shopping here."

"Well she must have wanted you to learn something from those magazines,"
the girl told me. She then started to finger me again. "Your pussy
certainly is enjoying itself. I think I know what you need. Stay here."

She pulled her fingers out again and slapped my ass again. I groaned, but
held my position. Bent over with my dripping pussy exposed I imagined all
the guys leering at me. But I did nothing to pull my skirt down. I just
stood there until the girl returned. Then she told me to stand up and face
her. In my heels I was taller than her, but I only felt about two feet
tall. I looked down at her hands and she was holding a leather collar. She
reached up and buckled it around my neck. Then she clipped a leash to
it. "On your knees, slut," she commanded. I dropped to my knees. The girl
held the leash in one hand and began rubbing her crotch through her jeans
with the other.

"Since you have not met your mistress yet, I guess you have not licked her
pussy. How about any other girls? Are you a good pussy eater?"

I shook my head.

"Well I'm sure you'll learn. You look like you're pretty oral."

She stuck out the finger she had been fucking me with and pushed it into my
mouth. I started sucking on it tasting my juices.

"Let's see if we can teach you some of the things in those magazines you
were so interested in," she announced loud enough that everyone gathered
around could hear. "Crawl behind me."

She tugged the leash as she started to walk away. I followed on my hands
and knees. The floor was cold and sticky. She walked up and down the aisles
picking up products, although mainly from the BDSM section. Then she led me
to the counter.

"Ring this stuff up with her other purchases, Bobby," she announced to the
male cashier. "Give me $20 in tokens as well."

She took my credit card out and he charged $375 worth of merchandise. Not
that I was complaining. They handed me the credit slip and a pen and I
signed it on the floor. There were a couple of large plastic bags. The girl
took one and put it on the floor in front of me. "You carry that with your
teeth. The other bag we'll pick up later." She then led me toward the video
booth hallway. My pussy was still exposed as I crawled behind her. My mouth
was watering around the plastic handle on the bag. It was dragging on the
floor. I tried to keep my head up and keep it from sliding on the dirty
floor, but the bag was too big. I could feel my hands and knees getting
dirty. The girl didn't seem to care. Her hold on the leash was firm and she
kept snapping it encouraging me to move quicker. I could feel the guys
following us, although I didn't dare turn to look.

We headed down the hallway to the video booths. My husband and I never went
down here. He wanted to, but I had refused. Now I was crawling behind a
girl I had met only minutes before carrying a bag of sex toys she had
picked. My pussy had not stopped leaking since the moment she bent me
over. My husband had told me rumors about what happened in these booths,
but I didn't really believe him. I figured lonely guys just jerked off in
them because they couldn't at home. He told me stories of guys who would
bring their wives to get gangbanged. While I didn't discount that 100%, I
figured I would end up eating the girl's pussy and maybe she would tie me
up. I didn't want to fuck any of the guys. But then again, if she tied me
up and I didn't have choice, would it really be cheating on my husband?
Whatever was going to happen I was about to find out. We had reached the
end of the hallway. She led me into the little room. It smelled of cum.

After we entered the room she shut the door. I noticed there was no
lock. There was a single chair. It had a cushion seat and a wooden
backrest. There were no arms. She told me to stand. She then told me the
first thing she does with a new girl is called "inspection." My body was
tingling. I was told to "stand still" while she slowly unbuttoned my
blouse. She seemed pleased that I was not wearing a bra. She helped me
slide the blouse over my arms and then tossed it onto the floor. I wasn't
happy about that. It was an expensive silk blouse and the floor was
filthy. But I wasn't in a position to challenge her. Next she unziped my
skirt and helped me step out of it. She'd already had a good feel of the
goods so that was less embarrassing than losing my blouse, although I was
no less upset that my skirt joined my blouse on the floor. She then told me
to stand with my feet 18" apart and to put my hands on my head. That was
when the inspection formally started.

She used her hands to cup my breasts as if she were weighing them. "Who's
your surgeon?" she asked. I told her. "He did a nice job. Not too big on
your frame but big enough. Good choice. Nice to see you didn't go too crazy
oversized like some women."

She then pinched my nipples testing their reaction. "Good nipples. Nice and
firm. Do you get off on nipple play?" I nodded. "You bought some nipple
toys I think you will like," she told me.

She then continued the inspection. She touched every inch of my body and
made comments. Fortunately they were mostly positive although she did make
a few suggestions about changes to my workout routine I could do to tighten
up a few areas. I confessed to her I'd been doing more cardio instead of
weights because I wanted to be near Toni on the bike. She said she
understood and that the bike was her favorite too. She commented on my
pussy and how well it gripped her fingers. She also squeezed my ass
(positive comments) and asked how often I had anal sex. It was a weird
experience for her to be examining me in such an intimate way. But I also
found it strangely arousing.

My inspection complete, the girl told me to sit down on the chair. The
cushion was still warm from the last person to use the room. It was also
damp. I was hoping it was sweat from the last patron. I wondered how much
cum the seat had seen through the years. It felt nasty. My salesgirl didn't
seem to care. She was busy taking items out of the bag. First up were two
leather ankle cuffs. I'd noticed them on the shelf. They were $50 for the
pair. After she attached them to my legs she quickly tied them to the chair
leg. My legs were not spread far apart, but they were far enough to give
easy access to my pussy. Similar cuffs were produced for my wrists,
although since there were no arms on the chair my arms were simply tied
behind the chair. This was a little painful, but I had to choice.

"Now that you are mine to do with as I wish, let's have some fun," the girl
announced triumphantly.

The first thing she did was go into the bag and bring out what she
explained were nipple suckers. I didn't get to touch them, but they looked
like hard plastic with a squeeze ball at the end. I watched as my tormentor
licked around the open end (to make a good seal she said) and then squeezed
the ball. She then placed it over my already stiff nipple and released the
ball. I gasped as the air pressure going back into ball sucked the air from
around my nipple drawing my areola and nipple up and away from my body. It
was a devilishly simple device and I could already tell, very
effective. There was some initial pain, but it quickly gave way to
numbness. I didn't bother protesting when she did the same to my other
nipple. It looked funny having these two plastic balls hanging off my
nipples, but I was more curious about what my nipples would look like when
she took them off. I could feel them pulling away from my body and the
blood flowing to my breasts made them more sensitive.

After preparing my nipples, she took one of the tokens I bought and dropped
it into the coin slot of the video player. The TV (behind a spatter screen)
came to life and she used a knob to select a lesbian BDSM film. She then
came back to me. "I'll put in enough coins for you to watch the whole
movie. You can then decide if this is right for you. She reached into the
bag and pulled out a flogger. "I'm going to take the nipple suckers off in
10 minutes. Then I'm going to ask you if you want your tits whipped." I
didn't respond. She then pulled out an egg vibrator. "This will keep you
busy," she announced before turning it on and sliding it into my
pussy. "Enjoy the show." She then dropped a couple more tokens into the
slot and walked out. I didn't hear the door shut, but I was much more
interested in the buzzing in my pussy and the view on the screen to worry
about that.

The damn egg was nowhere near powerful enough to get me off, although the
images on the screen were doing a good job. I certainly identified with the
thirtysomething naked slave girl groveling at her mistress' feet. And the
mistress was a vision in power dressed in a leather corset wielding a
whip. She also was wearing a large strap-on dildo. The first 10 minutes
until my girl returned was mostly the two women in the video "getting to
know each other" with some light bondage and a little spanking. Of course
it was enough to make me wish I was the domme's slave. It also made me wish
Mistress Jacqui would meet me soon.

The sales girl returned. She was still dressed in her jeans and tank
top. I'd been fantasizing that she would return wearing a corset. Oh
well. The first thing she did was to remove the nipple suckers. Let me tell
you that was painful. Looking down at my breasts I could tell my nipples
were very distended. The suction pressure had pulled them out and made them
puffy. I shouldn't have been surprised when she flicked them with her
finger they had become very sensitive.

"So slut, should I flog your tits or send you home?" she asked. I had the
feeling that if I chose to go home that I'd never hear from Mistress Jacqui
again. I lowered my eyes and told her to flog me.

"Good choice," she said waving the flogger in front of my eyes.

I didn't really have a frame of reference as to whether she hit me hard or
not, but from the first lash my chest, stomach and yes my tits were on
fire. At least she was nice to stay mostly away from my nipples, but it
hurt nonetheless. Looking down I could see red streaks forming across my
chest. Those were not going to wear off any time soon I figured.

Satisfied that I could take more pain, I then watched as she dipped back
into my shopping bag and produced a set of nipple clamps. At least they
were the plastic tipped kind, I thought as she showed them to me. She
snaked the clamp chain through the leash ring on my collar and then
attached them to my nipples. I screamed. I couldn't help it.

"Don't move your head too much darling," she told me.  "Your nips will be
very sensitive for a while. Don't worry about the marks. They will fade in
a few hours."

She then grabbed a vibrator out of the bag and turned it on. It was much
more powerful than the egg that had been tormenting me. She looked at me
with a devious smile. "Still think you can hold back from cumming?"

She knelt down next to the chair and we both began watching the movie. More
accurately I was watching the movie trying not to move my head and she was
teasing my clit with the vibrator every so often. She even buzzed my
nipples a couple of times. On the screen the sub was getting whipped. I had
a feeling she would do that again to me. But instead she kept bringing me
close to orgasm and then stopping. It was maddening. I began to wonder how
long she planned on keeping me there. I'd been watching the movie for about
an hour. The domme was now fucking the sub with the strap-on and I was
begging my temptress to fuck me with the vibe. She teased me that I would
cum if she did that and she didn't want to disappoint my mistress. It took
all my strength not to tell her to "fuck my mistress" and to get me off. In
the back of my head I still thought this was all a test from Mistress
Jacqui, although I was less sure as time went on. Finally the movie ended
after the sub had an explosive, screaming orgasm. The girl took off my
clamps and gave each of my nipples a tender kiss. Then she pulled the egg
out of my pussy and had me lick it clean. I liked my taste.

"I'll be right back," she told me. "I get off work at 11."

She started another video for me before she left. This one featured a busty
blonde girl tied to a bed and a young brunette licking her pussy. The
brunette seemed to be teasing the girl because she wouldn't let her
cum. This was becoming a running theme. One I didn't really like. I was
looking forward to getting home and getting myself off. I couldn't really
track how long I was by myself. I was guessing each scene in this movie was
20-30 minutes long and there were 4 of them I watched including a scorching
scene where an older redhead got double fucked by two young blonds with
strap-ons. I'd never watched a lot of lesbian porn, but that one had me
squirming as much as my bonds would allow. Shortly after that was over my
girl came back in with another bag.

"I added one more thing to your credit card. I hope you don't mind."

I really wasn't in much of a position to complain. She pulled it out and it
was a big strap-on. My mouth (and pussy) drooled a bit at the thought of
her fucking me. Unfortunately that wasn't her plan. After adjusting the
straps, she started sliding them under my butt. It was tough to wiggle for
her to get the straps underneath me, but she finally got the monster cock
hooked up and fairly tight against me. She then pulled off her jeans. The
first thing I noticed was her pussy was shaved bare. The second thing I
noticed was she was already wet. She started a third movie (another lesbian
strap-on one although not BDSM themed this time) and walked back over to
me. She started stroking my new cock. "Are you going to fuck me, baby?" she
cooed. "Do I have a choice?" I replied. That made her laugh. She then bent
over and sucked the first few inches into her mouth to get it wet.

She turned her back to me and pressed between my legs. She then grabbed the
shaft and positioned it against her labia. It seemed too big to fit in her
as I watched her begin to slide down the phallus. She seemed too petite to
be taking such a big dick, but she did. She started fucking herself with
vigor. I was getting a little pleasure from the indirect contact with my
clit, but certainly not the kind of pleasure she was getting. From her
sounds I figured she would cum quickly. Maybe then she would have pity on
me and give me pleasure. Instead, though, after her first noisy orgasm (I'm
sure the guys in the other booths heard her) she stood up and pulled her
tank top off. Her breasts were small, but her nipples were large and
stiff. She then remounted my cock, this time facing me. She put her arms
around me head and rode me like a woman possessed. She pulled my head
against her chest. I did my best to lick her nipples, but she seemed more
concerned with just holding me against her. This time she was bouncing so
forcefully I was getting close to climaxing. I could tell she was too so it
was a bit of a contest to see who would cum first. I suppose it's not a
surprise that she won that race. When she came she left the dildo buried
deep inside her and hugged me tight. I could feel every shake and quiver
through her body as her orgasm sent wave after wave of pleasure through
her. Now she must be done I figured. Now it must be my turn. But again I
was wrong.

She dismounted the dildo, her pussy gaping from the intrusion of such a
large member. A rush of air came out, but she didn't seem embarrassed.
Instead she stood up and then started climbing up my body. The chair was
good for her to straddle me because there were no arms, but it really
wasn't suited for her to try and get her pussy to reach my mouth. I thought
we both would topple over since I couldn't move to counterbalance her
weight. But this must not have been the first time she used someone tied to
the chair to lick her post orgasmic pussy. Her flavor and scent was strong.
Two quick orgasms will do that for a girl I suppose. She had amazing
balance allowing her to grind her wet pussy on my face and enjoy a third
orgasm in short order. Now it must finally be my turn, I reasoned. She told
me it was time to leave.

"Where are we going?" I asked her.

"You want to meet your mistress, don't you?"

"Mistress Jacqui?" I questioned.

"Yes silly. You did good tonight and passed your test."

"OK," I replied. "Let's go."

I still didn't know the girls name that had just used me for her pleasure,
but I was more than willing to go with her. She untied me from the chair.
She asked if I needed to use the bathroom. I replied that I did. She told
me it was out front to the left of the magazine racks. She said she would
clean up my toys while I went.  I walked out of the room and didn't
remember I was naked with a collar and leash until I passed a couple going
into one of the other booths. All of a sudden I remembered where I was. The
woman commented about the lash marks on my chest. I was mortified. I could
have dashed back to the room, but I really did need to go to the bathroom
so I streaked through the store instead. I found the bathroom easily
enough, but it was locked. I knocked on the door but there was no response.
Then I heard a man clearing his throat. I turned and the guy at the counter
was holding up a key. I looked around to see if anybody else was watching
me. I'm not sure why that mattered, but I was more embarrassed by not
assuming the bathroom would be locked than by being naked.  Strange. A warm
feeling of complacency washed over me. "Own it, girl" I said to myself.
This time I walked to the front of the store. Hell, he'd already had a good
look at me dashing through the store," I thought. And I was sure this
wasn't the craziest thing he'd seen.

"Did you enjoy the movie?" he asked. "Not as much as your clerk did," I
replied.

He handed me the key and I walked back to the bathroom. I was certainly
tempted to play with myself while I was in there, but I figured I'd made it
this far, I needed to see this through. Especially since I was finally
going to meet Mistress Jacqui. There were a couple of guys standing around
when I returned the key. One reached out in an effort to touch my breast
but I slapped his hand away.

"Thank you for the hospitality and fine products," I told the cashier.
"I'll shop here again."

"I hope you will," he told me with a smile.

I walked back toward the video booths assuming she was still there. As I
passed the first booth I could hear the couple I saw fucking. Must be nice,
I mused, to just go out and have sex. I'll hopefully I'll be getting that
soon enough. My salesgirl was done packing my new purchases. I noticed my
clothes were missing. She must have put them in the bag. She recuffed my
hands behind me and then said, "I'll drive," and took hold of my leash. At
least she let me walk this time as I followed behind her as she led me
through the store and to the front door. Needless to say I was scared of
being led naked out of the store, but I didn't have much of a choice. She
brought me to her car, a Honda Civic and told me to get in back. When I did
she leaned in and grabbed a leather cuff that was under the side of the
passenger seat. "Spread your legs," she commanded and I did. There was a
similar cuff on the driver side and soon I was bound in her car unable to
move my legs or touch my pussy.

"One more thing," she added before grabbing a blindfold out of the center
console. "Mistress likes her privacy."

Thus we went into the night. I was bound naked and without sight being led
by a girl I'd just met going to meet a woman I'd pledged my body and soul.
This was certainly a leap of faith, one that I hoped would not turn out
badly. At least that is what my brain was saying. My pussy was leaking onto
her back seat. And that was what was really in charge.