Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

All of his ‘plans’ sort of went out the window, when he saw that. Greg doubted things would go quite like they did in the story he had read. Greg did notice though that the woman behind the till was actually very pretty. ‘Too pretty, really, to be working in a store like this,’ he thought. She was about an inch shorter than Mrs. C. and had long blond hair pulled back into a high ponytail. She only had on a little makeup; just enough to accentuate her best features. She was slender with an athletic build. Her breasts were small, yet firm and she had a nice, shapely ass in her black stretch pants. She looked to be about 20 years old.

Sneaking a peek at Mrs. C., Greg could see a small smile on her lips as she also figured out that she was probably safe here as well. With an audible sigh, Greg decided to quickly get the supplies and be on their way. Clearing his throat, Greg began to ask the clerk, “Where do I find the collars?”

The clerk seemed startled, and looked up at them in surprise. Greg realized then that she likely had been so engrossed in her book, that she never even heard them enter the store. She began to point to her left, towards a display case, when she did what can only be described as a double take. Her head snapped back to them mid sentence, and her mouth hung open, as she gaped at them in surprise. Greg guessed that she doesn’t often see gorgeous women in here with much younger men in tow. She jumped out of her seat and practically ran over to them, quickly offering her help in finding anything they should need. She barely gave Greg a glance, as she stared fixedly at Mrs. C.

With a smile beginning to form on his lips, Greg again asked, “Where do I find the collars?”

With only a glance out of the corner of her eyes, she replied, “Oh, they’re over here,” pointing to her left as she began to walk in that direction. When she arrived at a rack with a variety of collar types hanging from it, she asked “What type of collar were you looking for?” Her question was directed at Greg, but she never took her eyes off of Mrs. C.

“I have to admit….. Sara….” as Greg noted the name on her name tag, “that I have never been in an adult sex shop before. To be honest, I’m not quite sure what I need. The collar would be for Mrs. C. here.” Her cheeks blushed a deep red on hearing that. “What would you recommend for her? She likes to be treated like a dog and led around by her collar,” Greg added matter-of-factly. He figured if he couldn’t have the fun he had planned here, then at least he could embarrass and humiliate Mrs. C. a little.

With a short intake of breath, and a little color now appearing on Sara’s cheeks, she smiled broadly at Mrs. C., and said, “Oh, I have the perfect collar for her, then.” Turning around, she rummaged through the rack of collars behind her, until she found the one she was looking for. Holding up a collar she asked, “How’s this?”

The collar was black leather, with soft felt lining the inside, and it had silver studs around the outside of it. It also had several silver metal loops spaced around it. It was fastened together by a small silver fastener similar to a belt buckle. Pretending to think about it for a few seconds, Greg said, “I think that might do. Can you put in on her for me to make sure it fits?” he asked innocently.

Coloring a deeper red, Sara quickly replied “sure,” and stepped forward until her body was almost touching Mrs. C’s. She reached up and gently placed the collar around Mrs. C’s neck, fastening it at the back. Her eyes remained fixed on Mrs. C’s face the whole time, and she had a big smile on her lips. Mrs. C. was just as red as Sara was, but kept her eyes downcast the entire time. Greg noticed that Sara’s hands seem to linger at her neck, and it seemed to take longer than it should to put a collar on. A thought began to form at the back of his head as he studied Sara’s interaction with Mrs. C.

Finally Sara stepped back and asked, “Well, what do you think?”

Greg smiled at her and said, “It looks perfect. Do you mind if she keeps it on for a while? I can tell she really likes the feel of it.”

“Sure,” was the quick reply. “Is there anything else you need?” she asked expectantly.

“Well, as a matter of fact, there is,” Greg answered grinning. Leaning forward he pretended to whisper to Sara, “She’s also looking for nipple clamps.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Sara’s grin broadened at hearing that, and she quickly led them to a display case several feet away. “We have several different types of nipple clamps. What type were you looking for?” For the first time since we walked into the store, Sara was finally looking at Greg. She felt a nervous anticipation, as she began to sense what their relationship might be, and it wasn’t repulsing her.

“I’m looking for clamps which won’t fall off easily. I want the kind that can be tightened as much as you want since Mrs. C. here likes having her nipples pinched hard. Also, I want them joined together by a chain, so that I can lead her around by her nipples like a dog. Do you have anything like that?” Greg asked questioningly.

Greg could see Sara was a bit shocked by his frankness, but he also thought she was getting a little excited by it, as well. She rummaged through the display case for several seconds, until she finally produced a small silver pair of clamps, joined together by a medium length chain. Holding them up, she nervously asked, “Will these do?”

“I don’t know,” Greg said shaking his head. “I need to make sure they’ll stay on. I’ve never used nipple clamps before, so I’m not sure how to use them. Would you mind putting them on Mrs. C. here, so I can see how to do it and to make sure that they’ll stay on?” he asked as innocently as possible.

Looking around nervously she stuttered, “Well…. umm…. I don’t know… I don’t want to get in trouble. You sure you want me to?”

“Absolutely” Greg quickly replied. “But perhaps it would be best to lock the door, so we are not interrupted.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea” she replied as she practically ran over to the front door and threw the bolt. As the bolt slid home, with an audible click, Mrs. C. practically jumped off the ground. With that sound, she realized that Greg had something planned for her and that being interrupted before he had a chance to put his plan into action was no longer a possibility.

Sara practically came bouncing back to stand in front of Mrs. C., waiting for their next move. “You know, Mrs. C., it’ll be a lot easier for us if you remove that blouse. That way we can see how they’ll look, once they’re on. Don’t you think?” Greg asked her pointedly.

With a note of terror in her voice, she replied “Yes Sir,” and, with shaking hands, began to undo the buttons on her blouse. When, at last, the final button was undone, she paused, before slowly parting the cloth and shrugging the blouse from her shoulder. Taking the blouse from her and hanging it on a rack beside him, Greg took the opportunity to sneak a glance at Sara. He needn’t have tried to be sneaky, since she had eyes only for Mrs. C’s breasts. Her mouth hung open, as she gaped at the exposed flesh.

When it appeared Sara wasn’t going to move, Greg cleared his throat and said, “Go ahead and put them on for me, please.”

His words seemed to snap her out of her reverie, and, with shaking hands, she reached up for Mrs. C.’s left nipple. Grasping the already hardened nipple with one hand, she pulled out slightly as she applied the clamp with the other hand. Again, Sara’s hands seem to linger on her breasts for several seconds, before relinquishing their hold on the nipple. Reaching up, with her left hand now, she did the same to Mrs. C’s right nipple. Once both clamps were affixed, Sara stepped back to admire her handiwork. Her face was now flushed with excitement, and her breathing had quickened.

“Now, you said these clamps can be tightened. Can you show me how?” It was quite obvious how it was done, but Greg wanted to see how far he could push Sara.

“Sure,” she quickly replied as she stepped forward again.