Sensual Submission: Driven

"What kind of cuffs do you like, Cerena?" 

"Well,  they all have their uses.  Except the fuzzy stuff of course.  Velcro isn't strong enough.  Plus all that fur gets caught in it and then it won't hold at all.  That's just for vanilla couples that want to pretend.  But, I think for you...  these."  She pulled some black leather cuffs from the peg wall.  "They have suede on the inside.  Your choice of colors.  Purple, blue, white, red, black.  Or they have tan leather with black suede."

She stepped forward and blatantly rubbed herself against him, pressing her breasts and her hips into him and sliding her hands along his chest.  He tipped his head down and kissed her, nibbling at her lower lip and sucking her tongue into his mouth.  God, she was incredible.  Anymore of this and he'd be tempted to fuck her right here in the shop.  Of course if he did that, he could probably get a cut of the tickets the owner would sell to watch.  And the DVD rights.

He patted her ass and ended the kiss.  "We're going to attract a crowd."  She smirked like maybe that wasn't such a big deal.  He wiggled the pink cuffs at her again and she laughed and backed up.
 

"Ok, ok.  What color do you want?"

"I think the blue then." 

"Excellent choice."  She took some from the wall and then added a larger matching pair.  "These go on the ankles.  You want some for the thighs?"  Thighs.  Yes, so many ways he could configure her.  He nodded and she added them to the basket. 

"Ok, once you've got me properly secured to something, you're going to want to do naughty, naughty things to me, aren't you?"  Yes, very naughty things.  Like fuck her up the ass, pinch her boobs, make her suck him off.  Yes, naughty, naughty things.  She was leading him to the next section, babbling about something but he couldn't focus on what she was talking about.  He was picturing her wearing the new cuffs and secured to his bed in a hundred different ways.

She tossed a bag of chain and another of eye bolts and dog snaps into the basket then stopped in front of a wall of torture items.  At least that's what they looked like to him.  

"Whips and canes.  Mmmm..."  She pulled one down.  "A deer skin flogger.  A nice medium weight.  Good for you to start with.  Picture the marks this will leave on my ass and my thighs and my tits and my cunt." 


She ran her fingers through the tails and rubbed them against her cheek.  Jesus.  Could he really use that on her?  She wanted him to, that much was clear.  His cock sure wanted him to.  He nodded and she added it to the purchases.

"My tits need attention."

"Do they now?  Come here then."  She grinned at him and moved in front of him.  He took her at her word and slipped his hands up under her shirt to cup her breasts.  She closed her eyes and breathed deeply while he stroked his thumbs over the tips.  They perked immediately, hard and ready for his attention.  Reluctantly, he took his hands away and smoothed her tank back down.  There was no missing them under that top.  Anyone would see how aroused she was.  "Better?"

"Well, actually, I was referring to the nipple clamp display, but yes, much better.  My cunt is juicing too.  Do you want to check it out?"  He laughed and slapped her bottom. 

"I think that will wait until we get home."

"Suit yourself!"  She looked over the selection and put a few different items into the basket. 

"Anything special you want?  Dildo, vibrator, butt plug?  Needle bra?"

"Needle b-"  He was sputtering.  Good god.  "Tell you what.  Here's my card.  Surprise me.  You've got ten minutes.  I'll be out front.  Don't be late.  I can always pick up those pink cuffs if I need them." 


She leaned up and kissed him, those perky nipples rubbing on his chest.  A hand reached down and accidentally on purpose brushed over his cock.  He sucked in air and pulled away. 


"Make it five minutes." 

Sensual Submission: Driven

He had to admit it was startling.  Arousing, absolutely.  Probably the most erotic thing he'd ever seen.  So much more vibrant than magazines and DVDs.  But startling none the less.  The girl was displayed.  Full frontal nudity for sure.  Except for the ropes, but then, those weren't exactly clothing or anything.  They wove across her skin and held her fast, enhancing her breasts, her pussy, her nakedness.  They didn't cover, not at all.

He tried not to stare like some teen checking out a Playboy magazine at the newsstand, but he wasn't sure he was pulling that off.  He wanted to appear just a little cool.  After all, he didn't want Greg to think he wasn't mature enough to handle all this.  He was twenty-eight years old after all, not a kid anymore.  Not that Greg was a lot older, only three years, even though technically he was Alec's uncle.  They grew up more like brothers or cousins being so close in age.  Certainly after he became adult they were really peers, but still Alec looked up to him a little. 

Greg was right about this appealing to him.  Big time.  Honestly, he didn't think such things were real.  Greg assured him they were though and now here was the proof.  The house was a mansion, secluded with security gates and gorgeous landscaping, trickled over the hillside with spectacular views.  It rose two stories in the front with a huge picture window, perfectly situated to take advantage of beauty of nature.  Instead, tonight at least, the naked beauty of nature was on the other side, held in a web of hemp and illuminated by the spot lights hidden in the foliage.

The design was intricate, weaving above and below her breasts, across her torso, between her legs and down them to some sexy high heels that looked like they were specially designed for the girl who would be wearing nothing but rope.  Her auburn hair brushed her shoulders.   She was watching them all drive up and pass their cars to the valets. 

The valets were interesting too.  Two topless women wearing mini skirts moved the vehicles to the big parking area.  He blinked when he realized that the breasts of one them seemed to be covered with a tattoo.  He couldn't imagine getting such a thing in such a place, but he had to admit it was pretty erotic.

The valets had nothing on the girl in the window though.  Her captivity worked in reverse to captivate him.  He was hard just looking at her.  A man stood behind her, whispering in her ear, running his hands over her while she watched them arrive.  Obviously she was spoken for, but he found her stunning. 

The room was a circus.  Everywhere he looked was one freakish something after another.  Some men dressed as he and Greg did, in formal attire.  Just as many were in dark skin tight leather or outfits that looked like something to be worn at a Halloween kink fest.  It was the women that held him mesmerized though. 

They crawled along the floor, knelt at the feet of the men, carried trays and wore leashes.  None of them was dressed really, although some wore more than others.  Everyone had at least nipples or pussy or ass showing to all and sundry.  It was almost overwhelming.  He didn't know where to look next, except that he always came back to his view of the woman in the window.

Her arms were crossed behind her back, wrists lashed to the opposite elbows.  He wondered how comfortable that was.  She didn't seem to be straining, at least not from that.  His touches on her were making her twitch though. 

Alec could see that his fingers were digging into that ass that so intrigued him.  He watched the man poke a finger her pucker and play with the ropes, causing them to tighten and dig into her.  She squirmed provocatively, but she didn't protest.  At least not in any way that was obvious to Alec.

Another girl joined them and helped the man to turn her to face the crowd.  She was looking at the crowd, but she only had eyes for the man that tended to her.  The devotion was astounding.