X-Rated Films #AtoZChallenge

AtoZ2019XDoesn’t this title just make you want to find some good erotica? You’re in luck!

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The couple who came in for games and strap ons came back a few weeks later.

“Welcome back!” I said with an air of familiarity.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Thank you, ma’am,” her submissive said once she had nodded her approval. His demeanor showed how much he had grown into his role.

“How did you like the strap on?” I asked her.

“It is wonderful,” she said with a grin. He looked over at her with an adoring smile. His shoulders hunched even more, and I could tell that he wanted to be beneath her in stature.

“I’m so glad,” I said. “What can I help you with today?” I asked.

“Pet,” she said, and she turned her attention away from me for a moment, “go kneel in the corner.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and he scampered off to the corner.

“He’s come a long way, if you don’t mind my saying,” I said low enough that only she would hear me.

“He has,” she said with a grin. “I am proud of him, but don’t let him hear it!” She almost giggled, and I could see that she had a carefree side. “Anyway, I would like him to branch out a little more, and I thought that it would be fun to watch some porn of things that I would like him to get a feel for.”

“Of course. We have lots of x-rated movies.”

“Wonderful,” she said with a smile.

“Great,” I said, “Right this way and you can see our selection.” We walked over to the area of the store with the videos lined up. They were all shrink wrapped but had descriptions on the back. “Is there anything in particular you’re looking for?” I asked.

“He loves the strap on,” she said, “he loves when I fuck him hard. I was thinking it might be fun to bring an actual guy in.”

“So guys only or threesomes with two guys and a girl?”

“I think threesomes,” she said.

“Those aren’t as plentiful as all guys, but we have a few.” I pulled some out for her and absentmindedly straightened up some of the videos as she read the backs and selected one.

“I think this will be perfect,” she said.

“Great,” I said. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“Well, maybe,” she said.

“I would love to try embarrassing him a little bit in front of someone else. I think he’s really into it, even if he isn’t totally aware of it. I want to do something public, but I don’t want to drag anyone into it without their consent. Do you think you could help me out?”

We were far enough away that I knew he had no chance of hearing us. “Absolutely,” I said. “Something here at the store or elsewhere?”

“You’re willing to go somewhere else to help me?”

“Sure,” I said shrugging. “Submissive guys are just so adorable. Like puppies.” She did giggle then, and so did I. “Let me give you my number and we can work out the details.”

But you, dear reader, are going to have to wait until next time to hear about what we planned out in my next blog post, “Y is for Yes, Ma’am.”

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Weddings #AtoZChallenge

AtoZ2019WWe finally get to see what happens to the woman from Corsets!

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A few months ago, I had sold a corset to a woman whose confidence I had boosted enough that she started dating and eventually married the man she was interested in. I was very happy to have helped her, but I didn’t feel like I knew her well enough to attend her wedding, even though she hand-delivered an invitation.

I was not expecting to ever see her again, so let me tell you how surprised I was when she walked into the store a few months later, with a guy in tow.

“Hello,” she said. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

“You are?” I said, not recognizing her at first.

“Yes! This is my husband, Mario.”

I vaguely remembered that from the wedding invitation. “Hello,” I said, trying to remember her name.

“Hi,” he said, and he stepped up and shook my hand. “Krissy and I just wanted to come tell you how much we appreciated your help that day in the store. Her confidence went through the roof after that. It makes me so happy to know that you played a part in our romance.”

“Oh,” I said, “glad I could help.” I wished that I could have the same effect on my own life.

“And we wanted to give you this,” Krissy said and handed me a small envelope.

I opened it and saw that it was a thank you note. “Oh, this wasn’t necessary, Krissy,” I said, waving my hand as though I could wave away the gesture. I was so glad Mario had used her name, too.

“Of course it was!” Krissy said. “I didn’t have your address, after all.”

I shrugged. “Is that all you came down here for?”

“Well, no, not entirely,” she said with a slight blush. “Mario really liked seeing me in the corset, but we wanted to see if you could help us pick out something a little more intimate.”

“Of course,” I said. “Right this way.”

I led them over to the lingerie area and helped them pick out an outfit. When they were happy with their choice, I thought we were done and were ready to go check out, but then Mario said, “One more thing.”

He had been carrying a small backpack on his back that I hadn’t paid much attention to since we had been together the whole time. He pulled out the corset I had sold to Krissy all those months ago.

“Can you teach me how to put this on her. I’m afraid the laces have stretched out, and I don’t know what I’m doing to lace it up right.”

“Of course!” I said, and I helped them out in the back. When we were done, Krissy hugged me and thanked me again. She promised she would be back in the store for more outfits.

Such a sweet couple. I watched them go with a mixture of pride and remorse for the lack of that in my life. But I knew that love wasn’t for everyone, and it certainly didn’t seem to be for me.

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Vibrators #AtoZChallenge

AtoZ2019VThis has totally happened to me! Imagine that. 😉

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I talked about lube before, and the time that my vibrator melted, literally, all over my collection of vibrators. So as with most things, good news and bad news. The bad news, of course, was that all my vibrators were ruined, including the ones I had had a long time. But at the same time, they were pretty crappy vibrators. There were two good things: 1) my expensive Hitachi magic wand was not in that bag and 2) it was an excuse to buy more vibrators!

These were the days before I worked in the toy store, and before I knew better about these things, so I couldn’t just go to the store and buy a vibrator. I mean, I suppose I could have, but I wasn’t comfortable doing that. I had definitely lost some of the bravado of being young. So instead I went to an online retailer to buy one. I wanted that nondescript box I work so hard against now.

Now I’m not bad at math, honestly, but I do have to say that I wanted a vibrator that was long, at least long enough to fill me up. So I was only looking at vibrators that were 9+ inches long. Even though all of the descriptions gave information about their diameter and such, I didn’t really think about it. I just knew that I needed a long one.

Let me tell you how shocked I was when I opened the package a few days later. It was huge. Way bigger than any cock I had ever seen in person, and maybe bigger than any I had seen in porn. Never a quitter, I had a great determination that I was going to make it fit into my pussy and my ass, even though I knew it would not be easy, especially for the latter.

I cleaned it (because I at least knew that was wise), and then I settled into my bed a few hours before bedtime to try it out. I wasn’t wet enough, and I slid it into my mouth to lube it up. It was huge. I could barely get a few inches into my mouth. I gave up on deep throating it and licked it instead. It didn’t taste great, but that wasn’t unexpected. With the attempt at shoving it down my throat, I was turned on and getting wetter, and I was able to slide the giant thing into my pussy.

Switching on the vibrations, I moaned as it slid inside. It did fill me up with plenty left over. I was able to bend the flexible material up so that the vibrations were on my clit as well as deep inside me. It was intense, and I moaned and screamed as my orgasm overtook me.

I thought really hard about sticking it my ass as I shuddered with my orgasm. But as my body started to relax, I realized just how bad of an idea that was. I would need a lot of preparation to take a vibrator that big. I cleaned it and put it away, pleased with my new toy.

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Unlikely Union #AtoZChallenge

AtoZ2019UCheck out my post on the A to Z Site for today to get the Ultimate Uplifting Thoughts for (yo)U! And now, to Isola:

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I had not expected to meet Sandy, and I had not expected to like her as much as I did. I’m a switch. I like being dominant and submissive, but Sandy was all sub. She wanted me to tell her what to do all the time. I could see her propensity to be a babygirl from the second time I met her, and as we started a relationship, that weighed on me. I wasn’t sure I could be what she needed, but she was so cute, and she wanted me so badly. I just didn’t want her to feel like our encounter at the store with the [nipple clamps] meant that we needed to have a relationship.

I spent a lot of time that first week assuring her that there was no pressure and that I would leave her alone if she wanted me to. But it became apparent pretty quickly that she wanted there to be pressure. She wanted me to be firm with her. She wanted to be directed to do things, and I liked directing her.

Her anal fetish was fun to play with. She liked others’ asses as much as her own, and she loved licking mine. I have to admit that there is a certain amount of intimacy I love about it, and even if I didn’t like giving rim jobs, I would always love receiving them.

The first time was intense. I needed to be fucked more than I had in a long time. I had had boyfriends off and on for years, and I had no shortage of vibrators to help me get off. But since I had started seeing Sandy, I was desperate for more. I wanted to be fucked, pounded. I would have preferred feeling a guy pound into me, his balls bouncing off my ass as he fucked me, but I wasn’t sure how Sandy would react to that, so I didn’t bring it up.

Instead, I got her a strap on. When I got home from work that day, she was waiting for me in the bedroom wearing nothing but the strap on. It was sexy as hell, coming home to find her on the bed, laid out and waiting for me. The cock stood at attention in front of her as she knelt on the floor.

“Stand up,” I said, and she obeyed.

I played with her nipples a bit, watching them get perky as my fingers played. When I slipped a hand down over her rubber hard on and then beneath it to her pussy, I found her wet and ready.

“A bit turned on, babygirl?” I asked. I had tried not calling her that for a while, but I couldn’t help it. It was just who she was.

“Yes, Ma’am,” she replied.

“I can tell.” I stripped off my shirt and undid my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I pressed Sandy’s body against mine, our breasts pressing together, the strap on between us. We kissed for a long time, and then I pulled back. She whimpered when I let her go, but I reassured her, “I just need to get something,” I said.

I stepped away and went into the drawer that held my butt plugs. I picked out the vibrating one and told her to bend over. She was happy to, and I slid it along her slit, picking up her juices as I did. When it was nice and lubricated, I slipped it into her ass. She moaned when I pressed it home, and then moaned louder when I switched it on.

“Are you going to be able to concentrate enough to fuck me, babygirl?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” she said, but her voice was tight with the effort of speaking.

“Good,” I said. I stripped out of the rest of my clothes while she was still bent over, and then I got up on the bed on all fours. “Fuck me, babygirl.”

She climbed up behind me and worked the cock into my dripping pussy. I moaned as she entered me. I could tell that her concentration wasn’t as good as it usually was, but she held it together enough. She pulled most of the way out and thrust into me again. And again. And again. I loved this. I could let her do this as long as I wanted, and never have to worry about her pleasure. She was gaining pleasure from fucking me and from the vibrator in her ass. I could get fucked as long as I wanted.

As unlikely as it was for us to be together, that was decidedly one of the best relationships I ever had. It might be one of those life-defining relationships that I never quite got over.

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Teasing #AtoZChallenge

AtoZ2019TI have waited SO long for the continuation of G is for Games, and then we got two in a row about those two! I don’t know about you, but I’m excited!

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Those two. My goodness. I loved watching the submissive come into his own. It was great to see what an awesome relationship they had and how he grew in confidence, but also that he was so dedicated to his Domme. It was endearing, for sure.

She started bringing him into the shop regularly, and she would often tease him while they were in there. It started with things like the strap on, where he had to directly ask me for help with things. Sometimes he would have to ask me for my advice on which plug or set of clamps to buy. But although we had interacted a bit, I still didn’t know his name or hers for that matter. And I could tell that he still had some growing to do.

They came in one day near the end of my shift, and he immediately came up to me, smiling. “Hello, ma’am,” he said.

“Hello,” I said. “What can I help you with today?”

“Nothing right now, ma’am. We’re just here looking around today.”

“Oh?” I said. This was unusual. I was surprised that they weren’t looking for something specific.

“Nope, thank you though, ma’am.”

As they walked away from me, he wiggled his ass a bit, and I raised one eyebrow to their backs, but I didn’t comment.

After about five minutes, they hadn’t come back to the front of the store, so I wandered around to the back to see what they were up to. I idly straightened items on shelves and brushed the dust off of things that hadn’t been touched in a while. And then I found them in the back corner of the store. He was kneeling in the corner, and she was whispering in his ear.

I wasn’t even close to being able to hear what she was saying, but the look on his face said it all. He was wiggling from his kneeling position, and I could tell that he was hard beneath his pants. I didn’t know what she was saying, but I could just imagine what I would say if I had a sub in that position.

I know you want to touch yourself, but you can’t.

I know you’re hard for me, but you can’t adjust your cock. I hope you’re uncomfortable.

Or maybe he would be in a cage, and that would explain the bulge. I hope you’re pressing against your cage. I hope it’s uncomfortable.

But he wasn’t mine, so I could only imagine the teasing things she was doing. I walked back to the front of the store and left them to their games. They weren’t doing anything inappropriate, and truth be told, I was a bit jealous of their relationship. I would love to be a part of something like that, but… I had myself to deal with.

It wasn’t the last I saw of them though. I’ll come back to them a bit later…

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Strap Ons #AtoZChallenge

AtoZ2019SWeek 4! Week 4! Week 4! Here we go…

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Remember the woman I wrote about in G is for Games who came in with her new submissive? A few weeks later, she came back. This time, her sub seemed a little more confident in his role. He followed her around the store as she perused the items, and while he still didn’t make eye contact with me, it seemed more like it was out of respect rather than fear. He was still hunching his shoulders, and his brown hair spilled over onto his forehead almost enough for me to want to brush it back.

After a while, I noticed that the woman was hovering around the strap on dildos so I thought I would go over and offer my assistance.

“Hello, welcome back.”

She smiled at me and said, “Thank you.”

“Is there something I can help you with today?”

“Well,” she said, “that’s quite possible.” She turned to her submissive. “Pet, why don’t you ask the nice lady about the strap ons. I’ll let you pick one out for me to use on you.”

I couldn’t suppress my grin as his brown eyes met mine. “Hello, ma’am,” he said, “would you mind telling me about the strap ons you have available?”

“Of course,” I said. I went through each one, pointing out some that vibrated to offer pleasure to both partners, some that didn’t vibrate at all and were hard, some that were softer, larger and smaller, smooth and realistic. When I was done, he smiled up at me.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he said. “I’ll take this one for my Mistress,” he said, and he indicated one that would offer her pleasure as well.

I could see that the woman was smiling, though he couldn’t see her. “That’s a good choice, pet,” she said.

I helped check them out, and then I said to her, “I’m glad I could help you out today. Hope you come again soon!”

“Oh we will,” she said with a grin. “We most certainly will.” When they left, I reminisced about the strap on adventures I had had with my girlfriend Sandy. I’ll have to write about that a bit later, and my unlikely relationship with Sandy.

But first, I have more stories to tell about these two coming up in my next post!

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Rope #AtoZChallenge

AtoZ2019RI can’t wait to hear the conclusion of Seth’s story. I feel so bad for Isola though!

But real quick, before you read Isola’s story, open up my blog over at A to Z… Ready, Set, Go… into the home stretch of A to Z!

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Kathy looked around the room and settled her gaze on me. “Isola! Would you do me the honor of being my rope model?”

My eyes went wide.

“You don’t have to be naked,” she said. “You can be as clothed as you feel comfortable.”

As much as I wanted to say no because I was so queasy with my coworker Seth sitting next to me, I wanted to try rope play so badly, and I had never had the opportunity before. Seth had seen me in my underwear before, and I wasn’t that self-conscious. It was just different being next to him at a play party instead of passing at shift change at work.

But I nodded to Kathy.

“Wonderful!” she clapped her hands and pulled me up from the couch.

She and I spoke for a few moments, and then I slipped my skirt and shirt off so that I was standing in the middle of the room in just my lingerie. I felt my pussy contracting with excitement. I wanted someone to touch me so badly, but I knew that it was going to get worse before it got better.

I was glad that Kathy was the one doing the rope demonstration. I had known her in passing for a long time. It was definitely better than it being a total stranger. She had me stand in the middle of the room while she demonstrated a pattern that went around my breasts. With the lingerie on, it didn’t lay quite right between my breasts, but I think everyone got the idea. It was so limiting to have my hands unable to move, but my breasts thrust out to the room. I could feel my pussy getting wetter.

When she untied me, I whimpered at the loss of the restriction.

“You like this, don’t you?” Kathy teased me lightly.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said automatically. She smiled at me.

She started another one, using a hook on the ceiling this time. She did predicament bondage with me. It wasn’t particularly painful, but I vaguely remember her explaining how the use of clamps in particular places would make it excruciating, and so much fun.

“But I don’t know if our wonderful model would like that level of pain.” I could hear the joking nature of her voice, but I saw her look to me, asking for permission. My mind was at war. Seth was there, and I wasn’t sure if he was uncomfortable about me being the model, but I wished it had been all strangers besides Kathy.

My brain was running so fast, trying to decide what to do. I liked pain, quite a bit actually, and I loved predicament bondage and hadn’t had an opportunity for it before. But being nude in front of all these people… That was not happening.

I shook my head.

She untied me without another word. “Thank you so much for modeling for us, Isola. Everyone, enjoy the party!” She took me by the arm into another room and thanked me again for modeling. “I can tell this isn’t your cup of tea,” she said kindly, “but you did great.” I smiled. “But remember, you can leave anytime.”

I nodded, “Thank you.”

She patted my cheek gently as a mother would, and then we rejoined the party.

I didn’t stay long. It was uncomfortable for me. With Seth there and my intense fear of being nude in front of strangers, I found myself leaving shortly after the rope demonstration ended. It wasn’t my last play party, but I was definitely a lot more selective about which ones I would attend after that.

As I waited for my car to be brought around, Seth came out of the party and stood next to me.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” I replied, not making eye contact.

“I’m sorry if this is awkward,” he said, and I was surprised he wasn’t teasing.

“It’s not your fault,” I assured him.

“I know, I just,” he faltered. This was so unlike him. “I wouldn’t have come if I had known you would be here.”

“Me neither,” I said, and I wasn’t sure how to take his statement.

“I don’t want things to change between us.”

“Me neither,” I replied again. At the time, I was so confused about what Seth meant. Later, I over-analyzed but came to the conclusion that he wasn’t interested in me and didn’t want to see me at parties.

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