Shop Girl

[Banquo]

Here is my first story, if you like it, there may be more parts to follow



The following events are not based on a true story, which would be fine if it wasn’t autobiographical. Names, places and even train routes have been altered to protect the identity of those who were not involved.
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The aching in my arms and shoulders was really beginning to set in. I moaned into my gag, unable to do anything else. I was bound strappado style my feet locked into cruel ballet boots, my legs encapsulated by latex stockings that reached as high as my upper thighs. I was bent forward at the waist, which itself was forced into a tight leather corset. My arms were secured behind me in a tight leather arm binder which went from my wrists all the way up to the tops of my arms. An O-ring at my wrist was tied to a rope which pulled them up forcing me to bend down.
My neck was secured in a large thick posture collar. My mouth forced wide open by an oversized bright red ball gag, my jaw was aching and drool dripped from the gag.

Now all this was bad enough, but my torture was not limited to physical strain. A sophisticated array of sex toys were keeping both my ass and cock completely stimulated. In my ass was a 10-inch dildo; this in turn was attached to a motor which thrust it in and out slowly. Around my cock was some kind of sleeve which simulated intercourse, like a fleshlight but way more complex. It felt very very real.
I don’t know how long I had been left like this. But I know I had experienced at least 30 orgasms, I had lost count after that.
My cock was rock solid and the most sensitive it had ever been, a dose of an experimental drug with similar affects to viagra had seen to it that my cock remained hard throughout. The stimulation of my poor cock was torture after so many orgasms

You may wonder how I ended up like this, bound fucked and drained. Well allow me to tell you…..



It was raining hard outside, really hard, the kind of rain that hurts the top of your head if your unlucky enough to get caught outside in it. I looked out of the window amazed at the size and deepness of the puddles gathering in the street. Lucky for me, I was inside; my little house was empty except for me, browsing the sort of sites a guy browses when he’s alone and horny. I decided to log on to fetlife and browse through the groups. Several things took my interest. I checked out the info on the local munch, trying to gather up the courage to go along one time. There was a thread that intrigued me, it was titled: Tease & Denial.
Now living alone I could jerk off as often as I liked, but really I wanted someone to control how where and when I did this, and tease and denial was something I found very sexy.
In the thread a sexy looking local domme was talking about a t&d site she used. She and other posters spoke very highly of the pre written teases that were published on the site. My interest had been peaked, so (and this was where my journey really began) I clicked the link, which took me to a list of online teases. I was amazed, I never thought that such a place could exist.
Over the next few days I tried out several teases, soon realising I would need some more toys to fully enjoy the experience. I decided to go shopping for some filthy additions to my array of gadgets. I knew of a discreet sex shop in a nearby city. I decided to venture out there on the train, so that I could have a couple of drinks in order to muster up the courage to go into the shop.
I sat in a bar around the corner from the shop, slowly sipping a large cool pint of strongbow. I had decided to buy a butt plug, and a prostate massager, and maybe a chastity belt if they had one.
Finishing my drink I stood up and walked around the corner to the shop, it was in a back street, but I still felt exposed and dirty as I entered the shop. Inside was an array of toys. I had expected there to be a guy behind the counter, instead there was a hot young Goth chick whose eyes I could feel on my back as I browsed the array of plugs and anal toys. I blushed slightly and felt very embarrassed. I found a nice looking plug and a small prostate toy. I then ventured to a little section at the back, which contained bondage gear, there was so much there that I wanted to get, collars, gags, cuffs. But I could not see a chastity belt. I spent what seemed like an age searching the racks of items, but to no avail.
“are you looking for anything specific?”
My god! My heart nearly leapt out of my mouth, the hot Goth girl was right next to me asking me what I was looking for. I turned to meet her gaze, her wide dark eyes fixed on me, she had purple hair in a bob, and piercings dotted around her face, on her lip, several in her ears and nose and one in her eyebrow.
I stuttered out a reply: “uuuuh, I’m, I was looking for, I mean I was thinking of getting a uhhhm”
“Spit it out” she demanded. “I haven’t got all day”
What kind of shop assistant was she; she’s supposed to be helping me not demanding responses. I blushed intensely and finally gave up what I was looking for to her.
“A chastity belt, I was just wondering what they cost or if you even had any”
She stared at me, looking me up and down disapprovingly. There was silence for what seemed like forever before she finally spoke again.
“Having trouble controlling yourself are you?”
I felt so small at this point. I started shuffling and looking at my shoes. Suddenly her hand was tight around my wrist, jolting me.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you!”
I looked bolt up at her. What was happening here?
“Sorry, I um, I just wanted to try it out.”
She looked me right in the eye and asked again, all the time holding onto my wrist:
“Are you having trouble controlling yourself? Answer me.”
She sounded urgent and deadly serious.
My head bowed as I whispered out… “yes”
“Look me in the eye and tell me you are struggling to control your wanking”
I couldn’t believe what was happening, I only came in to buy a few toys, and now I was being interrogated by some girl I had never met. I looked her in the eyes again, she was smiling now, her eyes all joyful and wicked.
“I am having trouble controlling my wanking” I said it I couldn’t believe I said it.
Suddenly her hand was free of my wrist, and she was walking back to the counter. Stood there dumfounded, stunned and blushing.
“To answer your query, we don’t stock any chastity devices.” She called out from behind the counter. I could tell that she was laughing at me on the inside. I took my purchases over to the counter and set them down. She looked at them and then up at me again and smiled at me.
“So you are having trouble controlling your wanking, yet you want to get these toys that are going to make you want it even more. You really are a little stroker slut aren’t you…”?
I coughed in shock at the way this shop girl was treating me.
“That’ll be thirty eight pounds”
I handed over the cash and turned to leave the shop before looking back to her.
“Who are you?!?”
She stared at me, once again looking me up and down, almost as if she were sizing me up, and contemplating what to do with me.
“Who me?” She paused “I’m your worst nightmare and wildest dreams all wrapped into one.” She winked at me and then pointed to the door.
“Oh and close the door on your way out.”
I left the shop clutching the plain black carrier bag full of toys, making my way back to the train station. I sat on the platform waiting for my train. I was dazed from my experience in the shop. Still not entirely sure what had happened. The platform was empty apart from me. I decided to look in my bag, just looking mind. I opened the top and gazed down at my purchases. I was looking forward to trying them out. I suddenly noticed a piece of paper at the bottom of the bag. I pulled it out and discovered it was a note:


Boy
I like the look of your ass, so I’m about to come talk to you in my shop.
If I like what you say I am going to put this note in with your shopping.
So as you are reading this, lucky you.
You are clearly submissive, I can tell from the way you hold yourself.
If you want to explore this more be online on AIM at 7.30pm tonight.
My ID is medusa-cascade
Make sure you have a web cam, you will be naked and kneeling when you
Message me.
Do not underestimate my power over you.
Lady Medusa.


My god, I was stunned. Was I going to do this? Of course I was.


The train ride home seemed to take an age, each stop was a stop closer to my scheduled web chat. I watched as we sped through empty stations, over viaducts and through tunnels. All the time fantasising about what was going to happen at 7.30.
I stepped off the train in Llanbobl, excited and nervous, it was 7.00pm by the time I got back to my little terraced house. I quickly showered and went upstairs to set up the web cam and download AIM.
Everything was ready; I peeled my clothes off and logged on to aim, searching for medusa-cascade. Finding her, I send a message---- “hi”



There was no reply for what must have been five minutes. I was kneeling in front of my web cam completely naked.
When BING a message, I looked up at the screen:
---“Turn your web cam on idiot”
Oh feck, I had forgotten the web cam. I quickly turned it on and knelt back down. The light on top of the cam now shone on me, the cam exposing my nudity to whoever this girl was.
BING-----“stand up and do a twirl for me”
I stood up and spun slowly round exposing my whole body to her.
BING-----“good boy, now kneel again for me and start playing with that pathetic little cock of yours. Do you have speakers on your computer?”
I quickly typed yes and replied.
BING----“good then accept my audio feed”
I quickly accepted her audio feed.
“Good boy” her voice now came out loud and clear from my speakers.
“You will answer my questions with a nod from now on, unless I specifically ask for a typed response”
I nodded.
“You have chosen to submit to me, you are my little slave now. And slaves have rules”
I nodded again.
“Rule 1, you will not stroke without my permission”
I nod in acknowledgment of each rule.
“Rule 2 you will not edge or cum without my permission”
“Rule 3, you will no longer wear any underwear, unless I desire it to be so”
“Rule 4, I want your body free of all hair below your neck at all times. How you achieve this is down to you.
“Now then I want you to type down your mobile number so that I can text you instructions where ever you are.”
I type in my mobile and send it to her.
“Now I want you to go and shower, and make sure you meet all my rules, understood?”
I nod.
“You have 10 minutes, leave the cam on, when you come back I want you to show me your nice smooth body”
I nod, get up and scamper into the bathroom.
Turning the shower back on I step into it. I then realise that this is going to take more than a razor. I dash down stairs looking for a pair of scissors. Then carefully I trim my pubic hair as closely as I can, I also trim under my arms. I dash back upstairs and into the shower, spreading foam liberally over my remaining pubes I begin to shave, slowly leaving soft smooth skin where once was rough shaggy hair. My legs are next, shaven, then my armpits. Then finally my chest. I am lucky I don’t have a hairy back.
I towel off and scurry back into the computer exposing my now smooth body back to the web cam. I wait…..
“Good boy just in time”
“Now, I have a little task for you. Take the laces out of your shoes”

I grab my dark red converse trainers and hurriedly tug the long laces out of them. I hold them up to the cam.

“Eager little slut aren’t you”
I nod smiling into the cam

“Well we will see how eager you are now bitch. Tie your laces around your balls, nice and tight now; I want you to use one lace on your balls, save the other one. I wrap it around and around, tightly, tying a not on each wrap around my poor exposed little balls.
“Now loop that lace so it separates them boy”
I carefully loop the lace around each ball; this has the affect of pulling them away from each other and my body, the skin on them is now taught and sensitive.
“gooood boy” she says in a patronising voice. “Now tie them off”
“Next I want you to start looping that second lace around your balls, there’s a good boy” I begin, looping the lace around and around, further separating my balls from my body.
“Now leave some lace loose. And get yourself hard”
I start to play with my semi hard cock, trying to tease a more solid erection out of it.
“Good boy, now use what lace is left to tie around the base of that throbbing little prick, nice and tight now.”
I obey her, tying the lace around the very bottom of my cock. The tightness now making it throb even more, the veins on my cock begin to swell and show on the surface, throbbing.
“Now my little slave you are going to start stroking to a beat, don’t you dare cum, and don’t you dare edge.”
I nod, and hear a ticking sound come from my speakers, sounds like a metronome. The beat is slow and labouring. Tick…….tick……..tick. I begin to stroke to it.
“Now you will listen to me slave and you will continue to stroke, and don’t forget. I Can See YOU.”
I nod, as I stroke to the beat.
“You are now mine, I have been videoing this little web chat, so I now have tape of you to do with as I please. I have used your phone number to find your facebook profile, David.”
The stroking is heaven, but her words scare me. How does she know all this, and is she going to blackmail me….?
“So I know all about you thanks to the wonders of social networking. I know what town you are from, I know your name, I even know where you went on holiday last year. And most importantly of all, I know who your friends are. Now if you want me to keep my little tape of you stroking locked up in my own personal collection then I suggest you do as I say.”

I nod, terrified of the consequences.

“Good boy, you know it makes sense, now turn your microphone on”

I get up and use my left hand to activate my mic.

“Now speak to me slut, how does the stroking feel”
I blush before replying:
“It feels good, my cock is very sensitive”


She left me there stroking slowly to the beat for 20 minutes, I was dying to edge, let alone come. The whole time there was silence. I didn’t even know if she was there or not. When suddenly
“Stop slut”
I stopped abruptly my tingling cock missing the sensations of my stroking.
“Now slave I want you to untie your little cock and those aching little balls.”
I slowly untied my balls the shoelace leaving a sore stinging feeling.
“Good boy, you will rest now. You are now mine and I want you in tip top condition. So get that plug in and go to sleep”
“Plug??” I blurted out
“Oh yes slut, did I forget to mention that from now on your ass is to be plugged when you sleep”
I opened my mouth to protest…
“DO IT slave, or there will be consequences. You will come back to the shop tomorrow. I will choose some more toys for you to buy.”


I didn’t sleep that night, the plug invading me kept me awake, it wasn’t the first sleepless night, many more were to follow. So had begun my spiralling descent into the world of being a bitch boy.

And so this brings us back to the dungeon where I am bound up in strappado. Waiting for my Mistress.

Suddenly she enters, the same Goth I met in the sex shop, but wearing a black latex cat suit, and sporting a huge strap on.

“Here’s my little bitch boy. time for your medicine”

[Gothambodhi]

Great story. I think you are not the only one who harbors these kinds of thoughts. Hopefully, you'll continue to fill in the gap between this tale and the end results!

[SissyTashi]

Good girl :3

[Banquo]

thank you miss

[shell]

Another great one by you!! *big smile*

[elvisomar]

I'll voice support for a second installment. Very entertaining to say the least.

[Elaine]

wow, almost did that same thing in a sex shop, wonder what would have happened to me?