Author's Disclaimer: Please enjoy the following story in the spirit it was written...Fantasy. This author always recommends safe and sane decisions with piercings done by a trained profession.
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"Thanks, Bro. That cunt you set me up with? What a fucking nasty mouth!"
David was in the middle of a set, but the gym weights slammed down with a sudden rattling clank. "She was rude to you?"
"Au contraire. Awesome night." Tony seemed more interested in his workout than recounting his previous night's conquest. David, on the other hand, was now distracted.
"Nasty mouth, eh?" He waited on Tony to finish his first set.
"Shocked the hell outta me. I guess she really believed I couldn't understand what she was saying. I had to think of Aunt Vera's hairy upper lip to keep from blowing my load before I could enjoy it."
Hopefully the laughter at the thought of their mutual Aunt Vera covered David's shock. What would Sarah say during sex? He'd never given a thought to how she would act during a normal sex thing. He didn't allow her speech when he tied her over a bench in the basement. Her whines and whimpers more than sufficed for his pleasure on most occasions. She talked? Did she tell stories? Was she seductive? The revelation spiked a curiosity he tried in vane to suppress.
The consuming train of thought threw him so violently off his workout that he quit. He was drinking a beer in the sauna, attempting to quell the racing questions, when his cousin caught up with him.
"I want to fuck her again."
"No."
"What's your claim on her anyway, David?"
Ignoring the direct question, He deflected with logic, "She thinks you're my Italian cousin that doesn't speak English. Your Italian sucks."
Tony had let it drop, but the conversation still ate at David as he stopped by the store later in the week. He seldom surprised her there. Several customers milled around, obviously waiting their moment of attention from the disarmingly seductive shopkeeper. Seeing Sarah occupied, he distracted himself with the lone woman shopper. She was standing in front of the gags, as if her mind could not quite convince herself to believe what her eyes saw.
"Are any of these comfortable? They are all so big and the straps so stiff."
"I don't think they were meant to be comfortable. They are designed for efficiency. Browsing or buying?"
Normally, she would have refused to answer. This man was disarming, and her anxiousness about having to shop for her own restraint was unnerving. Words rambled out, "I scream when he fucks my ass, and he's afraid the neighbors will start to question our late night behavior."
"Excuse me for being so inquisitive. Do you enjoy him fucking your rather sweet ass?"
"Yes, Sir, I do. I can't stop the screaming, is all. He has resorted to using duck tape until I provide a more suitable alternative. Master said Miss Sarah would know what I needed."
"Indeed she will. Do you talk during sex otherwise? Do you whisper delicious stories in that hushed innocent voice of yours?"
The "ahem" was more a discreet cough as Sarah rushed to intercede for her customer.
"Sydney! It is always a pleasure when your Master Rayford sends you shopping. I trust conversation with this gentleman has been chivalrous?"
"Hello, Miss Sarah. Yes, he seemed ready to be very helpful."
Syndey was flustered, and dropped a gag she had been examining as she moved to accept Sarah's embrace. When she bent discretely at the knees to pick it up, her purse slid off her shoulder and spilled on the floor. Sarah immediately knelt to help her, throwing an inquisitive smile at David standing behind with a rather amused smirk.
"Miss" Sarah made quick work to gather the scattered belongings while soothing the fear with gentle eye contact. "Shhh, Syndey. It's ok. Master Rayford will understand that to avoid conversation would have been impolite." As the two women rose to their feet, Sarah's voice returned to a normal volume. "Master Rayford called ahead. He has in mind a selection from which he's hoping you choose."
David wandered to a nearby display of antique implements, remaining in proximity to eavesdrop. Sydney, like most customers, was putty in Sarah's hands. Within minutes, she was educated on virtues of two formidable gags, and convinced of one to choose. Her master would be pleasantly surprised by the more austere selection. It was Sarah’s subtle influences that gave the shop its signature difference in the marketplace.
Finally the last customer had been escorted to the door. David followed Sarah into the back office. She wasn't anxious, that he could tell. She was curious though. He didn't often visit the store unannounced. She would have turned to face him except for the click of the door being locked.
"Kneel for me, slut."
She took to the position gratefully. The pressures of the day drained from her shoulders as she assumed the comforting posture of a submissive slave. He could see the facial lines ease, watched her breasts rise and fall with a deep cleansing breath. The definitive physical transformation always amazed him. She should never be allowed to know the effect she had on him.
He casually picked up a cane lying nearby. With the end of it, he brushed back her hair, letting the cane tip tuck it behind her ear. A breathy moan escaped the open lips. He traced the line of her jaw, drew down her neck and stopped when the cane reached her cleavage where it bounced playfully between her heavy tits.
"I came here to reward you for a job well done, slut. My cousin enjoyed himself. Am I to assume the assignment did not prove too difficult?"
She blushed. The deep rosy color started at the base of her neck and spread both up and down, overtaking her china complexion. She stammered, hesitating to provide a direct answer.
He grabbed her hair and swiftly pushed her to the floor. The movement exposed her fleshy thighs and he struck several times with the cane. When he pulled her back up, the calmness had been replaced with tears and dismay.
"Master, please! No, the assignment was not difficult. The evening was fun, if a bit quiet."
He pondered the use of 'quiet' in the description. He knew his cousin had taken her to the symphony, and then dinner. Tony knew enough Italian to fake it, at least through a meal. Tony's sauna room details of their date's conclusion created a stunning image. Why, though, would she be so definitive of it being a quiet evening?
David brushed through her hair again with the cane. Tender before, the movement wasn't as comforting to her now and she twitched at the uncertainty of his next move. In all honesty, so did he. His complicated dance of thought was evident only by his gentle tapping under her chin.
"I need you in the basement. Not tonight. Tomorrow night." His departure left her still kneeling in faint amusement on the floor. She didn't know why, but somehow, he'd been rattled. An unaccustomed calmness told her that tomorrow night would be soon enough to find out what had happened.
He heard the piano playing as he entered her apartment that next night. She remained lost in the music as he retrieved the blindfold from its customary place in her bedroom. He took a moment to appraise her bed with a new perspective. A vision of her naked and on her back with stocking clad legs spread wide settled firmly in the foremost of his mind. Only with the strongest of determinations did he put it aside and return to the reality of the present.
He was cognizant of her dismay at walking blindfolded. The awkward steps served to transform her more deeply into the slut headed downstairs for his pleasure. Her heels clicked on the steps as they descended. He enjoyed the contrast she created in these particular shoes. They were delicate, and extreme in height. Her muscled calves and heavy thighs seem to teeter precariously, balanced only by the rich form of her voluptuous breasts. The dark green corset would have reflected the unusual green of her eyes. Another reason to keep her blindfolded.
He put her across the large heavy wooden conference style table in the center of the basement floor. It was cold and he knew the position made her uncomfortable. She squirmed at the unsettling notion of being so exposed.
"Who are you?"
"I am a slut, Sir."
"Yes, you are. Very good, slut. What else are you?"
