Alice Shops At Charitys Toy Box

Authors notes: This is a stand-alone story, following Alice, who was given some questionable advice to go shopping at an adult store in a bad neighborhood.

*I've decided to have fun and use some characters from my 'Mercy Makes Three of a Kind' series, placing them in an alternate universe. The events here have no bearing or relevance to the main story.

*Beware, This story is a lesbian D/s story with major themes of BDSM and nonconsenting/reluctance.

*A very big thank you to Jordan Church for taking the time to edit and help me out.

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You'd normally think me better than to be in such a place as this. I've never been to the northeast of the city. It has a... reputation for being somewhat dilapidated and seedy.

Yet here I am, standing outside of this otherwise unassuming store. The building is a part of a strip of stores. There's a ho-hum-looking Chinese food place next door and a run-down tattoo place shouldering this building that I'm working up the nerve to enter.

The building is painted a faded purple, with the windows mirrored to hide the contents inside. The sign above reads Charity's Toy Box, and a coworker and friend told me that it's an incredible store with a massive selection.

"It's life-changing." Those were the words my friend and supervisor, Marcy told me. From her mouth to my ears.

It takes me a few moments to collect myself. I take a deep breath and then I open the door. It's slightly more difficult than I'd expected to open, and it takes me two tries. I feel like I'm off to a bad start.

A bell chimed my arrival inside and it was almost blinding how bright it was. The lights are bright, and the room is nearly sparkling clean. It feels like I've just stepped into another world given the poor state of the outside neighbourhood.

Looking around, the adult store is far larger than I'd assumed. The walls to my right are aligned with pornographic films, but given the state of things, there aren't as many as there probably once were on display.

The furthest wall from me is a large array of sex toys. I can see them from the entrance lining the walls. Even from here, I can see the selection is vast. There are aisles and aisles of miscellaneous items, ranging from simple cock rings and light bondage items to nipple clips and clamps.

There is also a small, delightful display of bachelorette gifts. The usual things you expect are penis everything. Penis straws, penis-shaped backing sheets, and noise makers with boobs and of course penises on them. The sight puts a smile on my face.

To my left, I see the things I've arrived for, the erotic clothing. I can see racks upon racks of selections. The sexy Halloween costumes range from sexy cheerleaders to sexy police officers and even sexy construction workers.

I even see the one that would most likely suit me best; sexy nurse.

I laugh at the idea of showing up to work my shift wearing that little number instead of my scrubs. The doctors and patients would probably love seeing me wearing the almost cartoonish outfit.

Making my way towards the clothing, I stop to feel the material of the nurse costume. The biggest drawback that I see, is that the chest area of the costume looks like it would be uncomfortably tight. However, in this circumstance, would that be a bad thing? I'd certainly leave a lasting impression.

"I don't think that would fit you. Not properly, at least."

I let out a slight scream in surprise. I'd not even noticed anyone in the store with me. My embarrassment feels tenfold as I look over to the young girl standing beside me. Maybe young isn't the word, she looks to be close to the same age as me.

"I was... just admiring the material," I say, placing the costume back onto the rack. "I thought it would be funny if I wore it to work. I'm a nurse you see..."

She doesn't look impressed. She's got one of those everlasting bitch faces people used to joke about. I watch as this girl chews on her bubble gum, looking me over. She's got bright purple hair that seems to compliment her tanned skin.

The thought comes to my mind that maybe she is wearing all this just to fit in with this neighborhood, but her demeanor tells me that this all comes off naturally to her. She's dressed in a tight black tank top that makes her breasts stand out. I can see her nipple studs through the material. It matches with all the other piercings that adorn her face, ears, and nose. Lastly, she's wearing torn-up jeans. She's got a real punk rocker look that seems par for this neighborhood.

My words seem to hang in the air as she looks me over. Then, with a radiant smile, she lifts a hand out to me, "I'm sorry if I've come off a bit callous. It's a rough neighborhood and sometimes you've got to play the part to fit in. My name is Rose. It's nice to meet you."

I smile back, feeling my nerves calm down rapidly. As I shake her hand, I smell her wonderful perfume. It smells of petrichor, one of my favorite smells.

"I'm Alice. This is... I'm..." I find it difficult to talk now. I can't help but feel embarrassed at the reason I'm here.

I finally blurt out, "I'm sorry. It's just, I don't usually go into sex stores. My friend recommended me to this one. She told me it's got a really good reputation for 'life-changing experiences.' If that can be believed."

Rose's smile only seems to brighten further at my words. "Well, I'll admit that we've certainly grown in reputation ever since Charity took over the store. I'm glad to see that word is making its way around. Maybe we'll start getting more customers."

"So, what are you looking for in particular?" Rose asked me, her smile fading back into her more bitchy neutral face.

It was embarrassing, but I've always thought honesty to be the best policy. I cleared my throat and told her, "I have been set up to go on a date tomorrow night. I'm... hoping," I struggled with the words, but Rose waited patiently, "I'm hoping that I can impress him with some lingerie. You know... if things... go that way."

I felt my face begin to blush as I explained myself. I've never been so upfront about such things before. Rose stared at me with those piercing blue eyes of hers. It almost felt like she could look right into my soul.

Her face remained neutral as she began looking me over. I felt my hands clasp in front of me as Rose circled me, examining me. Her hand would on occasion reach out, and poke and prod me. I couldn't help but shift and gasp during her couple of laps of me.

"I have a feeling that we are in the wrong area. Come with me." Rose said, walking deeper into the store. I looked about. Then I felt silly. Of course, she was talking to me, there was no one else here. I quickly followed her.

As we neared the back, Rose stopped near a wall covered in leather outfits. She looked back at me, waiting for me to catch up to her. Then, she handed me a bundle of leather straps. They were connected by several metal rings.

"Feel the material, smell it. There's nothing like it." Rose told me. With her hand holding mine, she had me move my fingers over the leather. I found it soft and supple. I took a smell of it, as Rose pushed the bundle closer to my nose. She was indeed correct; it was a smell I liked. A lot.

"If you want to get this guy going. I mean, really have his jaw drop. You wear this. Period." Rose punctuated her words with such finality, that it left no room for debate.

"I-I've never worn anything like this... It doesn't even look like... clothing. How do you even put It on?" I asked her. I kept moving and shifting the leather straps in my hands. It would roll and drop down, but I had no clue how this would even constitute clothing, or which side was up.

"No worries at all. I can help you, Alice. I'm paid to help, and I'm very proud to be of any assistance" Rose offered her smile, but once more it failed to reach her eyes. It left me feeling a little unsure. She continued "This particular outfit comes with these fun matching bracelets."

I'll confess, I was interested. I had some friends who liked to dress up in outfits like this. The thing was, they were all more... flat-chested. I was far from flat and I wondered if such apparel would even look good on me.

It was just us two in here...

"Can you help me try it on? I don't even know which way is up on it." I told Rose while smiling.

She grabbed a few more items, the bracelets, and some other items, and then led me to the 'Changing room'. It was more like a small corner with a mirror, and a shower curtain draped in a semicircle. After some attempts at trying to figure out how to even put on the leather outfit, I relented and asked Rose for aid.

"The problem is this." Rose said, entering the 'change room'. She pulled on the shoulder of my yellow blouse.

"This sort of outfit has to be set on skin. The panties are fine, but the shirt, skirt, and bra need to go." Rose told me. She had a look and sound of irritation that had me feeling nervous. Like I was being a hassle. I wanted to say something, but... I had trouble expressing it.

Rose glared at me, and I decided that it was easier just to go with it. I still had questions I wanted answered and if this was a way to find out, I'd do it. Besides, it was just her and I in the store. She was also a female. I think if it was a guy, I would have screamed and ran.

I began pulling my shirt off. I could feel my face flush. This was different than I'd been expecting, and Rose just seemed to watch me. I swear I saw her lick her lips. I'd nearly decided to call it all off when Rose stepped closer and unclipped my bra.

"What're you doing?" I asked her as my girls fell free. My hands had gone to cover my nipples, though Rose had already seen my little pink buds.

"This is taking too long, Alice. I'm just helping move things along." Rose answered, not even looking at me. She just continued undressing me, reaching down and unclipping my skirt. I wondered if I should stop her, but she'd already pulled my bra off. What good would it do to stop her now? She'd probably only get angry.

My skirt had fallen to my feet, leaving me only wearing my little pink panties.

It took her little to no time to clip and buckle the leather outfit onto me. It curved around my figure, hugging me tightly. There were leather straps wrapped around my waist, over my shoulders, and forming tight triangles around my tits. One thing that I delighted in was how it seemed to highlight my large tits. It showcased them.

The thing I didn't care for, was when Rose ran the leather strap around my waist, and up between my legs. It almost felt like she gave me a wedgie with how the narrow strap pulled up between my cheeks. My biggest saving grace was my panties. It wasn't much, but it was what I had.

"Spin for me, Alice. Let me know how it feels," Rose asked me, though it felt more like an order than a question.

I saw myself in a mirror. I looked ravishing. The dark leather contrasted with my skin. I felt as though it hugged me just so, and it highlighted my breasts. I could certainly see why so many loved the look. I was now among them.

With a nod and smile at my approval, Rose took the initiative and said, "Now to complete the look. The matching bracelets." Rose reached out and pulled my left arm, and then my right arm out in front of me. She attached heavy leather bracelets to each wrist.

"These certainly look like they match... but are they truly necessary?" I asked Rose. I didn't like the weight of them, though they did make me feel a little bit sexier.

"They are necessary, darling. Look, they have a second purpose than just aesthetics. Observe," With that, Rose pulled my arms behind my back. I heard a subtle *Click* and I found I was unable to pull my arms apart. I felt a panic as I struggled.

Rose picked up on it and was quick to calm me. "Oh, it's all right, Alice. It's all part of how this set works. You need to play the part if you are to seduce your date. A big turn-on is being vulnerable, and helpless."

"What do you mean?" I asked. I found myself calming as my attention was once more on Rose. The smile she gave me looked like it could light up a room. I had a sinking feeling I'd just walked into a trap by asking her that.

"It's simple, honey. Men like women they can control. Not just men, but women too. If they walk into the room and see you helpless, they know that they have the edge over you," She stepped near me, causing me to take a step back, but I bumped into the wall.

"They can do anything they'd like to you." She punctuated her words by pinching my exposed nipple. I couldn't help but moan. I found myself biting my lower lip, to stifle the sound. I couldn't use my hands to cover my mouth, though I tried. Or maybe my hand wanted to protect my nipple. Either way, nothing doing. She was right. I was helpless!

Rose looked amused by my efforts, or maybe it was my meek look at the moment. She never released my nipple. She doubled down and squeezed my large breast.

"I love the way you sound under duress. Come with me, I've more to show you." Rose said, finally letting go of my chest. She began to walk away, but I was reluctant to follow her. She was walking towards the center of the store, far from the changing corner.

Rose stopped after a few aisles and turned to face me, irritation on her face.

She stormed back to me, grabbing something off the shelf on her way. I watched as the item fell and clunked to the floor and was dragged behind her by a leather chord. Rose looked pissed and I wanted to run away, but I had nowhere to run. I felt the wall behind me halt any more retreating.

"I told you to come with me," Rose said, her face now inches from my face. The oddest thing occurred to me in that instant, though. I found myself breathing in her perfume, that wonderful petrichor smell.

I felt myself lost in her eyes as she roughly pushed on my chest. I was sandwiched between her and the wall. I couldn't see past her glower.

"If I tell you to come with me, you come with me. Is that understood, you blond bimbo?" Rose asked. I felt dumbfounded. How could some stranger talk to me like that? I'd done nothing but follow along with all this. What's more... why was I feeling so... so excited?

"I asked you a question slut. Do. You. Understand?" Rose said in slow menacingly measured tones. She reached up behind my neck and pulled my face closer to hers. I gasped and felt my legs shiver at her words.

"I-I understand," I mumbled to her.

I breathed in her perfume. It was making me swoon with each breath.

SLAP.

Rose slapped my left breast. The feeling sent a painful shiver down my body, stopping at my groin.

"Miss Rose. I understand, Miss Rose." Rose corrected me.

"I-I understand, Miss Rose," I corrected.

"There will be no more disobedience and no more misunderstandings. I'll attach this collar to correct your actions. Disobey again, and I'll add more to you. Understood?" Rose said as she attached a matching leather collar around my neck.

I wanted to protest. I needed to protest. All I said was "Understood, Miss Rose."

I felt the collar hang around my neck. The leather leash hung between my cleavage. Its weight gave me a feeling of being more property than a person. I'm ashamed to admit it, but the feeling aroused me.

I watched as Rose picked up my clothing and purse from the floor, and then wrapped the leash handle around her knuckles.

"Now, come with me. I've more to show you," Rose said firmly and then began to walk towards the center of the store. I hesitated, but Rose gave the lead a solid tug that pulled me in behind her.

We walked, closer and closer to the entrance, and I felt knots building in my stomach. I was practically naked, only wearing my panties and the restraining and restrictive leather straps. I found myself slowing my strides, only to have a tug of the leash pull me forward. I nearly fell a few times.

As I stared at the entrance, seeing the light from outside breaking through the outline of the door, I couldn't help thinking that anyone could walk in at any time. They would see me so helpless and vulnerable. I felt a thrum in my abdomen at the thought of being caught.

Then I bumped into the back of Rose. She had stopped in front of a selection of nipple clamps. Her hand was to her chin as she looked at them, then to me.

"These will look fantastic on your massive tits," she said while pulling up a pair of nipple clamps. I made to protest, but Rose continued to explain things to me, "These are called string nipple clamps, they cinch around the nipple. I can see you're already rock hard, but I just need to make sure."

Her words trailed off as she lunged a hand to my left nipple. She pinched it. Hard. I winced and went to pull back, but she held the leash firmly. Then, she leaned forward and bit my right nipple. I gasped, as she nipped at me, sucking and keeping me still.

Releasing her latch, she leaned back, satisfied with her work at ensuring my nipples remained hard. They now felt painfully hard, and I blushed. I made to step back, but she tugged at the leash.

"Mmmm, I love the sounds you make when I bite you," Rose purred. Then, she deftly began putting the cord around my proud nipple. She slid the bead up the drawstring, and I felt the cord bite in around my nipple, encompassing it.

As her hand released the end of the nipple clamp, I felt a weight drop down from the end of the chord. There was a marble-sized bell at the end of the string. I stared at it dumbly while Rose applied the same thing to my free nipple, making it a matching set.

I found myself once more testing the bindings that held my arms behind my back. It was no good. My arms weren't going anywhere. The worst part was, that the bells jingled whenever I moved my torso.

Rose noticed and gave me a smirk, "I know what you want to say, and yes, it is very good quality. Isn't it?"

"I wasn't going to say that. I was just thinking... maybe this is enough..." I said, rather meekly.

"Oh, we are far from finished with this demonstration. Besides, I can see how much you are enjoying yourself, my little slutty bimbo." Rose taunted.

She ran her finger between my legs. I felt her index finger between my lower lips. Her finger pressed into my wet panties. My heart sank at the realization that she knew just how turned on I was over all of this.

She stepped closer still, wrapping her left arm behind me, resting it on my lower back. Then, with her right hand, she pushed two fingers into me. My eyes bulged as I tried to move away from her. I made no progress because of her left hand holding me in place.

She pushed her fingers in and out of me, causing me to gasp and moan. I heard bells jingle and felt a panic thunder through me, thinking that someone had entered the store. I looked back over my shoulder to see the door still closed. I realized it was the bells attached to my nipples.

Rose pulled her hand free from my sex. She raised her hand to my face, spread her fingers, and she showed me the thin line of my arousal. I blushed deeply as I stared at it. She chuckled.

"There's no denying how turned on all this is making you. I'd say this is a wonderful example of the quality you can only find at Charity's toy box. Wouldn't you agree?" Rose said, in her best sales pitch.

"Rose... I think you should... maybe help me out of all this. I think I want... Mmmff" I started saying before Rose pushed her slick fingers into my mouth and interrupted me, forcing me to taste myself. She even twisted my face to look at her. I could see the elation in her eyes as she made me lick at my own juices.

The worst part of it was that it seemed to perpetuate my excitement. I could feel my knees going weak, and there was such a thrill shooting down my spine. What was going on with me?

"I've more to show you," Rose said, pulling her hand free of my mouth. Then, with such indifference, she wiped her hand on my tit. She grabbed the leash and pulled me further to the other end of the store, where all the toys were.