Lena and Her Master

"I can't believe I am letting you make me come here!" I exclaimed to my best friend Maggie as we walked towards the door of the windowless white building, a few streets off of the main drag in the small town not far from our own.

"Well, I know you haven't been to one before and that you are curious about it. Don't look at me like that – I know you. And besides, I need to get something for me and Jake and could do with the company," Maggie reasoned to me as she pushed open the door, triggering the buzzer and alerting our entry.

"What happens if we see somebody we know? Like a teacher from high school or something? Oh my god, talk about embarrassing," I exclaimed, quickly glancing around the big room we entered to check. To be honest, it wasn't what I was expecting an erotic store to look like; white high video-lined walls of the medium-sized warehouse, with extra stands for videos and other items throughout the middle. To my left was an alcove showing off their range of dildos and vibrators, and to my right the counter area with two doors behind it, one of them open and supposedly where the salesperson was. A quick survey of the store revealed we were okay on the familiar person front – only two guys were looking at the shelves of DVDs, one at the asian beauties section, and the other according to the sign above at the new releases and neither were familiar.

"Alright, you browse and ah...... see if you want to buy anything," Maggie said wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, "while I go have a look at the DVDs." Left to fend for myself, I wandered over to the stands a few meters from the counter and began looking at what it was offering. Coloured and flavoured condoms (no good when you don't have a boyfriend), travel vibrators (never used them and not really my thing), cock rings, KY, and......... nipple clamps. They caught my eye and I couldn't look away. The picture on the packet showed the model looked to be in such sweet torture. Her face showed pain yes..... but something else; excitement, pleasure, ecstasy. Reaching for the packet, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Of course I had heard about bdsm and the like, even read a few stories online about bondage and the relationships between a Master and his slave, but this was something else – my first actual real life glimpse into what it could be like beyond my own fantasies. Her nipples were large and gripped strongly by the metal jaws. I could feel the shooting pain through my own breasts and my pussy starting to tingle, growing wet in my panties, thinking what it would be like if it was me with the nipple clamps on, the sharp pain shooting through my own large breasts, my Master tugging lightly on the chain connecting the two clamps.

Suddenly realising I had been standing there for a good few minutes staring at the packet in my hand, I looked up, hastily glancing around the room to see if anyone had seen me so entirely absorbed in this particular merchandise. Maggie seemed busy over at the group sex DVD section, as did one of the other customers from earlier. The second guy was walking towards me on his way to the counter but seemed apparently enthralled by his soon-to-be purchase and oblivious to me. The last sweep of the room however brought me in direct eye contact with a startlingly direct dark brown stare. The sales guy; mid to late 20's, with short dark hair, strong shadowed jaw, broad shoulders and muscular arms was staring right at me, intense, brooding and very obviously aware of what I had been looking at and my embarrassment at having been caught. Unable to look away, I couldn't help but stare back into the dark pools of his eyes, trapped by their intensity. I swallowed deeply and felt the hairs on the back of my neck raise and the blood flood to my cheeks. It wasn't until the customer arrived at the counter and cleared his throat that the clerk looked away. Like a spell that had kept me rooted to the spot had been broken, I quickly put the nipple clamps back on the rack and hurried over to Maggie who had moved on to the MILF section.

"How is it going? Found anything? Or no luck today, shall we leave?" I burbled out nervously, not daring to look over to the counter.

"Woah, slow down there. There are a few that look okay, two especially, but I can't pick between these two," holding up Milk the Swedish Milkmaid and Eurotrip: Orgy in every City.

"Huh, ummmm well I can't help you there – I am not what you would call a porno aficionado."

"Yeah, well that's the thing; these DVDs are so damn expensive, I want to know I get what I pay for."

"Why exactly do you two need these DVDs anyway, I mean, is it just for him, or for you.....?"

"It just gets us in the mood, gives us ideas, that kind of thing. It's great for foreplay. Really really great," Maggie explained with a delighted shudder for emphasis. "I know, I can go and ask the clerk – he would know or have a fair idea I would imagine."

"You go and ask him, I will just wait here," I suggested, refusing to look in his direction.

"No, come with me. Please." She gave me a pleading look, slightly sticking out her lower lip.

"Oh alright, but I am not saying anything. I am there purely as a silent rock of support." I relented.

"Great, thanks!" Maggie claimed, striding up to the counter with me following reluctantly in her wake. A quick glance up told me the clerk was watching us come towards him. Hanging back and to the side when we got to the counter, I saw his eyes finally flick from me to Maggie when she stood in front of him.

"Hi, I was looking at these two videos and trying to decide which one to get for me and my boyfriend and so I was wondering if you could recommend one or the other?" Maggie enquired.

A deep, surprisingly smooth voice answered her.

"Well, it really does depend on what preferences you and your boyfriend have, although I would personally go for Milk the Swedish Milkmaid. If you like lactation and a bit of domination and things that would be the one for you, but if you are more for the usual group sex, orgy, anal route then Eurotrip would be best." He alternated his glance between Maggie and me, even though I wasn't even part of the conversation. Trying to keep my eyes lowered, I looked down to the condoms in front of the bench.

"Huh, um well I think our tastes run a bit mainstream, so I think I will go with this one," she said pushing the Eurotrip DVD forward. "Lena, could you take this one back to the shelf?" she asked, handing me the other DVD.

"Yeah, um sure. BDSM section?"

"Yes," the clerk replied for Maggie.

"Right, um thanks," I answered, giving him a quick glance before turning around and moving away.

"Is there anything else?" I heard the clerk ask.

"Actually yeah, I need to get some KY... ... just a second," Maggie answered. After putting the DVD back onto the shelf, I turned around and saw Maggie still at the stand where the KY was and the clerk writing something at his counter. I moved up to Maggie and then waited there while she went up and paid for her items.

"Great, have a good afternoon," the clerk offered as he gave Maggie her bag.

"Thanks, see you," we responded and walked towards the door. I could feel his stare boring into the back of my head. Going the door, I looked back to get one last glimpse of him looking at me as we left the store.

"You like him!!!!!" Maggie exclaimed loudly as we got to her car and I slid into the front passenger seat.

"Well, he was hot...."

"And he couldn't keep his eyes off of you," Maggie nudged me with an elbow and a twinkle in her eye.

"No, I am sure it was nothing like that. Probably figured that it was my first time in an erotic store"

"You should go back in there. Talk to him a bit."

"Maggie, I am not going back in there," I said laughing. "Just start the car." Once she conceded I picked up the bag with her DVD and opened it up to have a good look. "Now, lets see your, what was it? Mainstream choice," I said opening the DVD case. Out fluttered a piece of paper onto my lap. Picking it up, I read it:

Lena,

Give me a call. My number is 029367594930.

- Damon

P.S. I saw what you were looking at, and I like what you thought of it.

"What's that?" Maggie asked, glancing down at the note in my hand.

"Uh, well I think it's a note from the sales guy."

"Really? Oh my God," Maggie nearly swerved off the road. "What does it say?" I read it out, leaving the end sentence off, not wanting to answer questions about what I had been looking at. "You should ring him. He was obviously into you and he was hot."

"I don't know. I, well, it's not exactly usual to do this kind of thing. And he could be really weird, and he isn't really my type... you know a porn store sales guy is not really...... well you know."

" I think you should go for it. You are not with anyone, you haven't really been interested in anyone and I can tell you liked him, you are so expressive in your face."

"I will think about it."

"Make sure you do."

That night I sat sitting in my room, reading and rereading the letter over and over again. What should I do? He was damn sexy, and he seemed interested in me. He saw me looking at the nipple clamps and "liked what I thought of them".... Meaning what exactly? – that he was into that kind of thing? He did say he preferred domination in his choice of pornos. But in real life? I loved the idea, but was I brave enough to delve into those desires and that part of me? Would I still be me? Would it be safe?

But on the other hand, just looking at those nipple clamps, imagining them shutting on my engorged nipples, feeling that sweet torturous pain shooting through me directly to my wet pussy. Even the thought of it just now had me rubbing my hand against the front of my pants, feeling my wet moist panties sliding freely over my clit. Reaching the other hand up and twisting my left nipple and biting back the groan that was threatening to escape. Shutting mine, I could see his eyes staring at me, imagining he was watching me now, writhing on my bed and moaning his name, his eyes boring into mine, watching me panting and squirming, working my hand underneath my panties and finding folds slick with desire for him. What it would be like for him to tug on the chain connecting my two nipple clamps and praising me in his deep soft voice. With that thought the orgasm crashed over me with such a force that left me quivering and with shaking hands twisting my nipples a few minutes later. I was decided. Just the thought of him and what it could be like made me feel alive; I didn't have a choice but to call him. Quickly, before I could change my mind and with aftershocks still quaking my body I picked up the phone and dialled his number.