He had to admit, he was nervous. His primary care physician, Dr. Park, had seduced him. And thanks to that seduction, he had seen his yearly physical became a quarterly physical until his doctor gave up all pretense of the medical, and instead invited him to her house where he was regularly taken by her, with an array of strap-ons, extracting from him, an eruption of cum. It was rape for all intents and purposes; she did what she wanted with him. But the shining pearls of cum splattered across his stomach, were testimony to the power she had over him. How could it be rape when he dutifully showed up whenever she called, his erection betraying his desire for that which she took from him? If she had recognized submission in his makeup when he had first met her, she had cultivated it until, to serve a superior woman, or better yet to be taken and used by such a woman was his pre-eminent sexual desire.
As there relationship, such as it was, had intensified, she had arranged for him to be taken by others as well. He had been drilled by a skin specialist, Dr. Laurent, topped by a transsexual psychiatrist, Dr. Adams, forced to masturbate before a class of nursing students at their graduation party, after which strap-ons were handed out and a gang rape ensued. In short, he had done it all.
But today was different. Mistress, for that was now all that he called her, had sent him to Agent Provocateur to acquire new lingerie for her. She had given him a sealed envelope with her size and requirements and instructed him to bring all that he had procured to their next planned assignation. No further directions were given, except that any questions asked by the sales staff, must be answered truthfully. Without further instructions forthcoming, he feared the consequences of deviating and so decided that he would explain the situation as best he could and hand over the sealed envelope. The less said the better.
And so he found himself standing before the entrance to the Agent Provocateur store. The windows displayed mannequins dressed in the merchandise of the store, causing his groin to swell even before he entered. He had chosen to arrive mid-afternoon, figuring lunch clientele if there were such, would have gone and with any luck, he might be the only customer in the store. As he entered, he saw that such was not the case. There was one customer, an older but very attractive woman having her purchases rung up by one of two saleswomen. The one at the cash register was a stunning brunette, curvy in all the right places, filling out quite spectacularly, a sort of sales coat worn over black lingerie. He had read that the salespersons sometimes exhibited the merchandise for customers so he imagined they had to wear something that covered but was quick to change in and out of.
In any case, apparently only seductive young ladies were hired as employees, the growing bulge in his pants attesting to the fact. The second saleswoman, like the first, was ravishing, a patrician looking blonde, tall and thin with incredibly perfect long legs, the same sales coat, and similar black lingerie. She came out from behind the counter to greet him.
"Can I help you, sir?" she asked, politely. All three turned to look at him, the older woman revealing under her overcoat, a tight black pencil skirt, sheer hose, and a cream colored silk blouse, the top two buttons unbuttoned, and a red bra peeking out, with her very large, slightly sagging breasts, pushing and straining outwards against it.
He gulped and swallowed nervously, his penis lurching in his pants, as he beheld the heroic trio on display before him. "I'll uh, uh, I'll just, uh, look around a moment."
"Of course." the blond replied smiling seductively (he didn't think she could smile any other way). The older woman turned to the counter where the brunette handed her, her receipt. She turned to go, pausing before him.
"What exactly are you looking for?" she asked. His eyes bulged as she pushed her chest out at him. She chuckled quietly as his cock once again lurched forward, now pressing and bulging obscenely, outlined against his slacks. As he struggled for an answer, she reached out with her right hand to stroke his cheek. "Well...enjoy!" she whispered bringing her hand down and pinching his left nipple through the front of his shirt.
He squeaked and she laughed, openly now. How had she known so quickly what kind of man he was, and how he would inevitably respond? She exited laughing as the brunette and blonde approached him.
"Never mind her, she's always like that. But she did ask what we were going to ask. What are you looking for, sir?"
"Just, just looking around."
"Yes you said that. But what are you looking for?" said the blonde.
"Is there anything we could show you?" added the brunette.
He paused, soaking in the beauty of the two goddesses before him. Best get on with it, he thought to himself. Before someone else comes in. He reached into his suit jacket, pulling the envelope from the pocket within.
"I'm, uh, picking up some things for... for someone." He paused as they tittered slightly. "She gave me the sizes and everything... so uh, here." he said, passing over the envelope.
The brunette took the envelope from him and the two crossed back to their sales counter. She found a letter opener and soon had the envelope slit open and extracted a single page from within, placing it on the counter before the two of them. As they leaned over to read, their luscious breasts were revealed even more openly and he shifted awkwardly, trying not to stare. He looked around at the various items of lingerie on the walls, racks, and tables making up the store - panties, stockings, garter belts, bras, bustiers, and corsets. His perusal was interrupted by stifled laughter. He turned to see the blonde looking at him, grinning ear to ear. She bent down to continue reading. The brunette had finished first and studied him silently, as the blonde raced to catch up. The blonde coming to the end, looked up, exchanging looks with the brunette. They crossed to stand before him, still holding the page. He started to speak but was interrupted by the brunette, "This is for you."
He didn't understand, "I'm sorry?"
"She didn't let you read this before she gave it to you, did she?" the brunette stated.
"What are you talking about?"
"Your mistress gave this to you, yes?"
Mistress, the cat was out of the bag now. This was what he had been afraid of. What had she written? How could he do as his Mistress had ordered, answering all questions truthfully without totally humiliating himself before complete strangers?
"Well?" the brunette demanded. She looked down to the page and read from it, obviously verbatim, "My toy will answer any questions you may have, you need only but ask him." His face reddened at the description of him. And yet, his member was rock hard, precum beginning to seep out.
