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Dannii Minogue strutted down the sun-baked street, her open, high-heeled sandals showing off her dainty feet and pedicure, her neatly painted nails. They clicked delightfully with every step, adding about four inches to her height and pushing her legs and ass up into a very foxy position, which pleased her, even more so as a passing car honked or its occupants whistled at her as they passed her from behind. Her legs were wrapped in a very tight pair of jeans which clung to every curve of her firm, round ass, showing off her shapely legs too. Hidden beneath was a sexy pair of panties, a little black lace thong which was more mesh than lace, making it completely see-through on the areas that mattered. So anyone who got her jeans off could take in her puffy pussy and its neat landing strip of hair with the lace out the way at her hips.
On her top half, she wore a tight-fitting white linen shirt, with had poppers to hold it closed up the front. It was a little small, pulled tightly across her impressive chest, the linen straining the poppers at her breasts, offering a little peak between to her bra. Of course a lean over offered a much better look at her bra, and her fantastic D-cup breasts, as she had the top of the shirt undone to show off a little chest, and a necklace she wore. The bra that had the honour of supporting her magnificent rack matched her little thong, sheer and black, with lace around the cups, but nothing to obscure the view of her large nipples, which already threatened to poke through the snug shirt. If she took her kit off, she may as well be naked, which was kind of the thrill.
Dannii was feeling more than a little horny today, it had gotten worse since she'd come shopping. It was the reason she wore the tight jeans and shirt, to feel them tightly closed round her body, making her feel every womanly curve. She'd almost decided to forego underwear so that her clit could rub on her jeans, but had decided she might need something to soak up any wetness. It wasn't much, but it helped enough that she didn't make a wet patch on her jeans. As for her boobs, well she'd also toyed with the idea of going braless, to let her nipples rub on the fabric, but decided she couldn't risk it. The shirt was tight as it was, and one popper going would leave her exposed, and besides, her magnificent puppies still needed support. Because of this she'd opted for her sexy set of lingerie hidden beneath her erotically demure outfit.
She'd only been out for around half an hour when she cursed having not used one of her vibrators or at least her fingers before she'd slipped from beneath her silk sheets. Dannii was feeling mighty horny, her labia swollen in her little undies, her puffy lips rubbing more effectively against the denim of her jeans. That only served to make her wetter and turn her on even more, which made things worse. She was feeling a little flustered and self conscious, worrying that her nipples were sticking out for all to see. A quick trip to a bathroom calmed her down, where she touched up her make-up, took a few deep breaths and rearranged her jeans so they didn't split her swollen cameltoe quite so perfectly to get at her clit whilst she walked.
Despite calming down however, she was still horny, and mused that perhaps after all this she could pick up a new toy to take home and service her needy pussy. It only took a few places to affirm the decision, and she headed in the direction of a small sex shop she knew. It was a little away from the high street understandably, and a lot of people thought it wasn't there any more. That was because it'd closed down and then re-opened with new management, who had apparently made changes and boasted a larger stock with more improvements to come. It sounded wonderful, but she still hadn't found time to get there with her busy schedule. Her last visit had been to the closing down sale where she'd picked up some good bargains, a few toys, some sexy clothing and outfits, a whip and notably a cheeky remote controlled vibrating buttplug for her older sister Kylie. It was quite large and she hadn't really expected her sibling to use it, sending it more as a joke present back to her sister in London. She'd been quite surprised and a little turned on when Kylie let slip she had used it and quite enjoyed it, wearing it out now and then so at the flick of a button she could feel a deep, fulfilling buzz from her hot ass.
Her pace quickened without her realising as she headed to the small establishment, the windows displaying a certain amount of tame fantasy outfits and playful things like handcuffs, something she'd had plenty of fun with in her time. She'd first felt the cold bite of steel at her wrists aged eighteen and never looked back, loving to be rendered helpless, pinned, teased and taken. Musing over it, she realised it'd been a while since she'd been cuffed, but then it'd been a while since she'd had a steady boyfriend who understood her kinky needs, or obtained the services of anyone who would do what she asked. She wasn't above using escorts, after all why not? A well hung man who did exactly as she asked for a good price, she couldn't turn that down, but she also had a few friends who she could slip into bed with, but that wasn't always possible as they got girlfriends and she'd lost more than one to marriage, which she supposed was fair enough.
Pushing the neon trimmed door open, the lights a passionate mix of pink and purple that reminded her of the toys they sold, she stepped in, blushing a little at the quaint bell that rang, as if to make people feel on the spot that they'd just walked into a sex shop. Taking a deep breath, she held her nerve and tried not to let the flush show on her face, willing the blood back to her puffy, imprisoned pussy at that moment as she sashayed in. It wouldn't have mattered, as her high heels made almost as much noise as the bell on the hard floor as she strutted in, arching her back to push her chest and bum out, showing off her figure, as if to advertise she didn't need men, that toys were all that could satisfy her, which of course was so far from the truth she couldn't have explained it. She loved a good hard cock and the caress of a man almost any time she could get it, but right now toys were all that was available, and she merely wanted to look calm and collected, able to handle any cocky shop clerk that might try his luck with her, rather than the raging bag of hormones and arousal that she really.
Sashaying into the shop, she gave a quick glance to the man at the desk, along with a little smile that suggested that she was happy to be there but didn't wish to be harassed in her shopping. At least that was what she hoped it conveyed, since she was so horny it could easily have been the most alluring, inviting smile she possessed. She perused along the shelves, starting at the typical vibrators and tame stuff like outfits, some fluffy handcuffs. She already had them, and there was little point getting a new outfit when there was nobody to show it off to. Dannii moved along to the kinkier stuff, which she couldn't help noticing was nearer to the counter. Looking up and down the racks she took in the harder whips and floggers, clamps, chains and other metal stuff. There were a set of metal nipple clamps with such sharp teeth she was sure they would just bite one right off, wincing at the thought, but at the same time her nipple tightened and screwed itself up so she could feel it against her bra and through her shirt, knowing she'd put someone's eye out now.
Keeping cool and controlling her blush, she kept looking at the toys, moving to needles and other freaky stuff. Then she spotted an interesting item, some kind of chains. She'd never vastly been one for bondage besides the light playful cuffs and blindfolds, and especially not chains, but it just caught her eye seductively. The chains themselves were black, the links small but thick, clearly heavy duty and designed to punish. They didn't seem very big, not like they'd bind up an entire person, not that she really knew what you'd need for that. Cocking her head she eyed them, wondering just what they were for, trying to judge their length and the way they worked, since there was some sort of device with them. In the end her curiosity overtook her and she reached up to pluck them from the shelf, taking the packet down to look at it, her eyes widening as she read the words 'Breast chains' on the front, seeing a little diagram of how the chains were supposed to fit on a female chest, though it didn't make itself very clear and she found herself studying it rather more intently than she wanted to.
Unable to quite make out how it all worked, she took a breath and stepped to the counter, where the clerk pretended he hadn't been looking at her and looked up, then to what she was holding.
"Afternoon, what can I do for you?" he said politely, his eyes taking in her pokey nipples but managing not to get caught doing it.
"Well, I was just looking at these, and I'm not quite sure how they work, or whether they'd fit my...how big they are, as it doesn't say," she finished, composing herself swiftly, but it was already in the mind of the clerk that she wanted them for her own magnificent rack.
