Meesha's Firsts

Another Trip to the Sex Shop

We pulled into the sex shop parking lot a couple days later, on a Saturday morning. I was really hoping that Electra was working, and she was.

"Meesha! What a pleasant surprise! And your friend?"

"Electra, please meet my other bestie, Andrea. Andrea, this is Electra."

The women traded a polite hug and pleasantries.

Electra's outfit really caught my eye. For starters, she was wearing what looked like a pair of leather pants, and a pair of black boots over her lower legs. On top she wore something like a corset, but it was made of leather, fastened in the front with both a zipper and buckles, and with wide straps. Her cleavage was on explicit display for anyone who desired to look, and I have to say, it looked absolutely delicious! I found myself wishing I could find the courage to wear something like that, and then I thought of my parents, of all things. Damn, the trouble I'd be in If they saw me! I'd probably be written out of their wills!

Electra pulled me aside and turned to whisper in my ear. "Ok if I ask about the handcuffs in front of your friend?" she asked.

"Sure."

"So were the handcuffs everything you'd hoped they'd be?" she asked.

I glanced at Andrea, who seemed a little taken aback by the directness of the question, as though wondering how many more people I'd shared the fantasy with. Was she maybe as embarrassed as I'd sometimes felt myself? Ah, who cares, I thought. I alone among them knew the truth, and that's the way it was going to stay. Well, her and Shiela. I had an odd idea I wanted to share more with Electra, but not right then. "They were, yes. I'm glad you had them."

"Have to say I don't sell them often, but I'm always interested in what my customers do with them!"

"Kinky, but fun," I answered. "Might tell you more later."

"Ok. But for now, how can I help?"

I suddenly had trouble - again - finding my voice. "Um..."

"Starting up the Anal Trail," Andrea answered. I expected it, but Electra apparently did not. Her eyes widened for a brief second, and she seemed to startle a little bit. Funny!

"Got it," she said, almost immediately regaining her composure. "And is this the first time? Oh, I'm sorry. There are two of you. Who should I be asking?"

"Meesha," Andrea answered.

"Me," I said at the same time. "Or both of us," I added, smiling.

"Straight, or—"

"Straight," I quickly answered. I didn't really want to hear alternatives.

"Got it!" she said. "Follow me to what my friends and I have begun to call The Toy Store.

"The first thing to think about is plenty of lube," she said. "If you're too dry 'back there,' you run the risk of tears and other tissue damage." She searched around on the wall for something. "Ah. Here you are. You'll want something that's long-lasting and non-allergenic. Like this. She handed me the package. "Some brands can get sticky after a while, and you definitely don't want that." She went back to her searching and pulled down a package that held a pair of giant syringes.

My eyes must have widened in disbelief.

"I recommend these for that initial injection." Electra looked at me and smiled.

"Um, injection? And that much? Really?"

"Yeah Meesha, that's about right. Electra's not kidding about the tissue damage."

"This will help get it up deep inside, as well as some outside. Here, let me show you."

Nnooo! Not here! were my first panicked thoughts.

But no matter. Electra curled one hand into a loose fist, and with the other, demonstrated how to use the thing. "You fill the syringe, then press it into place back there. All the way in. Then as you begin to press the plunger, start withdrawing the syringe. Your goal is to get about 3/4 of the contents up inside you. Keep pressing the plunger once you've drawn it out, until it's empty. Then spread it all around. Make sure to get your partner good and slippery too, with about a palm's worth, if that makes sense. Would you like something to practice with?"

I thought for a moment. "No, I don't think so. This time I think I'd like to be a surprise, you know?"

"That sounds wonderful, Meesha! I'm sure it'll be a special moment for you and your partner both!"

"You know, I think I'd like to get a couple of those syringes and some lube, too," Andrea said.

"Excellent! I promise you; you won't be disappointed."

Very shortly we had paid and were out of there. I don't know why it was that every time I went there, I wanted to be out as soon as possible; maybe it was to check out what I had just bought in the privacy of my own imagination.

"How do you think you'll start the conversation with Frank about this?"

"I really have no idea," I answered as I inspected the package with the syringes in it. "Lube Shooters," it said. Funny. I thought of Frank pushing a loaded syringe of lube up my ass and how it might feel. Pretty quickly I found myself getting horny as I imagined the scene.

I thought of how I'd take it. Thrown on the bed like a whore, like Andrea described her first experience? Bent over and violated, handcuffed as he raped my virgin ass? How much foreplay would there be? I imagined it would be very little, probably only getting me properly lubed up. I imagined I'd be totally helpless, totally submissive to his will, his want, his desire, his pure male lust. It would be all about him. I'd be nothing but a cum dumpster.

What would I be wearing? I thought of a skirt, pushed up and bunched over my hips as I stayed bent over, helpless against what was about to happen. What else? Boots, and then gloves, of course. Handcuffed. And could I wear those same stockings Shiela had given me for my first date with Frank? I might, but then I thought of some of those lingerie photos in the department store catalogs I'd browsed through a long time ago. Garter belt. Yeah. More lingerie beneath. More lingerie for my lover - my rapist - to appreciate, to hunger for? To drive his animal desire? Andrea had sure put my imagination into overdrive with that word. I'd had no idea, at all, how much that word - rape - would inflame me. I kept going down the road of fantasy. I thought of a strong hand over my mouth, to keep me from crying out....

"Hey..." We'd already started the drive back home. "Tell me something," I said.

"Yeah?"

"You ever done any bondage?" I had in mind that single episode that had started off in the library.

"A few times. One of those was that little bit with you a few months back. What's on your mind?"

"Keep me from screaming. Can't cry out."

"Gotcha. Like a strong hand over your mouth?"

"You just now read my mind. Again."

She was silent for a minute or so. "Nah, not a hand. I'm picturing both his hands on your hips as he drives you."

Drives me? Yeah! That got my imagination going even farther down the road. But the hand... yeah. The hand. "Gag, maybe?"

More silence. Guess she was thinking about this. "Not your average cowboy neckerchief rolled up with a knot and forced into your mouth." Yet more silence. "Ever heard of a ball gag?"

"No."

"Ok. Picture something like a racquet ball, pulled into your mouth between your teeth and strapped and fastened at the back of your neck. You can breathe around it, but I guarantee you can't scream out. Any kind of vocalization comes out around the ball, the rest through your nose."

I thought about this for a while. "Do you think Electra would have something like that?"

"I can practically guarantee it, if that's where you found the handcuffs."

"U-turn. Let's go. I'm interested."

Andrea turned to look at me, as though to see whether I was sure of myself.

I was. "Who would put it on me, d'you think?"

"Frank. And rough. If I'm right, you'll nearly cream yourself when you see what I'm talking about."

Shortly we were back at Electra's store. The bell rang as we walked in.

"You're back! What's on your minds?" Electra asked.

"How about a gag?" Andrea asked.

"Back to the back of the Toy Shop."

If I remembered right, Electra had gone somewhere out of sight when Shiela and I picked up the handcuffs. Sure enough...

"Come on back, you two," she said as she parted a curtain I hadn't seen before. "Welcome to the Little Shop of the Toy Store."

We passed through the curtain, and there were all manner of things I'd never seen, or even imagined.

"Whips. Floggers. Rope. Steel. Swings. And of course gags. What is it you have in mind?"

Andrea nudged me in the ribs, and I shot her a dirty look.

"Well, a ball gag, I think," I said.

"So many questions to answer, Meesha!" Electra said. "Here's a simple one, just goes around the neck." She held it out for me. "Care to try it on?"

"Um, sure. Uh... I mean..."

"Completely dis-infected and practically sterile," she answered, finishing my un-asked question. "The whole thing gets sprayed with triclosan and then autoclaved after each customer. That goes for all our try-on items."

I guessed that was good enough. "Yeah, I'll try it on."

"Excellent!" she said. She gave an appearance of bouncing up and down, or maybe that was just my imagination. "There's a mirror on the wall. Why don't you turn toward it and see how this goes?"

"Ok," I said.

"All right. Here's the first one. Open, please."

"Huh?"

"Your mouth, silly," Andrea said. "That's where the gag goes, remember?"

I opened my mouth, watching Electra's actions behind me.

Electra took the ball in her hands and pressed it to my mouth. Andrea was right; it was about like a racquet ball, just a little smaller and firmer. I doubted I could get it in my mouth, but Electra assured me I could. "Just a little wider, Meesha," she said. I complied, and next I knew I was sporting a hot pink ball gag. I felt hotness building down below and decided this was definitely the way to go.

"Just let me fasten it for you, and then you can tell how it feels. Hair up or down?"

I found I was totally unable to make any useful sound. Instead, I pushed my hair up out of the way to give her clear access to the back of my neck. I had this desire to feel the strap pressing into the flesh of my neck, kind of like Frank would move his hands when we fucked. Nothing prepared me for the sensation of the strap being wrapped around my neck and fastened, though. More hotness. Remember way earlier when I mentioned "butterflies in my stomach"? Well, once again... and still the heat was building up farther down...

Oh fuck... yeah, Andrea was right. I was in danger of creaming myself as Electra urged my mouth open and pressed the ball in deeper. I could certainly understand what she'd told me. I was getting wet, and horny.

"So what do you think?" Electra asked.

Yeah. As if I could answer with that fat ball in my mouth, right? I did try speaking around the ball and found it to be completely impossible. Andrea was right, again. So instead, I made some inarticulate noise and nodded my head vigorously.

"Thought you might like it," she said. "How would you like to try another one? Are you up for that?"

Hell, I didn't know, but at this point my mind was under complete control of my puss. Funny that guys say something about "their little head controlling their big head," but I'd have to say the same thing. No "head" doing the control in my case, but I was damn sure under some sort of spell!

She undid the strap, took out the ball and put it aside. She reached up to a peg and took down something - I have zero idea how to describe it - whose only familiar trait to the one I just had on was a riotously pink ball. I had no idea what all the straps and buckles were for. "Hold this for a moment?"

"With a gag like this, a 'posture collar' usually goes along." She took something else down from another peg. This style is actually my favorite," she said. "Put your head back and pull your hair up."

I did, and found out that a "Posture Collar" was meant to keep the head up and nearly immobile, I guess kind of like a cervical collar for people with neck injuries might wear. Before I really grasped what was happening, she had fastened a wide leather strap - and I do mean wide - around my neck and buckled it.

"Now for the gag. I think you're really going to love this. Open for me?"

I did, and again she forced the large ball into my mouth.

"You'll find that a collar and a head harness gag make you feel so much more submissive. Very much more than just a simple strap around the neck. There's a ring in the back for a leash, too."

A fucking leash? Damn... I was maybe beginning to have second thoughts about this, but I let her continue.

I watched her draw a strap of the ball gag up and over my head. I was beginning to see what she had in mind as "submissive" as she did up the straps and buckles. Another strap went under my chin. And still there were more. With each strap and buckle I was getting wetter and hotter.

"So far, so good?" she asked.

I nodded my head - as much as the collar allowed, anyway - willing her to go on, but afraid of what was to come.

And so it went. Before I knew it, I was modeling a full-harness ball gag and collar. I was horny, my nipplies needed attention, and Andrea was watching in rapt fascination. I reached for Andrea's hands and placed them on my breasts. She knew what to do and was pretty soon feeling me up of her own accord and kissing my face, my lips around the ball, and generally giving me a good time. Not sure what I would call it, but something strong erupted down below, which I'm pretty sure could be called a "mini orgasm." So she was right: I did indeed "cream myself"!

At about the same time, Electra moved in to caress and kiss my neck around where the harness straps lay. She kissed my neck around the collar, my ears, and wherever the straps lay. Strangely enough, I welcomed the hands and lips, all of it.

I knew I hadn't made a sound, but now, on the downward slide of my "mini-orgasm," I tried to make some noise. As with the other gag, anything beyond inarticulate moaning was impossible.

Electra heard this. "Time to get you out of this?"

I nodded my head.

Quickly she had all the buckles and straps undone and I was free. "Whew!" I exclaimed. "Those you won't have to sterilize. I'm taking them!"

"No, let's go with New In Box, shall we? Let's go back up front." She stopped, apparently thinking about something. "You know, I don't know how you're planning to do this, but what would you say to a leather hood, that your lover will untie and take off? It'd be like un-wrapping a present!" she said.

I looked first at Electra, whose eyes were full of excitement, whatever that's supposed to mean. I looked at Andrea, who seemed to be in a state of shock.

"Um..." Andrea began.

"Me too. I mean, the um." I wasn't sure I wanted to try it, but I had a feeling I did. This was getting more hardcore by the moment.

The hood turned out to be finished leather on the outside with a couple of holes for breathing, and a set of eyelets and laces in the back.

Electra moved to pull the hood down over my head, but I didn't really like the idea.

"Sorry Meesha," she said. "You might try this on with some 'solo' play to see if you like the idea. I've an idea that you might like it. I have to say, it does take some getting used to."

Anyway, that was our visit to her shop. I paid and got a nice surprise.

"Either a gift card or next purchase of $100 or more, all above $100 free," Electra said.

It dawned on me that I'd dropped a bit of money in this shop already, but so what? I was enjoying it, and I liked Electra. "Gift card, I think."

"Gift card it is," and we finished checking out.

Andrea had something on her mind. "Electra, if you don't mind my asking, where'd you get that awesome tattoo?"

"Well, thank you! South Side Art In Ink did it for me, as well as some others I've got."

"Hey, thanks for the reference. I might be looking them up soon."

"Sounds good. See you nice ladies again soon I hope?"

"You can count on it," I said as we walked out the door.

Now we were properly on our way, with my lube (and "lube shooters") and new ball gag, collar, and hood. I had no idea, really, when these might all come out to play, but I had an idea that Frank would be up for it. I just had to frame it in such a way as to have me be the "victim" in the scenario. Well, maybe more than victim, but I knew that was going to be part of our play together. I certainly did like Andrea's idea of being thrown on the bed and fucked like a whore. Role playing, right?

Shopping with Shiela

At home a few days later, Andrea was at work, and it was just Shiela and me. The gist of the conversation with Andrea a few days prior had been nearly constantly on my mind. I gave Shiela the "condensed version."

"Well, gotta say, I'm sorry I missed all that, but that's ok. I guess now I should ask what you plan to do next."

I thought for a while, how best to frame the conversation. "Well, at the core of it all, I'm gonna ask Frank to do me in the butt."

"Think he'll go for it?"

"You know, that's a very good question. I sure hope so. I can't even imagine what it'll be like, but only that I want to do it. Andrea tells me it's pretty hot," I said. "Guess I've got a question for you."

"Yeah?"

"Um..." and I lost my nerve.

"As in, 'um, have I done it?'" she asked.

"Yeah." I have an idea that it was my upbringing that made me so hesitant to ask certain questions, and I wondered how I'd frame the question to Frank. Or maybe I wouldn't.

"Yep. On more than one occasion."

"How was it? Did it hurt? Did you get off on it?"

"Oh yeah! He did me good n proper in the vag first, then lubed me up and entered my back door."

"On your back? On your knees? Straddling him cowboy style?"

"On my back. You're getting pretty inquisitive, aren't you?"

I blushed. "Yeah, I guess so. Sorry."

"No, it's not that. I welcome your questions, Meesha! You just gotta do it how you want to. Not how I do it, not how Andrea does it, not how Electra might do it."

I thought about this, and about Electra. "Ok, makes sense." I paused. "I think I'd like to do some shopping with you."

"For?"

"Skirt. Stockings. Garter belt? Nice and feminine-like."

"I think I'm with you, and I think I see where you're going, but I'm not gonna ask. But sure! I'll happily go shopping with you!"

* * *

The next morning we were driving toward one of the malls in town, with the intention of visiting a lingerie shop. It happened that this was the same store where I'd bought The Daily Fun Panties (Really! That's what the package had said!) some months ago. This time though, it wasn't for the comedy element, but for the refined, elegant woman. Something got me to wondering whether what I was seeking was a throw-back to the 1950s, but after a little reflection, I realized I didn't really care.

"Good morning, visitors!" a saleslady (I hope no one takes offence that I called her "lady") said to us when we walked in. "How can I help you?"

I determined I wasn't going to let Shiela get the better of me like Andrea had done, so I spoke up immediately. "We're looking for some classic lingerie, like a garter belt and stockings."

"Nice! That's not something many of my customers look for anymore! May I ask if this is for a wedding?"

"Sure you can ask. But no, it's not. Other special occasion," I said.

"Ok. Let's take a trip to the back," she said, turning around and talking over her shoulder. "I'm afraid I don't have much of a collection anymore, but I do have some things that might interest you.

"The stockings are easy," she said. "May I ask your measurements?"

"Well, 5' 7" and about 120 pounds. Hip size about 34, I guess."

"Stockings are much easier to choose than other lingerie." She pointed to a rack that had dozens of pairs of hose in it. "Now, garter belts. 5'7" and 120 is about a small. Right here is what I have. Some of them stretch, some don't, but there is a good deal of variety. Shall I leave you and your friend to browse and find something suitable?"