(Author's Note; Though the story is complete within itself it is a sequel to Silver Buckles if you want to read that story.)
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The tinny bell echoed in the crowded interior as the young couple entered the shop and gasped at the goods they saw stocked on the shelves or on offer. The air seemed to be filled with the musty smell of dust, old polish and beneath this an unusual and repellent odour that neither could work out. Yet every surface seemed to sparkle and beckon to their weary eyes. Looking about them the couple saw highly polished wood, gleaming Moroccan leather lounges and chairs and deeper in the shop they made out boots and other leather clothing.
Gasping the black haired woman grasped her partner's arm and pulled him towards the leather clothing she saw in the back. Her pale face painted a shade of white relieved by dark red lipstick and black eyeliner, her hair was greasy and long though tied back in a single braid. A silver stud pierced her nose and she wore a black waistcoat that struggled to hold her large white breasts inside it, her legs were sheathed in black jeans and a pair of Doc Marten's boots. In fact anyone seeing her would have correctly labelled her of that cultural tribe called Goths.
Her partner was a scruffy young man also clothed in black who was almost unhealthily slim and clad similarly in black. His fine face covered in unkempt hair and a dark stubble over his chin and cheeks. He seemed both innocent and corrupted by the world. What was easily known was that the woman was the dominant partner in this couple.
"Michael this place is a treasure house," the woman declared in awe.
"Whatever," the man mumbled though he also felt that the shop was very different to the ones they usually went to.
"Whatever, just look at this stuff," the young woman said as she lovingly touched the tooled leather corsets and boots.
"Annie! You don't really need it you've got enough leather stuff," Michael said despairingly.
Before the woman could say anything a sharp step echoed on the wooden floorboards. It almost seemed to be like the step of a horse however the steps seemed to be unusual almost halting. As the steps ceased a slim elderly man stood in front of them. As he looked at the young and it must be said oddly attractive couple he licked his lips and combed the trimmed goatee beard with his fingers. He wore a flowery waist coat, white shirt and tight black trousers.
"Customers, can I help you madam, sir. We are purveyors of fine and often exotic goods and leather work. What do you wish?" the man said with a light tenor.
As he stepped forward both of them noticed he seemed to walk on tiptoes as though he was dancing in a ballet. Though friendly there was a sense of unpleasant mischief that he radiated. Looking at the woman he smiled engagingly and stepped forward.
"The young lady has excellent taste," he said softly as he took from her hands the black corset in them," Perhaps you would wish to try it on."
The woman licked her lips and continued to stroke the leather as though she was stroking a living thing that seemed to whisper to her body of things forbidden. She took a step towards the man and felt her body tingling. She felt her cunt growing wet and she was virtually aching for a cock to be thrust into her body. Beside her Michael stirred restlessly and was growing increasingly worried about how Annie was acting in this place.
"Annie we really don't need it," the man said petulantly.
As he spoke Annie started and the corset fell from her hands onto the floor only to have it quickly picked up by the storekeeper. Glancing at the young man the older man smiled lazily and with an unspoken menace.
"Perhaps the young sir is right that these things are not what you want but can I show you other things that may be of interest. Items of a more risqué nature," the elderly man said as he took both Micheal's and Annie's arms and began to lead them towards the darkened back of the shop.
Annie leading with a dragging Michael with her followed quickly. Pulling a draw-string that turned on a light into a small room hidden from entrance the old man entered with the woman still holding onto Michael following and marvelled at what it held. Mesmerised she touched the leather and metal instruments smelling the scent of metal and leather polish they gave off. The sight and smell of them excited her and she felt her body responding to what she wanted.
Her hand ran lovingly over whips, quirt or crops that looked both beautiful and cruel, helmets that gagged and blinded their wearer completely featureless helmets robbing their wearer of their identity. There were things that she could not even guess at and finally she came to a combination of leather strips of about eight inches long pierced with metal loops along it's length. Picking it up she smelt again the rich smell of polished leather and the sharp acid tang of metal and what almost seemed to be the taste of control and desperation.
"Ah yes the Extender and excellent choice," the older man purred.
"The Extender?" Annie queried.
"Oh yes a form of cock ring but where there is only one ring this device has many to hold the man hard and rigid, two of the loops fit about the man's balls holding it in place. I am told the rubbing metal of the rings has a most pleasurable sensation on a woman's nether regions," the man spoke archly," When she is ready she releases the rings about the balls and the man will flood cum into her hole which ever one she wishes to use.
