"OK, what the hell is that?" Eileen asked laughing.
"That is our Play Chair," the saleswoman said with a smile, coming up behind them. "It tends to get a reaction from everyone that comes in here."
'Here' was an upscale 'erotic boutique' in Boston. Eileen and Tom were in town for a get-away weekend and decided a visit would provide a nice bit of spice to their romantic weekend. Neither had been to the store before and didn't quite know what to expect. Just finding the place had been an adventure as it was hidden among the brownstones in a mixed use area on the fringe of the city proper. They were surprised that it was, indeed, upscale, more like a clothing boutique then an adult store, but the clothing on the racks were made of leather, PVC and lace and the accessories on the walls ran more to harnesses, floggers and dildos rather then shoes, bags and jewelry.
They were the only ones in the store, it was rather early in the morning, and the pleasant looking woman behind the counter greeted them warmly as they entered.
"Hi and welcome! You guy's have the place to yourselves so far!" she said brightly. "I'm Ann and feel free to ask me if you need any help at all."
The woman behind the counter was a bit of a surprise as well. Rather then the creepy old man they expected to find working the counter of such a store, Ann was about their age - forty something -- petite, attractive, brunette and well dressed in a sweater, short skirt and boots.
"Thanks Ann," Eileen said smiling, "We will." One of the things Tom liked about Eileen was that she always used sale's people's names when she could, and was genuinely friendly about it.
"Quiet today?" Tom asked.
"Early," Ann replied. "I don't usually see customers for a few more hours on a Saturday."
They moved off to look at the merchandise and Ann went back to her work. They giggled a little over some of the toys, touching this and that. Ann smiled and surreptitiously checked them out. She hadn't seen them before and from their actions they were both new to the store and new to the kink scene. No wedding rings, both in their forties and attractive, him tall and dark, her tall and very blonde. Nice clothes, jeans but expensive ones. Her blouse looked to be silk and the boots were real Uggs.
Tom put a pair of leather cuffs over Eileen's wrists and said, with a wink and a grin, "This might be fun for later. "
"Oh, so I'm getting tied up again," Eileen smiled back, putting her arm around him.
"At some point this weekend, you will definitely be tied up," he replied.
"Good," she said emphatically.
The moved on, not really seeing anything that interested them all that much until they passed the curtained alcove with the Play Chair. The chair was high backed with the seat divided and extending out into individual rests for each leg. The arms were attached directly to the seat back and both the arms and the legs had thick leather straps to restrain the user. A rather industrial looking motor sat beneath the seat and the whole thing was jointed in several areas to allow the user to be positioned several different ways.
"The Play Chair," Eileen laughed after Ann named it. "Why is it in like a changing room?"
"Well, it's easily the most expensive thing we sell and a lot of our customers want to try it before they spend that kind of money," she replied. "This way they get a little bit of privacy to do so, we can close the curtain."
Eileen laughed out loud, "Seriously? People actually try it out?"
"All the time," Ann smiled. "For liability reasons, a store employee has to be there and the board of health requires that you have to buy any attachments that you use but aside from that you're welcome to try it out." She looked the couple over critically, "I'm going to predict that you," she looked at Eileen, "would be the one in the chair and you're," she looked at Tom, "the dom."
"Is it that obvious?" Eileen said rolling her eyes and laughing again.
"Not really," Ann smiled, "but I've been doing this a while."
"I wouldn't have the faintest idea what to do with this thing," Tom said, chuckling himself. "Some dom I am."
"Oh, I'm sure you'd figure something out eventually, but you don't have to. That's why I'm here," Ann said with a glint in her eye. "What do you say? We couldn't ask for better timing, no one else is here to make you feel inhibited."
Tom looked at Eileen who giggled. They were pretty open minded as a couple but had never done anything even remotely like this before.
"What do you say Sugar Bear?" Tom asked her raising an eyebrow.
"I can't believe I'm saying this but sure, why not," she said, turning an appealing shade of red and giggling like a schoolgirl.
"Great!" Ann said. "You have to take off your boots first, we don't want to scuff the chair, and you'll want to take off your jeans too."
"I understand the boots," Eileen said, bending to remove them and her socks, "But why the jeans?"
"Because it wouldn't be any fun otherwise," Ann said with a Mona Lisa smile.
Eileen's heart skipped a beat at that and she almost backed out. She caught Tom's eye to see his reaction. Tom sent an unspoken, 'it's up to you' back to her and she deliberately unsnapped her jeans in response.
"Excellent," Ann said, closing the curtain as Eileen unzipped and then pushed her jeans down her long legs and off.
"You've got great legs," Ann complimented her, checking her out. "I wish mine were that long,"
Tom smiled in agreement, she certainly did, long and shapely, and the small, blue thong she wore didn't hide them at all. Eileen was surprised at herself, this was totally out of character for her but she was enjoying it.
"Sit down right here Princess," Ann said as Eileen sat.
Eileen gave a start, "Tom, did you set this up?" she asked
"No baby, not at all," he said. "Honestly."
"Why?" Ann asked.
"Oh, it's just that he calls me Princess," she said settling back into the chair and putting her feet on the rests.
"Of course he does," Ann purred as she ran a hand over Eileen's shoulder. "What else would he call you. You are a Princess."
Ann began fastening the straps starting with Eileen's ankles. She let her fingers trail up Eileen's leg to fasten the set at her thighs. She reached back and undid a catch and then pushed Eileen's legs apart, the supports swinging open and then locking with a click. Standing between her legs, almost but not quite against her body Ann fastened the straps around her wrists and then her upper arms.
"You're the Princess, Your lover here is Prince Charming but who does that make me?" and said throatily, "The Fairy Godmother or the Wicked Queen?"
Eileen began to breathe hard from the second Ann began fastening the straps around her ankles. She almost jumped out of her skin as the other woman ran her fingers up her naked thighs and experienced a delicious moment of almost terror when Ann forced her legs apart.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," repeated in Eileen's head as she closed her eyes.
Tom leaned in from the side and kissed her, her lips hot and flushed met his in almost desperation, the kiss becoming a momentary anchor for her.
"I'm here Princess," he whispered, but which is it, Wicked Queen or Fairly Godmother?"
A loud click caused them to both look up, while they were kissing, Ann had left the alcove and locked the front door. She turned the open sign to closed and sauntered back to them, pulling her sweater over her head and then fluffing her long, brown hair as she tossed her sweater aside.
"Actually, I think I'm a little of both," Ann said as she flowed across the room, "but I'm feeling very Wicked Queen-ish at the moment."
Tom couldn't recall a Wicked Queen, or a Fairy Godmother in boots, mini-skirt and a see-through bra in any of the fairy tales he grew up with but he wasn't complaining. Ann's breasts were small with surprisingly large and dark nipples showing clearly through the sheer gray fabric of her bra.
Eileen noticed them as well. Hell, she was mesmerized like a bird by a snake. For a moment she felt self conscious, her own nipples were small and pink and she worried that Tom would like Ann's larger ones better but pushed the thought aside almost as quickly as it came. He had never seemed to mind before.
"We're always dead this time of day anyways and this is my store so I decided we're closed for a little bit," Ann smiled, taking a commanding place between Eileen's legs again. "Why don't you lay back a bit Princess," she cooed and reached over her captive to move a lever on the side of the chair. "I know this isn't comfortable to sit upright in."
The chair, and Eileen, tilted back to about a forty-five degree angle. Eileen had to admit it was a lot more comfortable. The seat of the chair barely gave her anything to rest on it was so brief. Reclining shifted her weight to her back. She also realized it completely exposed her lady bits and blushed deeply, grateful for the scant coverage offered by her brief thong.
"That was a sweet kiss," Ann said, rubbing a caressing hand across Tom's back. "Why don't you keep her from getting lonely while I get a few things we're going to need. Be right back."
Ann walked off, switching her hips as she went into the back room of the store.
"Are you OK babe?" Tom asked Eileen.
"Oh my God Tommy," she gasped back. "I can't believe we're doing this!"
"Do you want to stop?"
"No," she replied. "No, not yet. I've got to admit I'm a little scared but I'm soaked! Can you see it through my panties?"
"Um, actually yes, you can," Tom grinned, looking.
The chair spread Eileen's legs wide and the brief thong she wore barely covered her sex. The different textured skin of her labia peeked from the edge along with a few stray wisps of blonde pubic hair and an elongated damp spot showed clearly in the center of the small triangle of cloth. He reached down and rubbed the spot lightly, causing her to groan.
"Don't worry Princess," he whispered, stroking her, "You say the word and this all stops."
"Excellent! You've got the motor running," Ann said throatily, coming back into the room with pink, rubbery somethings in her hands. "I brought an attachment we can try out. I think you might like it."
She returned to between Eileen's outstretched legs, put the attachments down and lightly rested the tips of her long, red nails on the insides of Eileen's knees. Eileen's eyes locked on the other woman's hands.
"Funny," she thought, I didn't notice those when we walked in here. This woman looked like a plain mousy sales clerk. My how your opinion changes when you're strapped to a chair with two people turning you on."
"Looks like the Princess is already a little wet," Ann purred. "Let's see how much we can soak those panties."
She let her nails trail halfway down Eileen's thighs, causing the girl to twitch before reaching down and fastening one of the attachments to an armature of the industrial looking motor under the chair.
"How does she like to be touched?" Ann asked Tom, "Light or firm."
