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Sarah looked first one way up the city street and then the other. Nobody was paying any attention to her as she stood with her back to the wall, and she saw nobody around who would recognize her. This was hardly surprising, as she knew nobody in this part of the country. She had only to cross the street and slip into the shop, it was that simple.
But it wasn't simple at all: she was so nervous. She passed the shop every day and each time she wondered what it was like inside. Today she had decided to find out. Taking a deep breath, she tried to look casual as she walked across the road, keeping her eyes straight ahead as she quickly entered the door with the sigh above reading, 'What's Your Fetish?'
It took a minute for her to get her bearings; it was larger inside than she had thought. Aisles and shelves stretched away from her just like any other store, but this one was filled with items of leather, rubber, and lace. Sex toys and magazines, DVDs, and things that she had no idea about filled every space. It appeared she was the only customer, in fact, there didn't seem to be anybody else in the shop at all.
'Oh well, I'm here now, I may as well make the most of it,' she thought, and slowly made her way down the rows of adult toys.
Megan watched the young woman make her way around the shop, trying to look casual, and obviously a browser. In Megan's experience there were three kinds of browsers; first there were the friends together; male or female, out for a good time giggling at the sex toys. Second, there were the solos; mostly men trying to inject some excitement into their lives, and third, there were the curious; the ones who would like to try something different, something exciting and kinky but needed a push. This woman was one of the third kind. Self-conscious and naive, she wanted the excitement, but she was embarrassed to admit it.
Walking further into the shop, Sarah jumped when she suddenly heard a voice.
"Hi, I'm Megan."
Looking over toward the counter, she saw a young girl of around twenty years old sitting on a stool watching her. She didn't really want to interact with anyone, but she had been raised to be polite. "Hello, I'm Sarah, Sarah with an H," she replied shyly.
"Well Sarah with an H, if you need any help just shout or pout, and I'll be right there."
"Um, thank you." Sarah turned away to hide the embarrassment she felt at being seen in a fetish store, even though it was only by a stranger. Strolling down the aisle, she pretended to be interested in, and knowledgeable about, the items in front of her. What she saw were magazines with titles such as 'Bound to Please', and 'Hogtied', their covers showing photos of women bound in various situations. She had never seen, or even imagined such things, and as she studied the pictures she was surprised to find her breathing had quickened, and a tingle had begun between her thighs.
Feeling rather self-conscious, she moved away from the magazines and found herself confronted with a glaringly white mannequin enmeshed in shiny black leather straps. The straps encircled the torso, crisscrossing the impossibly perky breasts, around the waist, and over the shoulders. A strap was even pulled tight through the crotch. They were all linked together by a chrome metal ring at the navel.
The wrists and ankles were cuffed, again in leather, and chained together. But the thing that most fascinated Sarah was the head harness. A large red rubber ball was held against the mannequin's partly open mouth by thin straps that seemed to imprison the bald head. Almost subconsciously, Sarah reached out and lightly ran her fingertips over the strap holding the ball gag.
Pretending to read a magazine, Megan watched the stunning blond inspect the bondage display. What she saw was an incredibly good looking woman in her late twenties with rather large breasts on her slim frame. She was tall, with long shapely legs, but it was the eyes that captivated Megan: the large deep blue orbs seemed to draw her in and pull her into another world. She had to mentally shake herself to gain control, and as she studied her, it was clear that Sarah with an H was finding the whole BDSM display fascinating. It was also clear to Megan's experienced eye that the woman had never come across anything quite like this shop before. A smile appeared on her face at the thought that this one was ripe to have some fun with.
The leather felt surprisingly soft as Sarah's fingers moved over the mannequin's face, her hand was shaking as she came into contact with the ball.
"Would you like to try it?"
Sarah jumped again at the sound of the voice, and then blushed when she realized that her mouth was wide open, mimicking what it would be like if the ball gag was between her lips. "Wh...I...I'm sorry?" she stuttered.
"Are you a top, or a bottom?" Megan asked.
Sarah had no idea what the girl was talking about, but she didn't want to appear completely naïve so she took a stab at an answer. "Um, I'm a top," she replied. Somehow 'top' seemed preferable to 'bottom'.
"Me too," Megan said as she came up and stroked the nearly naked mannequin in a very sensual manner. "It's a shame really; we don't get many subs in here by themselves. Do you have your own sub?"
Sub? What sub? Did she mean a submarine? A sandwich? This was all getting a little too confusing for Sarah. "Um, no, no I don't," she said, hoping her answer was correct.
"I see, so did you want to try it?" Megan asked again.
"Try it?"
"The harness, would you like to try the harness?" Megan let her hand rest on the shoulder of the mannequin.
"Err, no. It's okay, I'm just browsing really."
"It's quite alright; I can see you like it. We can't expect to get the right reaction from our subs if we don't know what things feel like for them."
'There she goes again, speaking gibberish,' Sarah thought. She looked at Megan as she tried to think of an excuse to leave the shop and saw an incredibly pretty girl dressed completely in black: stockings, heavy boots, a short skirt, and a leather vest. Even her lipstick was black; the only concession to color was her mauve eye shadow and her bright red hair. A gold stud in her nose and silver rings through her bottom lip and eyebrow seemed like an attempt to detract from her lovely face.
As Sarah was about to speak, Megan smiled. The effect was amazing as her whole face seemed to light up, and Sarah thought it would be impossible to be unhappy if you saw that smile.
She was still gazing at Megan as she became aware that she was moving. Megan was holding her arm and leading her through the shop towards a door to the rear. She didn't want to go, but thought to refuse would be rude, so she allowed herself to be guided through the door. And though she didn't want to admit it, even to herself, she was a little excited.
It was clearly a stock room: boxes and packages were stacked everywhere. Megan began searching through the goods and at the same time she chattered to Sarah, "You're not local are you?"
"Not originally, no. I lived with my father up in the north until he died, I moved here just a couple of weeks ago. I was hoping to find work, but it's as hard down here as where I came from," she replied.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll find something, and I'm sorry about your dad. Don't you have anyone else? A boyfriend? What about brothers or sisters?"
"No, I'm afraid not, just little old me. I was thinking I might meet somebody down here in the big city, but so far..." she shrugged to indicate she had had no luck yet. She didn't want to reveal how she had found David, her boyfriend, with her best friend in her own bed.
Megan turned to her with a large shallow box cradled in her hands. "Right, I think this is what we're looking for," and there was that smile again. She removed the lid from the box and lifted out a web of leather straps and shiny buckles. "Okay, if you'll just take off your jacket."
Sarah was unsure now; this was all getting a bit weird. "Oh, no, look if you don't mind I really should go."
