1. Taking the sluts shopping


    Date: 3/18/2015, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, Bi-sexual, Bondage and restriction, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Humiliation, Slavery, Author: Nightside, Rating: 100, Source: sexstories.com

    legs slightly, pressing the first ball along her slit. I could see the concentration on her face as she fought not to moan. Once the ball was coated enough with her juices, she pushed it up into her. She stifled her moan, her eyes closing, her body shaking a bit. Once it was firmly seated inside of her, she started lubing the second ball, taking significantly less time to get it ready. I smiled at her whimpered moan as her vagina stretched to accept the two balls. She stood shivering for a minute as her body adjusted. Finally, she stood straight, her legs closed, and opened her eyes to look at me. I could see her juices starting to coat her thighs. “That’s a good girl. Put your shirt on now, so we can get back to shopping.” I turned back to the clerk, who was staring at Gail. “So, we are good?” The clerk nodded, her gaze still on Gail, who had dressed and was making her way back toward us. I chuckled, hearing the telltale clacking and soft chimes as she moved. I picked up both the full and empty boxes and headed for the door. “A pleasure doing business with you, ma’am,” I said, my pets in tow. I kept my pace casual as I led our merry troop to the shoe store down the way. The sounds locks clicking, balls clacking, and chimes ringing followed me, along with heavy breathing and the occasional whimper. I almost laughed in glee when I turned around at the door to the shoe store I had selected and motioned for the two to enter in front of me. Gail’s face was a mask of controlled ...
    anguish, flushed from her arousal and from the embarrassment of it. She looked relieved as I told her to take a seat, then moaned and shivered as her weight settled on the hard plastic surface, pushing the balls even deeper and more firmly into her. I leaned in and whispered to her, “You may cum as often as you like, my little slut. Just know that if you do, and you are too loud about it, everyone around will know.” I stood up and enjoyed the look of mixed relief and horror on her face as she looked around. I motioned Mike to sit, at well before the salesman walked up. “Good morning, folks. My name is Alan. How can I help you today?” he said cheerily. I smiled and offered my hand, which he shook. I then indicated the two seated. “I need new shoes for these two. A low, strappy sandal for her, I think. Just enough to say that she’s wearing shoes if someone asks. For him, I want a nice, low heeled boot. Two, maybe three inch heel, and mid-calf.” Alan nodded and kept smiling as if nothing were out of the ordinary. Mike blushed but was quiet. Gail, I think, was still too preoccupied to be paying us much attention at the moment. The salesman pulled a stool over, sitting in front of Gail with the measurement plate. She lifted her foot mechanically, whimpering again as the balls shifted with her movement. When Alan noticed her bare feet and the cuffs, he frowned a little, but said nothing. He measured both of Gail’s feet, making no attempt to hide his looking up her dress, then moved ...
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