The walls shimmer with toys, the odd shapes all designed to induce torture and pleasure. I feel my cunt tingle under my short mini skirt and wonder if the people around me can smell my scent. There’s a bench in the middle of the room, it’s padded and has an arrangement infront of it for a victim to hold onto. I gulp.

Inching along I hover at the elbow of my Master, unsure how he wants me to act in this setting. He glances at me and smiles appreciatively. Turning back to the rack of toys he gestures to a vibrator that is mushroom shaped.

“What do you think, Adein?” His hand cups my jaw gently, caressing behind my ear. I look from the toy to his face, drinking in his beauty.

“I’m sure it would make me quiver in your hands, Sir.” I lean my face more against his palm, relishing the warmth. But he slips his hand away, and starts to peruse through the whips and floggers. Elation and apprehension flood through my belly, the tendrils slipping through my body and turning to ice as I think of the pain. I lean forward gently, setting my hands on a counter containing lubrications. I check around, and don’t see anyone directly looking at me, so I pinch my nipple through my button-up shirt and clamp my mouth closed over the moan. My finger tip traces my plump nipple, I revel in how plump it is; before I met Master my body never betrayed me this explicitly.

He looks over at me, glances up and down my form, taking in my hand clasping my breast and my legs set just far enough apart so my lips don’t constantly rub together. He smiles, knowing how confused I am, knowing that I desperately want this but still feel sinful. He gestures to me, and I slip around the counter to stand next to him, staring into his eyes with longing and respect.

“Still feeling guilty?” I catch my breath, and nod, my pigtails slipping forward to rest on my breasts. “Then perhaps I should show you this is your true haven?” I gulp, my eyes glancing from him to the padded bench, to the flogger in his hands and back to him. I periferially take in other customers in the store, and feel the pressure in my ovaries of desire to explore this scene.

“Please, Master.”

He gestures to the padded leather bench, I step forward and slip forward into it’s confines. My belly pressing into the leather, my hands clasping the framework infront of me, grateful for someting to hold. Then Master pushes my thighs wider, flipping my mini skirt up onto my hips, revealing my cunt and asshole to the entire store. His hand grips my ass appreciatively, caressing the welt marks that he had left on me last night. I see the store keeper cross over from his desk to stand by Master.

“How long have you had her, sir?”

“Two weeks. I found her in the erotic section in Powells... practically begged me to take her right there.”

“She seems to be responding well, sir. She seems to have a delicious mixture of pride and desire to serve. Would you like to borrow some lubrication?”

My insides turn over several times as I hear this praise, a warm feeling sneaking up through my torso as my Masters’ approval is apparent. I hear the breaking open of a package, and shiver, bracing myself for the unexpected, reveling in that this is what I’ve always wanted.

The storekeeper crosses back to where my Master stands, behind me, and I hear him murmur approval at Sirs’ choice of toy.

“Would you like some help, sir?” My heart skips a beat, wondering what is being offered. The idea of someone else’s hands touching me when I’m so vulnerable... my ovaries quiver in excitement. My Masters’ gentle hand touches my hip, and I lean forward and thrust my hips upward, in a sign of acceptance.

“Yes, I think that would be acceptable. Here, put your hands here....” unfamiliar hands grip either side of my buttox, spreading them apart to push my asshole up into the cold air.

Another man strolls over from his shopping and stops to view me, I can see his slacks in front of me. I hope that I please him, to hear him give my Master praise... I feel my body quiver, my asshole tighten in excitement.

I hear my Master croon gently. “Yes, yes I think she likes this a lot. I’ll just slide this in here...” And the gentle pressure of a butt plug is placed on my asshole, I relax my body to receive this gift. My sphincter stretches, drawing in the soft plastic, rubbing my tunnel as it enters and pushing it aside to rest in me. The plug is not enormous, but something I would choose to wear for to school. “Now, sir, if you would be so kind to push her shirt up...” The stranger in front of me leans forward, and starts to tug on my shirt. I push myself up gently, trying to lessen the tension. His hands slip under my torso and deftly undoes a button or two, and then brings the rest of the shirt up to my shoulders. I feel my back sloping back to my ass, the curves on my hips pronouned as my legs are spread farther apart. My ass gently pulsates around the plug. I also feel my mound twitch, raised up in offering. “Yes, now... give me that one. The green and black one, thank you....”

Master steps off to the left side, and my body tightens in anticipation of the strike. It comes, a soft leather cat-o’-nine tails across my butt. The plug shoves farther in, rubbing the soft tender tissues. The pain floods through my body, sinking down into my legs, the sting hightening my sense of vulnerability and submission. I drop my head forward, and try to spread my legs in appreciation. “Thank you, Sir.” He strikes again, up on my back, stinging across and flooding up into my shoulders. “Thank you, Master.”

I wait for the next one, wondering where it will be, releshing the sensations of the bench under me and the plug in me. The eurphoric waves wash through me, tingling as they pass over the flogging marks. To my surprise, it is not the flogger that strikes me next, but rather my Masters’ hand, rough and demanding. He’s shoving the but plug farther in, and pulling it out roughly. My sphincter reacts desperately, stretching and relaxing. The waves sink into my clit, pulsating hungrily. “Oh Master, thank you, Master.”

I hear my Master say something to the store keeper, but I can’t comprehend what it means, I’m still reveling in the rough sensations of the butt plug moving in me. Then my Masters’ hands leave me, to be replaced by the store keepers’. He’s even rougher, shoving the plug into my ass so far it feels like the plug is touching my belly, then rotating it out and around to stretch my tunnel... oh god. I feel my mound pulsate, begging for any attention. I feel his breath on my cunt, this man I dont know. I gasp, his breath just hovering on my begging mound. “Oh please! please please please!” And his mouth descends upon my clit, ravaging it as he is rough housing my ass. My body reacts, tightening under his attention, expanding in elation as he bites my clitoris. I feel his palm resting on the plug, shoving it in deeper. The warm sensations explode, leaking down into my legs. I feel myself quivering and he murmurs his approval into my cunt as his tongue licks into my tunnel. I quiver, the pleasure rolling over in my belly.

Then the strike comes, up by my armpits, just bellow where my shirt lies. The lines of pleasure and pain sear across me, my head spinning in ecstacy. The shopkeeper savagely bites my cunt, teasing me and the ball of pleasure explodes into his mouth, my whole body contracting to enhance the pleasure. My ass tightens on the plug, I feel the soft anal liquid squirting out. I catch my breath, “oh thank you Sir, thank you, oh god, thank you!”

My Masters’ soft hands grabs the plug, gently shoving aside the shopkeepers’. He pulls it out, letting my anal tunnel relax and contract. I sigh, feeling empty. The shopkeeper is gently rolling his tongue up and down my folds, sucking the clit, back down into my tunnel, fondling each fold with his tongue.

But Masters’ cock is at my entrance, is pushing into my ass, demanding I accept him into me. I groan, feeling my entrails submit to bring him into myself. I moan loudly, feeling my body start to cum. Master grabs my pigtails, pulling my head back and shoving my breasts into the leather bench. He’s pounding my ass, roughly, rotating his hips to change the angle. The shopkeeper is below me, murmuring delight as he nibbles my clit.

My Master repositions himself, shoving his wonderful, beautiful cock deeper into me. His hands grip both my pigtails, the pinpricks of sensation biting through my being. “My little redhead, my little slut... yes, mine to take!” He roars as he shoves himself to deep into me. My world disolves, my orifices contracting, tightening spasmatically around my Master, I squirt onto the shopkeepers’ face. The world swirls around me, the pleasure seeping down into my fingertips and nose. I groan, trying to form words of thanks for my Master.

He gently slides himself from my ass, rubbing my flank as he does. The shopkeeper is gently licking up the rest of my cum from my pussy, the soft tendrils leaking through to his tongue.

“You were right, she’s a wonderful delight, Marcus. She’ll be a pleasure to train.” My insides flop, half surprised so hear my Master addressed so informally.

“Yes, well, I told you when I called to say I’d be making a visit today that you’d find her exquisite. You’ll have to come over sometime, actually double penetrate Adeine with me.” He gently pats my flank, flipping my school girl’s skirt back over my ass.

The other man speaks, “I always enjoy coming here... seems like someone is always experimenting with the new toys...” His voice trails off in a soft twist of appreciation.

I slip off the stool, my head still half spinning. I find my Masters’ slacks, I twist my hand around his thighs and barry myself in the soft fabric, smelling him.

His hand finds my head and he sinks down to kneel beside me, kissing behind my ear and fondling my breasts. “Good girl... you did very well... I’m proud of you.”