So I gave notice at the insurance company and in two weeks, I was working full-time at the adult store. I didn’t know what most items were and usually blushed when finding out.
I decided what to wear to the store that was sexy, purchasing a shelf bra. It basically just held my breasts so they would stick straight out. My nipples would show through my top, especially on a chilly day. I always wore a tight top, which Paul approved, and even pinched both nipples, his first chance.
“I knew you’d know how to dress to increase business in an adult-only store.”
Paul made it clear I was also joining in the game nights that had moved to this location. I’d work five days a week at the store, one night a week game playing, and once a month join the Dominion activities.
My first week at the store, I loved being groped, and was almost expecting it. Paul clarified I shouldn’t have sex with store customers. Sometimes he brought customers in and they immediately said something about my breasts or ass. He always smiled and often put his arm around me after he’d watched them grope me. I think having customers grope me turned him on as much as me.
I wore a very short skirt, and my panties were thongs. If I bent over just right, my butt cheeks showed. Most people appreciated getting to view a nice round butt in an adult store. Everyone except the female customers who came in with a spouse or boyfriend. Several women demanded they leave the store when their men saw my ass hanging out. I was called a slut, whore, or worse, daily. Usually, I handed those men a business card about game nights. The women would rip it up, so I usually did this secretly. The men would smile and nod their heads that they understood the card was just for them.
Everyone also questioned what type of bra I was wearing, if any. We went into the dressing room, and occasionally, they took pictures of my bra and breasts. The lesbians regularly touched my nipples as they hung over the shelf bra. It didn’t matter if it was a man or woman who touched me. I loved the attention when my breasts were being fondled, standing still, and touching no one.
This was the perfect job I was definitely in my element.
We sold many bras like I wore and we had a hard time keeping them in stock. One of the more popular items I sold was a strap-on. It was a toss-up whether more men or women bought them. I was pretty sure that I would use it someday. Hopefully, I would get fucked instead of me fucking someone else. The store sold a large supply of artificial cocks in a variety of sizes.
Whenever Paul was in the store, he wanted me to call him Master or Sir.
Three men were talking to him just inside the entrance. “Suzanne, get the calendar in my office for game nights.”
When I returned and handed it to him, he grabbed the back of my head, clutching a handful of hair. “I wanted them to know you’re a good girl.”
I wasn’t sure what I’d done wrong. Paul instructed one man to lock the front door while he was pushing me to my knees by controlling my head of hair.
“From now on, you either call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’. Every chance you get, do you understand, Red?”
He jerked my head when I didn’t answer as fast as he wanted.
“Yes Sir,” I shouted.
With that, he slapped me and advised me to never raise my voice to him if I wanted to keep my job.
I stayed on my knees even after he let go of my hair, and he kept the door locked longer than expected. I went behind the counter when he finally unlocked the front door.
“I’m sorry you forced me to get rough with you earlier. Important men need to understand how I want women to act.”
The rest of the night, he acted like nothing happened. The experience excited me instead of scaring me. My pussy was wetter than normal as he scolded me in front of men.
He said he would go home with me when I left. He followed me home and then into my front door.
I kept quiet because I wasn’t sure what he expected of me.
He ordered me to sit on the edge of the couch, and he locked my front door. I felt we were a couple for the first time since we met.
He stood in front of me and said, “Lift your top so I can see the bra you made such a big hit.”
Obliging him, I lifted my top, though I did not remove it.
Smiling, he then flicked both of my nipples, then pinched them.
“Yeah, I can see why you have made them a desirable item. How many men have you shown your bra to at the store?”
“I show them to the women in the dressing room. Sometimes men might look inside.”
He pinched my nipples until my eyes watered and I drenched my panties.
“You are my slave from now on, and will address me as I described earlier. Nobody fucks you unless I am there, and I have consented. Chad can fuck you any time he wants. As long as I am present. If not for him, I don’t know if I’d want you. Don’t think you can sneak away from me.”
That night, in the bedroom, he worked out his frustrations on me. He shoved a hairbrush handle up my ass after he order me to lean over the couch. I couldn’t help but enjoy everything he did to me. It was unbelievable how my life had changed since vanilla sex with Rodney.
He liked me naked, and even when he ordered pizza from Chad, he insisted I answer the door.
Chad smiled at both of us and placed the pizza on the kitchen table.
“I see we have some new rules.”
“She is my slave and will do everything and anything I tell her.”
Chad said, “That’s good for you, and bad for me. I was hoping to still enjoy her myself.”
“Oh, I’ve already told her when I give permission, you can fuck her.”
“Thanks, man, that means I owe you big time.”
“Would you like to fuck her while I eat?” Paul asked.
“If you don’t mind, I would love to, especially while you watch,” Chad said.
Things were changing quickly in my life, I thought for the better. Each of these sexy men did things to my body that I loved.
“We don’t have proper equipment here, however, you loved when I fucked your ass last time in the kitchen,” Chad said. He quickly undressed and motioned for me to come to him.
I did as they both watched, and Chad shoved my head at his enormous cock. At least if Paul wanted me to please someone, I was glad it was to this cock.
For over several hours, I sucked his cock and watched him assault my hairless pussy. Finally, he dressed, thanked Paul, as if in one last gesture he shoved the hairbrush up my ass. He left without another word, leaving the brush inside me.
Paul said, “Leave it in there. I will remove it when I am done eating.”
It was impossible to sit or move around with the brush inside my ass. So limited to standing or laying on my stomach, I watched him eat.
Paul knew I loved the Tit Torture game, so he played it none stop without cards. We had brought a few items with us. He handcuffed my wrist to a bedpost more for looks than a restraint. He’d shown me a button that released the lock. I never got out of the cuffs. Something I’d never seen clamped my nipples. We connected the clamps to a chain around my neck. Every time he woke up, he flicked one or both of my nipples, which woke me as well. I slept very well that night.
When morning arrived, I realized I was in a unique position. My legs were above my head, hooked to bedposts.
I wasn’t sure how long I’d been in this exposed position. Paul wasn’t in the room, but when he appeared, he smiled, seeing I was wide awake.
“What a magnificent view. Did you have fun last night?” asked my Master.
“Yes, Sir!”
“We have time to play before going into work for the day.”
My response pleased him very much. He grabbed the belt with the strength of a baseball batter. He swung it at my bare ass.
I couldn’t help but let out a loud scream. This made him visibly unhappy with me. Before I knew it, he had produced a ball gag and showed it to me.
“Don’t make me use this, Red. You need to always stay quiet. I think you are a Good Girl, then you make a noise like that.”
Knowing there was no way I could say red light with this ball in my mouth, I became more submissive. He saw the mess my pussy was making on the bed when he turned me on. I was cumming more than ever.
He hit me more times, then used the same brush on me. There were times he shoved it so far up my ass, or my slut hole, as he called it, that I thought I would lose control. But still, I kept cumming. As he removed the clamps on my nipples, it seemed like he was removing part of me. They had been on so long that it pulled my tits toward him while he was undoing it. He slapped my breasts from both sides.
I loved the way it turned me on. In fact, without even thinking about it, I pleaded for more. “Oh, Master, please show my breasts you are the boss? They need to know it is you.”
“My pleasure, my slutty slave.” He even jiggled my breasts more than usual. He knew I loved to watch as his hands lifted and dropped both my breasts.
With both hands, he cuffed my face and kissed me so hard it was more than obvious to me that he was serious about me belonging to him.
“Before we leave for work,” Paul said. He stuck his dick in my mouth and used my head like a fuck toy until he came inside me. “Swallow, all of it.” He lifted my chin to watch as I did so.
After we showered together, if you could call it that, he told me to pack a couple of bags.
I said, “What should I pack?”
“Whatever you need for a couple of days. You will go home with me after work tonight.”
I was on top of the world. He wanted me to be his slave. And he was allowing Chad, who had the biggest cock I’d ever seen, to pleasure me.
I saw women flirt with Paul all day long. But they also saw him pinch my nipples or have his hand under my skirt. I had never had a better job. I’d never go back to sitting in a cubicle for an insurance company.
His house was like a mansion compared to mine, and it was in a remote area. Every room was wide opened with ceiling to floor windows. I was lucky to have these opportunities. We were a match made in heaven. I’d do anything he asked of me.
One night, he said, “You have been curious about the strap-on. How about I show you how they feel tonight?”
I was ecstatic with excitement. “Sir, I would love that.”
He showed me a row of different size artificial cocks. “Which one do you want me to use?”
“Where will you be putting it?”
“In your ass and your slut hole.”
So I contemplated, with Chad’s enormous cock in mind. We discussed it without mentioning Chad. I picked next to the largest in this well-organized BDSM closet.
The strap on was one of the best experiences I have had. This was an artificial cock that could go forever. This was one of the best inventions I’ve ever heard of. We could be in any position my Master desired.
“I take it you are a fan of the strap on.”
“Yes Sir I am, but you know I will always love your cock in my mouth.”
The next morning my Master awakened me, pinching my nipples and saying. “Your breakfast is ready!”
With that, he thrust my head into his groin. His cock now inflated, like I’d never seen before. I had my breakfast in bed, just like I loved. Some remained on me throughout the day. This way, it always reminded me of who I belonged to.
The next week they reminded me I needed to take part in Game Night.
I arrived with Paul like I should.
They replaced the cards with a new version. I still loved all the tit torture, then I drew a card I didn’t understand.
Everyone else seemed to be familiar with what it meant, and were smiling.
Finally, Paul announced, “You are supposed to go get in my car and wait for me.” I did as ordered, my top was off, he told me it didn’t matter, go without it.
He soon joined me in his Jeep, and we drove for maybe ten minutes. When we stopped, he had some fun with my pussy before telling me to meet him behind the Jeep. Completely naked, I met him back there. He had a belt, and he said, “You are very flexible. Lean against the Jeep and look down. I want you to hold your breasts. And don’t make a sound.”
I did as I was told. He swung the belt so hard I think I peed a little, but I didn’t make a sound.
“Now, for your ultimate test. If you want to keep your status as my slave, you need to find your way back to my house on foot. I know you don’t have shoes or clothes, that’s what makes this so enjoyable. If you make it back to the house without catching a ride or getting arrested by dawn, I will stay your Master for life.”
My mouth had to be open, no clue where I was. How would I find my way to his mansion?
“What happens if I don’t make it in time?”
“You won’t have a job or a Master, you will go back to just slutty Suzanne, with red hair.”
So there I was, naked and along some dirt road. I tried to use the stars as a compass. I walked for hours, peeing in the bushes as needed. A few times I needed to hide from cars passing. My feet hurt, and I felt completely humiliated. I didn’t think anyone could humiliate me worse than what I had already been through. Walking barefoot in the middle of nowhere had its turn on though. It was possible cameras were planted to watch me. I gave them a show if they were. When I ran, I let my boobs bounce. When I was walking, I pulled on my nipples. If I stopped for a break, I made myself cum with my own hands. Though I craved Paul’s, mine would do for the time being.
A glimpse of Paul’s house appeared just before dawn. I was running as fast as I could, this time holding my breasts. I’d never been competitive, but I deserved to win this fucking game. As I approached, I could hear voices cheering me on. The entire game room participants were waiting for me.
Paul had a huge smile on his face. “You made it, Red. For the rest of your life, you will be my slave. After you clean up and rest, you will get a prize.”
I was so happy Paul wanted me so badly. I couldn’t wait to see what I was getting. After I had rested, we went downstairs as promised, and a tattoo artist was waiting.
“I am having you tattooed so everyone knows who you belong to.”
To me, it was a perfect prize.
Above my ass now is a Tramp Stamp.
PAUL’S FUCK TOY
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