2. How much is that Slut in the Window?
Alex was on the far side of the cash desk, but started walking over to
inspect me at closer quarters. Kenny intervened, waggling a finger. "Uh uh,
Alex, you agreed she belongs to us now. Why don't you go off and do your errands
while we take care of little Alison."
To my surprise Alex yielded to his friend, although reluctantly. My
boyfriend had given me to a sex shop! Perhaps they operated a brothel here, I
began to wonder.
"Do you trust me?" Alex asked me from across the magazine racks that
separated us.
I hesitated, then nodded.
Sally had wrapped the chain links of my leash several times around her
hand, suspecting I might be about to make a dash for my master. She tugged
sharply on it to remind me who was boss.
Sensing my anxiety Alex's eyes betrayed his excitement. "Are you going
to be a good girl?" He asked, though it was more a threat.
I nodded again, no knowing what else to do. I'd given myself completely
to Alex over the last few months. Whenever he told me to do something, I did it.
I'd never been so happy or felt so secure (in all senses). Submitting to him had
become my joy. The thought of losing all that scared me. I didn't think he'd
risk it either.
Sally pushed me towards a door in the wall-to-wall cupboards. When she
opened the door I saw it was not a dark cupboard as I feared. Oh no, much worse
than that - it was the window display. She bent down and attached a narrow
spreader bar to my ankles while I looked out the window. I wasn't facing the
street, but rather the passageway that led from the sidewalk to the shop's door.
It meant I could only be seen if somebody walked into the doorway from the
street.
THE WINDOW DISPLAY
I felt Sally unlock my handcuffs from behind me, but that wasn't such
good news because I had already seen where my hands were destined: Two leather
cuffs hung from chains high above my head.
Sally brooked no resistance from me as she lifted each wrist in turn and
buckled them into the cuffs, so they were held high and wide. Her body pressed
against my back as she did this. I could feel her warmth and I swear I felt her
nipples against my bare shoulder blades. She was teasing me - very effectively.
That was just my luck - my first lesbian experience would take place in a shop
window on a Saturday afternoon!
"She looks a little colorless." Kenny shouted over to Sally. "Her cheeks
need a little more red in them."
"True," Sally replied. "Can you pass me an applicator?"
It seemed a strange time to be putting on more makeup. I could hear the
conversation, but bound as I was, I couldn't turn around to see them. Moments
later I found out what they meant by the applicator. A paddle came down sharply
on my buttocks. My little leather skirt proving no better at protecting me than
it was at preserving my modesty.
More stinging blows on my buttocks followed, all delivered by Sally I
think, each slap accompanied by an encouraging cheer from the men in the shop. I
was close to tears when she finally stopped.
Sally caressed me from behind again. I got the impression she'd been as
worked up by the beating as I was. With her arm folded around my belly, holding
me against her, she kissed me tenderly, just below the ear and the strap of my
gag-harness. Feeling her luscious lips on my neck was really doing something to
me. I had no doubt that both sets of my cheeks were a glorious shade of red.
Having got me all hot and bothered, Sally left me alone. I heard the
door close, and the general hubbub from the shop went suddenly silent. If I
couldn't hear them, it meant they couldn't hear my noises either. My ass was
stinging and there was nothing I could do about it.
I tugged on the chains holding up my arms, wondering how securely they
were fixed. It all seemed pretty solid. I looked up and saw my wrist cuffs were
chained to a concrete ceiling joist. The solidity of the structure made me sense
this wasn't a casual one-off setup arranged just for me. Other people had also
had this public humilation, I was sure of it.
Alex was on the other side of the glass having just left the shop.
Standing directly in front of me with his arms folded, he looked very pleased
with himself. He pointed to his watch and circled his finger around it twice,
then clearly mouthed the words 'I love you' and blew me a kiss as he headed in
the direction of my car.
His signal meant either two minutes, two hours or twenty four hours. At
least it confirmed that he was coming back for me. It couldn't possibly be in
only two minutes. Surely it couldn't be twenty four hours - we were visiting
Alex's parents tomorrow morning. It had to be two hours I concluded. Two long
hours! I tugged angrily on my wrist cuffs annoyed with myself for getting into
such a fix.
Sally and Guy came out the shop doorway to inspect me, standing on the
other side of the window. She seemed to be pointing out various parts of my
anatomy and the clothes I wore. She was also pointing at something to the side
of me.
"Is that good?" Sally said, just to tease me. Of course I couldn't hear
her, but I could read her lips easily enough. My protests in return were
rendered meaningless by my ballgag and the plate glass window between us.
This wasn't how I expected to spend my afternoon. I was kind of hoping I
could return to the backroom and play with the sex toys for a couple of hours. I
was angry. I shook my head violently and glared at them. For some reason they
thought that was very funny. Then they went back to work, leaving me feeling
like a goldfish in a bowl, a live exhibit to greet the shop's customers.
The first visitor arrived almost as soon as Sally went back in the shop.
I found I was useless at standing still, particularly with my ass still smarting
and the butt-plug irritating me, making me wiggle my ass in search of relief.
For a while I was mortified when a customer looked at me, then I started
to tug on my chains and tried to communicate with them. My damsel-in-distress
act made them smile and that in turn made me feel better, and somehow less
embarrassed. It took a while to realize that all that writhing around with my
spread legs had caused my leather mini-skirt to ride up. I wasn't wearing
anything underneath so my neatly trimmed pussy got a very public airing. No
wonder the customers were walking into the shop with smiles on their faces!
As I gazed around my window display I discovered what Sally had been
pointing out to Guy. To my left was a nicely printed board with a price list
showing everything I was wearing:
Waist-cincher - $74
Stockings - $9
Nipple clamps - $14.50
Ball-gag - $65
Butt-plug - $22
Spreader bar - $80
Suspension bar and cuffs - $90
Mini skirt - $60
Opera gloves - $95
Slave collar - $130
However, the last two items on the list cheered me up a little...
Little slut - priceless
Shoes - little slut's own
It was typical Alex humor. Two hours of public humiliation in exchange
for a pair of shoes that cost the equivalent of a week's pay!
My arms were beginning to ache from being stretched over my head, my jaw
ached terribly, but my nipples had stopped hurting - the pain replaced by an
aching numbness. Luckily another customer, a stocky middle-aged guy, turned up
to distract me from further self-pity. I enacted my usual damsel-in-distress
routine, which had become more convincing with each minute that passed. He
smiled and took a photograph with one of those camera phones. Then he called
somebody with it. That's when I noticed his police uniform. He was nodding as he
talked into the phone, as if taking instructions from the other end.
The policeman ominously wagged his finger at me and entered the shop. I
knew I was in trouble.
A couple of minutes later, just as I expected, the door behind me
opened. Sally released my wrists from the suspended cuffs and my ankles from the
spreader bar. The cop took me to the glass-topped cash desk and bent me right
forward so my nose pressed to the glass, looking down on a collection of
multi-colored acrylic dildoes. One of the cop's big hands easily held both my
wrists together behind me.
ARRESTED
"I'm arresting you on a charge of gross public indecency. You have the
right to remain silent. Anything you do say could be used against you in a court
of law."
"Huhhhih Ahhuuh!" I yelled at him from behind my ballgag. I looked up to
see Sally and Kenny trying hard to repress a smile. I suppose they thought that
was funny. It was unbelievable. I couldn't understand why they were allowing
this to happen. Apparently I was the only person that had committed an offence.
The police-issue handcuffs ratcheted tightly around my wrists.
"Could I borrow some ankle cuffs?" The cop asked Kenny, as casually as
asking for someone a light. "I'm concerned that the prisoner might run into the
mall and scare the shoppers."
Kenny, the son of a bitch, gladly obliged. "Don't worry, Alison," he
reassured me, "we'll tell Alex what happened. I'm sure he'll have you out of
jail in no time."
As the cop led me shuffling from the shop I turned and yelled my anger
at the three of them in the shop. They just shrugged their shoulders and gave me
an embarrassed wave. I heard their laughter starting just as the door closed
behind us.
The squad car was nearby but I still had to shuffle half-naked and
shame-faced past a few bewildered shoppers. The cop had one hand holding firmly
onto my handcuffs to keep me under control, just in case I decided to run amok
amongst the shoppers. He opened the rear door of the squad car, placed the palm
of his hand firmly on my head and pushed me into the seat. Then we drove off.
I started to cry.
"Hey, hey, hey there," the cop said softly, trying to comfort me.
"You'll be released before you know it. Just sit back and behave yourself until
we get to the station." I could see his eyes reflected in the rear view mirror.
He seemed genuinely concerned about me.
What a disaster! I didn't know whether to blame Alex or the guys in the
shop. I knew Alex would never let anything bad happen to me, but I figured this
was basically his fault, as he was the one that had organized this stupid stunt.
Looking down at my body, my nipples still clamped, the corset, the
stupid micro-skirt and the stockings, I started to think the worst about what
would happen at the police station. I'd be thrown in a cell with drunkards, drug
dealers and prostitutes, still attired in all my tawdry bondage gear and wearing
this damn ballgag. They'd probably jump on me the moment the cops turned their
backs. I shivered at the prospect.
"Listen honey - I gotta go buy a dozen donuts for the guys at the
station," the cop announced. "It's a house tradition when we bring in a girl
with her tits hanging out."
We turned into a large mall car park, but he surprised me by driving
right past 'Duncan's Donuts', parking around the back in a delivery zone. Maybe
he didn't want to be seen, although surely it's no secret that cops eat donuts!
There was only one other car in the area. We parked right alongside it.
It was a very smart shiny four-door sedan in a nice maroon color. The trunk of
the car popped open by itself, released from the driver's seat, I supposed.
I didn't like this one bit. The cop's demeanor changed. Suddenly he
wasn't so friendly. I didn't believe that donut story anyhow.
"Sorry slut. Change of plan. You've not really been arrested," he
informed me. I only just managed a sigh of relief before he continued. "You've
been acquired by a cartel of white slavers. They have a taste for submissive
big-titted sluts like you."
SOLD INTO SLAVERY
"Time to get you parcelled up for transportation," he said, holding up a
large roll of silver duct tape.
He got out the car, then opened my door and pulled me out. I struggled
frantically when I saw he was taking me to the trunk of the other car. It was
like a bad dream - kidnapped and sold into slavery, just when my life had been
going so well. The cop pushed me so I was bent forward over the lip of the
trunk, held there by the bulk of his body pressed against the back of my legs. I
heard the loud ripping of duct tape behind me.
Although the car looked almost new, I was surprised to see the trunk -
my new home - was a real mess. There were shopping bags, an umbrella, magazines,
even a pair of women's shoes. It was almost as messy as my own car. Suddenly I
was bewildered, and thought I must be going mad. The junk was my own. The very
same stuff from my car's trunk, so how in hell's name could it be in this car?
"Close your eyes," the cop-turned-slavetrader instructed. I did as I was
told, prepared to meet my fate with equanimity. I'd really gone off Alex by that
stage. Yep, if being a slavegirl in a desert harem was my destiny then bring it
on! I never liked working nine to five anyhow. I waited, expecting to feel the
sticky tape pressed on my face.
"Okay, now open your eyes."
I opened them, and stared in utter disbelief. Alex was standing next to
the car, smiling in very obvious amusement at my predicament. I shuffled quickly
over to him and into his arms and burst into tears, wiping my wet cheeks on the
soft fabric of his shirt.
TRANSPORTED!
"Great work Mike. I owe you one." I heard Alex say while he hugged me
tightly to his chest.
'Mike' - that name sounded familiar. Then I remembered Alex had
occasionally mentioned a cop friend called Mike who was into the BDSM scene.
Oh... my... god! I'd been completely set up - by Alex, by Mike, and of course,
Sally and Kenny too.
"So what do think of your new car?"
I assumed Alex was talking to the cop.
"Alison... I asked what do you think of your new car?" Alex repeated.
He led me over to the driver's side and helped me to sit down. Gray
leather upholstery, Climate control, a CD player, a sunroof. I loved it, bounced
up and down in the seat, and was blubbering tears of joy and relief. Not only
was I NOT being sold into slavery but I had a new car as well!
Alex helped me out of the car and around to the passenger side.
"So, Mike. Was Alison a good girl?"
He chuckled. "Yeah, very brave I thought. That was quite a scary scene
you devised, Alex. Didn't she look damn hot tied up in the shop window?"
"Hot. You're not kidding. The last couple of hours has been for hell for
me; trying to keep my mind on negotiating for a new car while all I could think
about was Alison standing in the window!"
Mike laughed. "Hey, it's my Melanie's birthday next Saturday and she
wants to be in the window again. Kenny has fantastic leather outfit all ready
for her, with the meanest, tightest lace-up hood you ever saw."
"Excellent. We'll definitely drop by and take a look." Alex said.
Alex put me in the passenger seat, making no move to release me from my
cuffs and leg-irons. Mike waved us off. He had real villians to catch I suppose,
or perhaps he was really going to buy donuts now. All I could do was 'mmpphh' to
him through the closed window, hoping the devious son-of-a-bitch had remembered
to give Alex the keys for my cuffs.
-oOo-
Ten minutes later I was standing to attention in our lounge, waiting and
hoping that Alex would remove the cuffs from my wrists and ankles, or at least
do something to me. He came out of the kitchen carrying a steaming cup of
coffee. I still had that ball-gag buckled and locked around my head so there was
no coffee for me.
Alex had already removed my leather skirt, so my neatly trimmed sex
exposed between the garters of my stockings. He sat down and admired my body
from across the room. It was the first time he'd see me in stockings or wearing
nipple clamps. Judging by the way his hand kept coming into contact with his
crotch I sensed he was happy. My earlier trauma in the police car had been
forgotten. It was turning into the most erotic day of my life... and we hadn't
even made love yet.
"You like the car?"
I nodded. (When I stood at attention I knew never to make a noise.)
"And the shoes?"
I nodded excitedly. 'Loved, not just liked', I wanted to say.
"Good. From now on you will wear stockings all the time, even if you're
wearing jeans. When we get up in the morning you'll be putting stockings on,
when we go to bed you'll be taking stockings off. Understood?"
I nodded. If that what he demanded of me, I would do it.
"And I'll apply nipple clamps whenever I please."
I nodded, realizing I'd been a sissy about the clamps in the past. My
teats were feeling numb from being clamped for so long, but it didn't seem so
bad. In fact it made me feel quite horny.
"Would you like me to untie you..."
I nodded.
"...or would you like me to fuck you."
I nodded again, before realizing that I could only have one of those
options. It was no contest: It would have to be the second option, for both our
sakes.
Alex stood up and walked towards me, gripping the nipple clamps between
the fingers of both hands. "I'm going to remove the clamps now. I warn you - it
will be painful as the blood flow returns. If you make a sound, you'll be
punished."
He took off the clamps and stood back on the other side of the room to
observe me. A little tingle in my nipples soon turned to pain, and then agony. I
stood still, tears running down my cheeks, whimpering softly, hoping that he
wouldn't punish me for it. Our eyes were transfixed on each other. Alex
swallowed nervously. I could tell it needed all his willpower to stand back
rather than massage my breasts and comfort me.
"Very good!" said Alex a couple of agonizing minutes later. "Now go to
the playroom, mount the flogging horse and wait quietly."
I nodded obediently and shuffled out of the lounge towards our playroom.
It felt like I'd entered the home straight after a very long race.
The flogging horse was a sturdy, well-made A-frame. It had lots of
securing points and attachments that provided Alex with hours of fun (and me too
I suppose). Today all I could do was lean across it and wait for him. The
minutes passed and my anticipation grew.
I started to fantasize about my day, imagining that I had really been
taken to a police cell. I was still helpless in cuffs and gag, being abused by a
tall black prostitute and a dirty unshaven drunkard. I clenched repeatedly on my
butt-plug imagining those people were doing unspeakable things to me.
I was so preoccupied by my own dirty thoughts that I didn't even hear
Alex come into the room. "Are you trying to get yourself off?" He asked.
"Mmmm!" I confessed. There seemed little point in denying it. He'd only
punish me for lying. I felt his fingers dip into my pussy.
"Dirty girl!" He said, pretending to be disgusted with me. Without
warning, I felt the flogger hitting my butt cheeks. With that multi-tailed
leather flogger, the line between pain and pleasure became blurred. But it
became much clearer when he pushed his cock into me. Double-teaming with the
butt plug, his lovely cock delivered me into a moment of earth-shaking,
soul-shattering ecstasy. What a day! What a day!
-oOo-
Later that evening we went out for a pizza and a beer in one of our
local haunts. I drove my new car, grinning like a cheshire cat, playing my
favourite CD.
I wore stockings - a new pair - and the waist-cincher but no panties. On
top, I wore a sweater and jeans as per usual, I didn't want to shock the guys in
the pizzeria too much!
Most significantly, I also paraded my new leather collar in public for
the first time. I felt very proud. It seemed to signify that my adventures with
Alex had only just begun.
THE END
