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{BlueWords} Novelty Store - Ritual  (MF, Bondage, Toys, etc...)

This is NOT a sequel to my previous story "Novelty Store", sorry. This
does, however, 
take place at the same store. There is a sequel coming to the other
one, say in about a 
month or so. Meanwhile, enjoy. As always, comments and reviews are
very welcome.

This text contains material of an explicit and adult nature. If you
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Novelty Store - Ritual

Working at Pamela’s is so much better than my old job at the 7-11. The
pay’s a 
bit more, I’m less likely to get shot, and the hours are better, even
though I usually get 
stuck with closing. I don’t mind, I’m a night person. Most of the
time, when my shift is 
over, I head out down the street and have a beer, maybe dance a bit,
before heading 
home.

Pamela’s, for those of you who don’t cruise Greenville, is a lingerie
and adult 
novelty store. We’re a little classier than those porno shops over on
Harry Hines or 
Mockingbird. We tend to get a more college crowd here, for some
reason. There’s a lot 
of restaurants nearby, several bars and clubs, a barber, a jewelry
store, a second-run 
movie theater across the street, that kind of stuff. 

We carry a wide variety of items, lots of teddies and nightgowns, the
costumes 
for nurses and pussycats, videos, books, magazines, gag gifts, lotions
and oils, and a lot 
of bondage gear. We get all kinds of customers, but I’d say that most
are normal sort of 
people, married and pre-married couples, not any of those weirdos in
the raincoats or 
anything.

We close at eleven on Fridays, and it was about ten when they came in.
Only a 
few other people in the store, browsers mostly. These two were
different. They had a 
definite purpose in mind. 

Nice looking guy, average height but in good shape, short hair, preppy
looking. 
I figure he’s a college kid. Has a sports shirt on, not with the
alligator, but a horse or 
shield or some such, and those pants, you know, like the guy on the
train in those 
commercials? The girl is good looking too, nice shape, about the same
height as the guy, 
blonde hair that looked naturally that way, down to her shoulders.
She’s wearing a nice 
summer dress, goes down below her knees. I figure she’s college too,
same school 
probably. She’s holding a balled up T-shirt in her hand for some reason.

The guy walks up and puts a platinum American Express down on the
counter 
in front of me, then walks over to the wall and starts to pull things
off. Pair of wrist 
cuffs, the nice ones that are lined on the inside so they don’t chaff
so much. The girl, in 
the meantime, starts to strip. Lays down the T-shirt, then pulls off
her dress, unhooks 
her bra, pulls down her panties, boom, she’s standing there in just
her heels. Nice, real 
nice. She’s got a nice, all-over tan and she’s an athlete, runner
maybe. Breast are just 
about the size I like them, not huge, but enough for a mouth or a
hand. And she’s 
shaved clean down there, so I can’t tell for sure if she is a natural
blonde.

By this time, there’s only one other customer in the store, the others
having left 
before the show started. This late, we’re not likely to get too many
more. The other 
customer, a man in his mid thirties, I’d guess, is standing near the
women’s lingerie 
section, on the other side of the store from the bondage stuff, but
still in good view of the 
festivities. His mouth is open, eyes bugging out of his head, just
like in the cartoons. I 
hope he doesn’t start drooling on the merchandise. I’m lucky I’m
behind the counter so 
I can adjust myself without it being too obvious.

The college boy goes up to the girl and puts the wrist cuffs on her.
Attaches 
them together behind her back. He pulls the price tag off and comes to
place it on the 
counter next to his credit card. I figure he probably won’t need a bag.

He pulls a few more items off the wall, ankle cuffs, a leather collar,
other types 
of cuffs, a leather hood. He goes and dumps all this stuff at her feet
and goes back for 
more. The girl, all this time, is just standing there, trying not to
look at anyone else, or 
even her boyfriend ( I assume he’s her boyfriend). She fidgets around
a little but tries to 
remain still. I think I can make out her goosebumps.

The guy has picked out a thin butt plug and some lubricant, the
flavored kind. 
She’s looking a bit apprehensive, but she lets him bend her over at
the waist. He puts 
some of the lubricant on the plug, then he slides it in, as gently as
he can. It’s not going 
in easy, so she spreads her feet apart some, and leans over a bit
more. Finally he pushes 
it in, and she lets out a gasp, her eyes popping wide open.

Not as wide open as the other customer. He looks like he might be in
shock. 
He’s not smiling, he looks - well, I wish I had a picture of his face
right then, and if 
anyone ever asks me what complete and utter astonishment looked like,
I could show 
them his face. He hasn’t moved an inch, I’m surprised he’s remembered
to breathe. His 
pants are tented out in front, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

College boy goes to the wall where all the dildoes are and starts to
pull one off. 
Just a run-of-the-mill dildo, one of the smaller ones. I decide to
speak up at that point.

"Might want to try that one," I say, pointing to one a row or two over
from the 
one he’s got. He looks at my choice. It’s just a bit bigger than the
one he has, but it has a 
more natural shape to it, and it vibrates. He nods, puts the one he’s
holding back and 
grabs my suggestion. I wave a pack of batteries at him, so comes over
to install them. 
After pulling the dildo out of the package, he twists off the end,
drops in the batteries, 
closes it and fires it up. He seems surprised by the strength of the
vibrations, and turns it 
off. "She’ll thank you later," I say. He nods. Seems like he wants to
grin, to join in the 
little joke, but decides not to, not at her expense. I admire his
dedication to her. He turns 
his back to me and I’m grinning, ear to ear.

After lubing up the dildo, he slides it into her vagina easily. I
figure she’s pretty 
wet down there by now. The dildo is going to slip out pretty quickly,
I think, but he has 
also picked out a leather thong bikini thing that he snaps around her
waist and pulls up 
between her legs. It’s really just a couple of thin belts hooked
together, but it’ll keep the 
dildo in place. He has the girl stand back up and proceeds to put the
rest of the gear on 
her.

He puts a small ball gag at her lips and she opens her mouth for it,
becoming 
apprehensive again as he fastens it around her head. Next he gathers
up her hair and 
holds it in a pony-tail, and slides the leather hood over her head,
pulling the hair out the 
back through a hole provided for just that. The hood is shaped like a
head, it fits pretty 
snugly. There is a zipper for the mouth, closed, a hole at the nose,
and a removable 
blindfold that he’s left attached. There’s no holes for the ears, so
she’s more or less deaf 
now. The hood extends down to cover part of her neck. There is a
zipper in the back that 
is used to tighten the thing up, he pulls it down until the whole hood
hugs her head 
nicely. She’s damn cute, blonde hair sticking out the top, head
covered in leather, breast 
thrust out and nipples hard, a thin leather bikini on.

The other customer is still staring, mouth agape, but he’s actually
moved. He’s 
still standing in the same place, but his right hand has reached up to
grab a shelf to 
steady himself on. His knuckles are white.

The boy puts the collar around her neck, locking the hood in place.
Then he 
attaches some cuffs just above her elbows and pulls her arms together
so her elbows are 
about touching. This pulls her shoulders back and thrusts her breasts
out even more. He 
puts on the ankle and thigh cuffs, but before hooking them together,
he undoes the 
bikini strap that goes between her legs, turns on the vibrator, then
puts the bikini back 
together. The girl kind of moves her hips around some, she’s probably
surprised as hell, 
can’t tell if she minds or not. He hooks her ankles and thighs
together. She’s not going 
to be walking out of here, I’m sort of surprised she can still stand.

He’s got this leather brassiere thing. It goes on like a bra, but
where cups 
normally are, there are just leather loops that can be adjusted. She
has just enough breast 
to fit into it, and he tightens the straps until her tits bulge out
just a little. They start 
turning a bit red. Doesn’t look too uncomfortable, but then I’ve never
had my breasts 
tied up in leather.

He brings all the price tags he’s saved over to the counter and puts
them in a 
pile. "Ring this up, please. I’ve just got a couple more things to
get." There was a crack 
in his voice, this was kind of tough on him. Of course, not as tough
as on the girl. I 
began to scan the stuff in.

He picks up a short leash, black leather like everything else, and
then a set of 
nipple clamps. The leash hooks onto a d-ring on the collar and hangs
down between her 
breasts. He has no trouble finding a target for the clamps, her
nipples were about as hard 
as they could get. Easy as he could, he puts the clamps on, first her
right breast, then her 
left. She starts to shake, her whole body, and he has to hold her
shoulders to hold her up. 
It was obvious to all three of us males there she’d just had an
orgasm, pretty good one 
from the looks of it. I was afraid she was going to fall down, but
college boy holds her 
up, until she recovers enough so she can stand on her own again.

The other customer has obviously had an orgasm too, judging by the wet
stain 
covering the front of his trousers. Funny thing, he doesn’t seem to
notice, and he hasn’t 
closed his mouth yet.

I probably had a wet spot in my underwear from all the pre-cum that was 
leaking from my dick. I was going to have to jack-off after I closed
the store.

I finish ringing up their purchases and college signs the payment
slip. I give 
him a bag after all. "For her clothes," I tell him. He nods again
gratefully, and goes to 
collect her dress and all and put it in the bag. Then he picks up her
T-shirt and tugs it 
down over her head. It had been cut off short, so that it just covers
her tits. No words on 
the shirt, just three Greek symbols on the front and back. I figured
as much.

Then he collects her. He bends down, kind of leans into her at her
waist and 
hefts her up onto his shoulder. Her legs in front, head hanging down
in back. Slowly 
they walk out of the store like that. The other customer comes alive
enough to run and 
open the door for them, before following them out, his mouth still open.

It was past closing time, but I didn’t care. It had been a good night,
and a good 
sale.

"Pledge week" is always interesting.


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