“I love it when you’re bound and helpless. Your sexy gag talk is such a fucking turn on!” He begins to kiss and bite my neck. Prickles run up and down my skin. He works his way down my body, kissing and biting me along the way.
“Bren is gonna love it when she sees my marks on you,” he says, inching down to my pussy. I still have rope marks around my waist from earlier. Alex runs his tongue along the slight bruise.
“Mmmmmmm! Pmmnphm fnch mm!”
“Impatient, my dear? Are you getting hot and anxious for me?”
“Mmmmm, hmmmmm!”
He straddles me and pushes his cock into me. With one thrust he is buried inside of my wet tunnel.
“Uhhhhhhhhh! Yesssssss!” Alex begins thrusting and moaning. He cups my face in his hands.
“You belong to me, Aniyah! You are mine!”
It doesn’t take long for either one of us to reach a climax. Alex unties me, and I wash up before returning to the huge four poster bed and his arms. We fall asleep easily. I don’t think we hear Brenda come home.
The next day I am made to dress in the niqab outfit so that Alex and Brenda can take me to the mall. She is just too happy to have me go around with her! I have the butt plug in my ass and the vibrating egg in my pussy with the rubber panties. Brenda takes great pleasure in binding my belly, applying clips to my nipples, stuffing my mouth and wrapping tape around my head before I get dressed.
I still cannot shake my nerves about going out like this yet again. This time I’m sitting in the back of Alex’s luxury SUV while Brenda rides shotgun. I suppose it only makes sense. When we get there, Brenda decides to take me with her.
“Enjoy yourself,” Alex whispers to me. “I’ll see you girls in a couple of hours.”
I know that Brenda has the remote to the egg with her. There’s no telling when she might use it!
“Come slave,” she whispers to me, “we have shops to visit.”
I am praying that nobody notices that I am taking shorter breaths as a result of my waist being constricted. The first place we stop at is a boutique.
“Brenda, darling,” calls an older woman with a thick French accent.
“Frances, darling!” Frances is not as tall as Brenda, but she has her graying hair pulled back into a bun and is wearing a fancy lavender suit that fits her like a glove. The two of them exchange air kisses.
“Have you got any new pieces from Renard yet?” Brenda asks.
“Ah,” Frances snaps her fingers, “I put away several things I am sure that you would like. Oh,” she notices me, “who is this?”
“This is my sister in law, Aniyah. Aniyah, this is the shop owner, Frances, and a dear friend of mine.”
“It is a pleasure to meet you, dear.”
Frances extends her hand. With my heart pounding, I shake her hand.
“I’m afraid that she has a cold that has caused her to lose her voice.”
“Oh, I am sorry to hear that, my dear. Can I get you anything?”
I quickly shake my head.
“I will start a room for you, Brenda.” You ladies have a seat,” she gestures to the nice comfortable chairs near the dressing rooms. We sit down.
“Maybe next time we should put you in a burqa so we can keep your hands tied,” Brenda whispers.
“Mmmmm, mmm,” I shake my head.
“What’s the matter? Are you afraid? Nervous?”
“Mmmm, hmmm,” I nod.
“Why, I haven’t even activated the egg yet?”
“Mmmmm!” I shake my head at her.
“Brenda, whenever you are ready,” Frances calls.
“Coming!” Brenda gets up and motions for me to follow her towards the dressing rooms. The fitting rooms area are rooms set up in a circle with a huge round bench in the middle. The rooms are all guarded by thick heavy drapes. A huge chandelier hangs from the center of the room. Inside I see two bamboo stools in each room and several mirrors. Wine colored wallpaper adorns the walls.
“Take as long as you need,” Frances tells her.
“Thank you.” Brenda ushers me inside. Frances undoes the huge tied from the drapes and they swing closed.
She turns to me.
“You weren’t just going to sit and watch me, were you?”
She pulls rope from her pocket.
“Kneel down. Lay over the stool.”
I do as I’m told. Brenda ties my hands behind my back. She had rope in her purse! She binds my torso to the stool and binds my ankles!
“Now, you enjoy yourself while I’m trying on these gowns. I wouldn’t make too much noise if I were you. You don’t want to draw attention to yourself, do you?”
“Mmmmmmmmph!” The egg buzzes to life inside of me. This bitch! I don’t believe her! She has me bound and gagged in public and aroused!
“The gag helps,” she whispers near my ear, “but we don’t want Frances to inquire about the loud humming noises, do we?”
I close my eyes. I want to kill Brenda right now! How could she do this to me? My heart races as the egg increases in intensity. Oh my God, this egg…the ropes, the gag…
“Nmmmmmmmph! Nh N’m gnnnn cnm!”
Brenda seems oblivious to me writhing on the stool. I keep my head down and eyes closed. I am trying to keep quiet, but it’s so hard when your body is in the throes of pleasure. I bite the scarf in my mouth hard. My hums become high pitched and long. I exhale roughly through my nose.
“Did you cum?” Brenda whispers.
“Mmmmmm!” I nod.
“Good. You enjoy yourself, because we are going to be here awhile.”
Awhile? Oh shit, no!
“Pmmnphm nnphnm mm!”
“What?” She looks down at me from where she is trying on this gorgeous, slinky velvet floor length gown.
“Nnphm mm!”
“Sorry honey, I didn’t get that.”
“Mmmmmm! Nnphm mm!”
“Are you trying to say untie you?”
“Why? Aren’t you having fun? I’m having fun watching you! Afraid we might get caught?”
“Mmmmm, mmmmm!” I nod.
“We won’t,” she whispers next to my ear, “if you can control your moaning and humming.”
“Brenda, how are we doing in there?”
I freeze hearing Frances’ voice.
“Oh, just fine, Frances. Aniyah is just zipping me up. I will be out in a moment!”
“Of course, darling.”
“Enjoy yourself,” Brenda says, “but if you make too much noise, I’ll have to move you to someplace quieter, like a storage closet.”
I shake my head.
Brenda opens the curtain enough to step out. She closes it swiftly behind her, leaving me in my predicament.
“Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmm!” It’s hard to stay quiet with this damn egg buzzing for all it’s worth! I hear Brenda and Frances talking about alterations of the gown. Oh man, if that woman opens the curtain and sees me like this…don’t even think it, I tell myself. Oh God, why did I ever agree to this?
You’re in too deeply now, a voice says to me. You’ve been serving Alex for more than a month, now you’ve serviced his sister. If Jack finds out then it’s over for you two. Would he ever understand what you’re doing and why?
No.
“Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmph!” I am panting and straining against my belly rope. My pelvis begins to uncharacteristically thrust forward. I am going to cum again! Once again I bite down hard on the stuffing in my mouth to further disguise my pleasures. My clamped nipples rub against the cotton fabric of my dress, giving me an even stronger orgasm.
I try to hold still for a few minutes, but I can’t! That egg, oh God, that egg!
“Mmmmmmmph! Hmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph,” I grunt. As I thrust my pussy forward, I also bear down on the butt plug. It slides out a ways, but then it goes right back inside of me! “Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!” I wave my hands behind me. I open and close my fingers. Shit! Shit, this feels good! I swear with the next orgasm I see stars! The buzzing stops. I lay across the stool panting. Brenda comes back into the room.
“Had enough?”
“Mmmmmm,” I nod.
“You came again, didn’t you?”
I nod.
“Well, I suppose I can untie you, give you a break while we move on to our next destination.”
I nod. She unties me from the stool. I’m so stiff and shaky that I can barely stand. Brenda takes pity on me and helps me up.
“I’m leaving the dress to be altered. Don’t worry, she was never the wiser. You did good, but I could hear you. It wasn’t too bad, considering.”
She says goodbye to Frances, and we leave. I’m still a tad shaky as walk along.
“I hope I didn’t wear you out,” she says, “because there is more to come.”
Our next stop is a bookstore. It’s so huge that it takes up two levels.
“Go ahead and look around,” she whispers to me. “I’ll come and find you when I’m ready.”
I’m an avid reader, always have been, so I’m actually delighted to be in here. Maybe if I’m far enough away that egg can’t be activated. She goes off in one direction, and I walk in another. Once I’m out of sight, I slump against a wall to breathe. The place isn’t crowded at all. It’s a relief to me.
“Can I help you find something?”
I am startled by a voice. I look up and a young man on a ladder putting a book away is standing there. I shake my head.
“Are you sure? You looked a little bit lost.”
I give him the thumbs up sign and turn my head away. Suddenly, the egg buzzes to life. It’s hard to keep the audible gasp out of my voice.
“Mmmmmmmph!”
“Are you okay, Miss?”
I nod again. I’m trying to get out of his presence before I cum. The egg is making it hard to walk! The intensity increases. Fuck! I suddenly find myself colliding with someone.
“Mmmmmmmmph!”
“Hey, don’t I know you from somewhere?”
The lady catches my eye.
“I do know you! You’re that girl that my husband and I ravished in one of our back rooms!”
“Grncm?”
She smiles.
“Still got a mouthful, eh? Where is Alex? I know you’re not here alone.”
“N nnn’ph hnnmm.” I shrug my shoulders.
“Hello Grace,” Brenda comes up behind me. The egg stops, for now.
“Brenda! I didn’t know you were in town!”
They embrace.
“Just for the weekend. You’ve met Aniyah?”
“Oh yes, we’re old friends,” Grace cackles. “Tony and I had a lot of fun with her last month when she was here with Alex, wearing this same outfit.”
“Really? Well, I know the owner of this shop. Why don’t we take Miss Aniyah in the stockroom and really have some fun?” Brenda suggests.
“Wicked,” Grace replies. “Let’s strip her down and tie her to a ladder!”
They take me into the stockroom, a large room with several rows of books on metal stands and several rolling ladders. They have me strip naked. They back me up to a ladder and bind my wrists to each side and do the same with my ankles.
“What do you want,” Brenda asks, “top or bottom?”
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