Rubber pants and collar

As the limousine pulled through the London streets, David wondered how this weekend would live up to the start it had. He was, of course, rock hard in his rubber underwear, and lying with his head in his Mistress’ lap wasn’t helping. ‘Stop here!’ she called out to the driver, and stepped out into the street, pulling him with her. She walked across the street to what was clearly a sex shop, ringing on the door to get in. As they went in, David saw row upon row of fetish clothes; rubber, leather, uniforms, harnesses, and a large section of butt plugs, strap-ons, vibrators and other toys. David felt himself instinctively tighten his ass round the butt plug deep inside him, feeling it move as he did.

Karen walked straight over to a row of studded collars. Taking one down from the row, she called out ‘present!’. David looked at the staff and other shoppers ‘What, here?’ Karen just stared sternly at him, and realising that these was no discussion, walked over to her and kneeled at her feet. Karen raised her hand and slapped him sharply across the face, drawing curious looks from the other shoppers. ‘Never question my orders, especially not in public. Do you understand?’ ‘Yes Cerise’ he responded quietly.

Leaning down she put the collar around his neck, fitting it tightly, high above his shirt collar. Clipping a black leather leash to it, she leant down to his ear. As a proper punishment for your disobedience, you will shop with me as my pet dog. On your hands and knees, always with your head at my knee. Understand?’ David could not believe his ears, but now knew better than to argue. ‘I do, Cerise’ Karen tugged on the leash, and brought David up to the front of the shop, where a woman wearing black with multiple piercings in her face was behind the counter. ‘ I need to buy some more suitable clothes for my slave here’ she said. ‘Can you show us around?’

They toured the shop, David erect and excited by being so degraded in public. They bought three corsets for Karen, one in leather, one in latex, and one more of a harness in leather, with steel rings. Then they moved to the mens section. Karen picked out two latex hoods, one with a ball gag, and one with some sort of opening to allow the wearer to drink from it. She bought a full leather harness, a Chastity belt, and a number of rubber garments which he couldn’t quite see – but Karen and the assistant seemed to be very excited by them.

Finally they were ready to pay. As they did, Karen passed over a number of larger butt plugs, commenting that David was wearing one already, but she wanted to have a variety, and to make them larger as the weekend wore on. The assistant beamed to hear that he was already wearing one, and to David’s horror, was positively ecstatic at Karen’s suggestion that she replace the one he had in for a larger one there. The assistant bustled them into the back room, and Karen undid his trousers, commanding him to assume the position. Bending forward, clutching his ankles, he felt the assistant pulling the back of the tight rubber pants down. The butt plug was snugly between his butt cheeks, and he gasped as the assistant roughly pulled it from his ass. He wimpered slightly as his ass was lubed up again, her long fingers reaching inside his ass, pushing against his prostate. As the withdrew them, she stroked his perineum, then gave it a sharp pinch, and he winced, but moaned too, finding pleasure more than pain. The new plug slid quite easily into his well lubed ass, but he felt fuller than before as the larger plug sat in his ass.

‘May I use your bathroom?’ Karen asked the assistant. ‘Of course, it’s just in there.’ She replied. Karen flicked the leash, and David followed on all floors, his trousers left in a heap on the floor. As they entered the bathroom, Karen lifted the skirt she was wearing, revealing her shaven pussy, and squatted over the toilet, as there was no seat, letting go a strong stream of pee into the bowl. As the flow slowed and stopped, she stepped off the toilet. ‘I can finish properly, squatting like this, so you had better help me’, grasping his head she pulled it towards her pussy. He fastened his lips over her pussy, and it was just a moment before he felt a quick burst of hot salty liquid into his mouth. Swallowing quickly, he only just tasted the salty, buttery slightly acid tang. Three more quick spurts, and he had a good mouthful, which he swallowed bit by bit, then moved to clean up the rest of his Mistress’ pussy.

Flicking the leash again, they were off. ‘You may walk on your two feet now’ she commanded as they left the shop, but kept the leash held discreetly as they crossed the road and got back into the limousine. ‘Now we are better prepared for some of our fun’ The car sped on to a weekend that David would never forget…