-Hello, hello!- Marlo hugged Carol as soon as she opened the door. Behind her Rick awaited with his hands on the small of her back. Marlo was coming to pick something and Rick was going to spend the afternoon there, at Monique's home.

-Rick...- She also hugged him. Monique was right, their game was a bit too serious and didn't feel right to treat him like Marlo did, like a real slave. So they treated him like a friend who liked to kneel on he floor and didn't talk much.

-So, where is it? I have to open the shop.- Marlo asked. Carol showed her the direction with a movement of her head. Marlo gave her the key.

-So you and I...- Carol placed her hand on Rick's crotch, as usual the chastity harness was there, immobilizing his penis.

This arrangement was a mess for him. Should he accept having sex with Carol, he would  be punished with two weeks in chastity for betraying his sacred marital vows. Should he have more orgasms than her, a week more would be added. Should he refuse, he would be punished with a week in chastity for disrespecting one of his mistress' best friends. A couple of hours, in which Carol might just let him one orgasm didn't deserve two weeks in denial. Of course his mistress could apply the same penance for any other reason. And besides, an occasional pussy was a good prospect. At the end he just decided to toss a coin, and let that piece of metal determine his fate. That particular afternoon he would have sex.

Two years after Monique's official deflowering at Marlo's, things had changed. Eric was a teenager already and didn't want to spend time with mommy and daddy. They had more free time to be together. In consequence they argued more, often about what Simon called “that crap with Monique”. After a particularly hard one they parted ways. They didn't sign the divorce, Carol just moved her stuff into Monique's and he stayed there. After that they met from time to time, mostly to argue a bit more or to share a night of nostalgic sex. Sometimes they just chatted, but very rarely.

Monique, on her part, was living with her mistress, so she was much more controlled, which was fine. They had more money, which was great. And they had a relatively rich friend who used to lend them very expensive bondage equipment with the single requisite of letting her be a part of the game. Monique was in heaven.

-Where is it? Where is..., it? Wheeeere...?- Marlo was looking for what Carol had pointed out. She lifted her skirt, lowered her panties to her ankles and sat on the newest piece of furniture in the living room, an especially bulky armchair. She felt something humid touching her clit very softly. She repositioned herself and reached down to open her pussy. She confirmed that something humid, in constant contact with her little nub was giving her a nice massage. She bent down looking for the misterious benefactor. Through a hole on the fabric a tongue sticked out.- Oooh! Here you are, darling.



Normally, the sex shop owned by Marlo was closed on sundays, but that was a special day. A new assistant was going to debut. Monique was wearing knee length stilletto boots, where each took five minutes to lace. The latex dress had a flared skirt that reached the knee too. It was black, shinny, tight fitting and boned on the waist, zipped on the back up to her neck and covered everything except her breasts that hung loosely. From her piercings hung a pair of small steel bells on plain sight. Her head was covered with a latex hood that covered everything except holes for eyes, nose and mouth. It had a drawing of a woman with almost comical features and excesive makeup. On her mouth she had a reasonably big ball gag buckled at her back.

While Monique was there to help, her usefulness was somewhat questionable. She was behind the countertop, managing the cash register, but with a few special conditions. She had to be sitting on a Sybian with a six inch plastic dildo inside her plus a one inch nub pressing on her clit. Her legs folded, her ankles were trapped in two metallic cuffs at both sides of the Sybian, so, in fact she was both sitting and kneeling. The Sybian was on top of a platform around a meter high needing four steps to climb there. Just at its back, the Sybian had a vertical rod with two more cuffs for her wrists, another one for her neck, and one more for her waist that had the added effect of keeping her ass in place. All six cuffs prevented her from moving her limbs more than half an inch.

The Sybian was linked to a sensor on the front door of the shop. Whenever a customer passed through that door it started to vibrate at the lowest available level of intensity between one and ten. Meaning that if there was a customer inside the shop the level was one. With three customers, the level was three. With ten, Monique would sweat and moan a lot in the middle of a small crowd. As soon as a customer left the level went down again.

Just in front of the countertop, on the floor, there was a weight sensor. Should somebody step on it and remain there for five seconds, which would mean that the customer was going to pay or ask a question, the vibrations would stop and all six cuffs would open, letting Monique get up, climb down the stairs and do some bloody work.

All the time Marlo was there, walking around the shop, like a bird of prey, ready to step in, if a customer was feeling too lonely and wanted to touch that young beautiful piece of art, that her friend Carol had lent her for a few hours. From time to time she moved that item or rearranged those shelves to pretend that she was working, but her eyes were fixed on her assistant.

A customer, that had been there for twenty minutes pretending to glance over the magazines, but actually following the hypnotic swinging of Monique's bellls whenever she breathed in or out, for whom she had developed an intense hate because the damn vibrator, at that level of intensity, did little more than annoy her, finally found something to buy. An individual condom. Didn't help the fact that Carol hadn't made her orgasm nor once in preparation for that day, but she had been teasing her a lot, instead.

The guy approached the countertop and, after five seconds, the cuffs opened, and Monique could climb down the stairs, keeping her hands on the small of her back, fingers intertwined.

-Eh...- He still needed to think the question. The bulge on his pants hinted the reason for his difficulties.- You don't have this month's magazines yet?- Monique bent down, showing him the back of his head, to indicate him to ungag her. As he didn't seem to get it, Monique pointed at the buckle with a finger and moved her hand back to its place. He finally understood the idea and unbuckled her.

-Thank you, sir. Some of them are late this month.- Most were already there. Clearly he hadn't been looking very closely, but Monique had to be polite.- Apologies, we always are trying to improve our service.

-Eh..., ok.

-If you don't have more questions, could you please gag this slave again, sir?- She had to say that every time. As soon as they were gone, Marlo checked if they had buckled it too tight. Or too loose. The bulge on his pants grew. He managed to buckle the strap again, and paid his condom, whose price could be seen on a screen over the cash register.

Monique climbed the stairs up again and, lifting the back of the skirt she repositioned herself on the Sybian, and all her limbs in the correspondent cuffs. She grunted when the dildo entered into her. The guy stepped back slowly but keeping his gaze on her. Thirty seconds after the weight sensor stopped sending its signal, the vibrations started again and all the cuffs closed. Meaning that Monique had thirty seconds to get in place or she would have to deal with a disappointed Marlo and a highly disappointed Carol. Once the curtomer left the shop the vibrations also stopped as he was the only one inside.

-Water, darling?- Marlo offered her a bottle. Monique nodded and Marlo unbuckled the gag.- Only one more hour.- She helped her drinking.- Everything ok?

-It's a bit sticky down there, Mistress.- At first she didn't like much adressing her that way, but Carol insisted. When her real and only mistress explained her the reason she understood. Marlo was Carol's teacher regarding BDSM related matters. She had been helping her helping Monique years before they met. At first her help was merely protection against people with a more aggresive attitude that could take advantage of Monique's subish tendencies. People like Marlo. She also suggested Carol to use her influence to push Monique into healthy habits, like jogging. More or less what she had been doing anyways. What a good freind would do. After Carol and Monique started to play games that highly resembled a dom-sub relationship, Marlo's advises became even more relevant. So they agreed to a new system. Marlo took Carol as her trainee. She offered time, patience, friendship, all her knowledge and even expensive equipment free of charge or with a substantial discount. In exchange, she demanded also patience and friendship, plus complete trust, which might possibly include obedience under certain circumstances, like emergencies, for example. Marlo also accepted to protect and take care of Monique if something serious happened to Carol. At last, as a symbolic present she asked to be adressed as mistress, even if she didn't aspire to have such authority.

-Is it?- Marlo bent down, lifted Monique's skirt, smelled the scent, reached down, caressed softly her labia and clit and left the skirt fall.- Yes, it is, I'm afraid. But you are a tough girl.- She cupped monique's breast and toyed with her U shaped piercing, making the bell tinkle.- Now I'm going to gag you again only because you look very hot and I'm very shallow.

-This afternoon I'm under your command, Mistress.- She opened her mouth. Carol, her best friend, and part time mistress for years, full time for the last months, after she divorced her husband and moved in with Monique, had ordered to obey Marlo's instructions as her own, and so she would do. Marlo gagged her with a smile, thankful because her friend Carol had been so generous and let her play with her doll.

Along the afternoon there weren't many customers. It was sunday, the shop was supposed to be closed. Should anybody intend to buy something, they would have chosen any other day. The few casual bystanders who got in, were more interested on a particular pair of breasts than in any specific purchase. Marlo was just experimenting, though, even if the two of them were going to spend the afternoon alone, it would still be fun.

An hour later Marlo locked the door and lowered the blind of the front window display. She lifted her skirt and sat on the Sybian, in front of Monique, on the extra space that she was leaving empty, her legs over her temporary doll's, their two groins almost touching.

-Thank you very much, darling.- She ungagged Monique. She cupped the human doll's breasts.- You do understand that you could have said no, right?

-What kind of person do you think I am, Mistress? I am happy to help a friend.- Marlo slipped a hand into her panties, bit her lower lip and started to rub her clit.

-You are very hot, darling.- She was breathing harder.- You don't mind if I do this, yes?

-No, Mistress, I don't.- She did a little. She also wanted some of that.

-I would gladly do the same to you but your mistress won't let me touch your pussy.- She grunted and tensed. She was close.- She wants it only for herself. It's obvious, I would do the same.

-Thank you for the praise, Mistress. I don't need to remind you, I hope, that my mistress conceded you the authority to order me to pleasure you three times a week, plus one more for your husband, no questions asked. You are two short this week. I'd be happy to provide here and now.

-Happy?- Monique's words were like an aphrodisiac.

-Happy, Mistress.- Marlo didn't need to rub more, a powerful orgasm hit her and she blacked out for a few seconds.

-Thank you, darling. You are awesome.- She kissed Monique gently on the lips. She had never been into women but that particular one was too delicious to let it go.- Again the next week, please? We might have more customers.

-You already know that if you want to play with me you need my mistress' permission. In any case, I'd ask you to let me use a different equipment, Mistress, if only to have variety,

-What about your permission?

-Granted, Mistress.- She shook her arms and legs pulling on the cuffs.- Now, please, I need to pee.

-Sorry, yes!