Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Owning My Friend's Mom: EP14

All of his ‘plans’ sort of went out the window, when he saw that. Greg doubted things would go quite like they did

in the story he had read. Greg did notice though that the woman behind the till was actually very pretty. ‘Too

pretty, really, to be working in a store like this,’ he thought. She was about an inch shorter than Mrs. C. and had

long blond hair pulled back into a high ponytail. She only had on a little makeup; just enough to accentuate her

best features. She was slender with an athletic build. Her breasts were small, yet firm and she had a nice,

shapely ass in her black stretch pants. She looked to be about 20 years old.

Sneaking a peek at Mrs. C., Greg could see a small smile on her lips as she also figured out that she was

probably safe here as well. With an audible sigh, Greg decided to quickly get the supplies and be on their way.

Clearing his throat, Greg began to ask the clerk, "Where do | find the collars?"

The clerk seemed startled, and looked up at them in surprise. Greg realized then that she likely had been so

engrossed in her book, that she never even heard them enter the store. She began to point to her left, towards a

display case, when she did what can only be described as a double take. Her head snapped back to them mid

sentence, and her mouth hung open, as she gaped at them in surprise. Greg guessed that she doesn't often see

gorgeous women in here with much younger men in tow. She jumped out of her seat and practically ran over to

them, quickly offering her help in finding anything they should need. She barely gave Greg a glance, as she

stared fixedly at Mrs. C.

With a smile beginning to form on his lips, Greg again asked, "Where do | find the collars?"

With only a glance out of the corner of her eyes, she replied, "Oh, they're over here," pointing to her left as she

began to walk in that direction. When she arrived at a rack with a variety of collar types hanging from it, she

asked "What type of collar were you looking for?" Her question was directed at Greg, but she never took her eyes

off of Mrs. C.

"I have to admit...... Sara...." as Greg noted the non her ntag, "that | have never been in an adult sex

shop before. To be honest, I'm not quite sure what | need. The collar would be for Mrs. C. here." Her cheeks

blushed a deep red on hearing that. "What would you recommend for her? She likes to be treated like a dog and

led around by her collar," Greg added matter-of-factly. He figured if he couldn't have the fun he had planned

here, then at least he could embarrass and humiliate Mrs. C. a little.

With a short intake of breath, and a little color now appearing on Sara's cheeks, she smiled broadly at Mrs. C.,

and said, "Oh, | have the perfect collar for her, then." Turning around, she rummaged through the rack of collars

behind her, until she found the one she was looking for. Holding up a collar she asked, "How's this?"

The collar was black leather, with soft felt lining the inside, and it had silver studs around the outside of it. It also

had several silver metal loops spaced around it. It was fastened together by a small silver fastener similar to a

belt buckle. Pretending to think about it for a few seconds, Greg said, "I think that might do. Can you put in on

her forto make sure it fits?" he asked innocently.

Coloring a deeper red, Sara quickly replied "sure," and stepped forward until her body was almost touching Mrs.

C's. She reached up and gently placed the collar around Mrs. C's neck, fastening it at the back. Her eyes

remained fixed on Mrs. C's face the whole time, and she had a big smile on her lips. Mrs. C. was just as red as

Sara was, but kept her eyes downcast the entire time. Greg noticed that Sara's hands seem to linger at her neck,

and it seemed to take longer than it should to put a collar on. A thought began to form at the back of his head as

he studied Sara's interaction with Mrs. C.

Finally Sara stepped back and asked, "Well, what do you think?"

Greg smiled at her and said, "It looks perfect. Do you mind if she keeps it on for a while? | can tell she really likes

the feel of it."

"Sure," was the quick reply. "Is there anything else you need?" she asked expectantly.

"Well, as a matter of fact, there is," Greg answered grinning. Leaning forward he pretended to whisper to Sara,

"She's also looking for nipple clamps."

Sara's grin broadened at hearing that, and she quickly led them to a display case several feet away. "We have

several different types of nipple clamps. What type were you looking for?" For the first tsince we walked into

the store, Sara was finally looking at Greg. She felt a nervous anticipation, as she began to sense what their

relationship might be, and it wasn't repulsing her.

"I'm looking for clamps which won't fall off easily. | want the kind that can be tightened as much as you want

since Mrs. C. here likes having her nipples pinched hard. Also, | want them joined together by a chain, so that |

can lead her around by her nipples like a dog. Do you have anything like that?" Greg asked questioningly.

Greg could see Sara was a bit shocked by his frankness, but he also thought she was getting a little excited by it,

as well. She rummaged through the display case for several seconds, until she finally produced a small silver

pair of clamps, joined together by a medium length chain. Holding them up, she nervously asked, "Will these

do?"

"I don't know," Greg said shaking his head. "I need to make sure they'll stay on. I've never used nipple clamps

before, so I'm not sure how to use them. Would you mind putting them on Mrs. C. here, so | can see how to do it

and to make sure that they'll stay on?" he asked as innocently as possible.

Looking around nervously she stuttered, "Well.... umm.... | don't know... | don't want to get in trouble. You sure

you wantto?"

"Absolutely" Greg quickly replied. "But perhaps it would be best to lock the door, so we are not interrupted."

"Oh, that's a good idea" she replied as she practically ran over to the front door and threw the bolt. As the bolt

slid home, with an audible click, Mrs. C. practically jumped off the ground. With that sound, she realized that

Greg had something planned for her and that being interrupted before he had a chance to put his plan into

action was no longer a possibility.

Sara practically cbouncing back to stand in front of Mrs. C., waiting for their next move. "You know, Mrs. C.,

it'll be a lot easier for us if you remove that blouse. That way we can see how they'll look, once they're on. Don't

you think?" Greg asked her pointedly.

With a note of terror in her voice, she

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replied "Yes Sir," and, with shaking

hands, began to undo the buttons on

her blouse. When, at last, the final

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shrugging the blouse from her

shoulder. Taking the blouse from her

and hanging it on a rack beside him,

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When it appeared Sara wasn't going to move, Greg cleared his throat and said, "Go ahead and put them on for

me, please."

His words seemed to snap her out of

her reverie, and, with shaking hands,

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nipple. Grasping the already

hardened nipple with one hang, she

pulled ut ANNES) applied the

clarhb with the other hand. Again,

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Sara's hands seem to linger on her

breasts for several seconds, before

relinquishing their hold on the nipple.

Reaching up, with her left hand now,

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she did the sto Mrs. C's right

nipple. Once both clamps were

affixed, Sara stepped back to admire

her handiwork. Her face was now

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"Sure," she quickly replied as she stepped forward again.