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Heavy Petting My task today? Purchase a collar, from a local pet shop. Simple you would think? But there are a few rules. One of them is I have to try the collar on to make sure it fits and I have to have a witness. The other is how I am to dress. Firstly my deep waisted six strap suspender belt from Stockings HQ. Black lycra that hugs my belly and hips, lots of hooks and eyes up the back, six straps with shiny chrome metal clips for the stockings the stockings come from SHQ too, pale platinum grey fully fashioned, with a narrow seam running all the way up. A sheer black nylon thong goes over the lot and cups my bald pussy (newly waxed) tightly, I press it against me to leave a prominent cameltoe. The bra is what I refer to as my "slut" bra. It's a lovely item, but leaves me very exposed, It's a shelf basically, a quarter cup, fully underwired black satin affair that pushes me up and out but doesn't cover anything. My nipples get hard every time I put this on. I snug it up under my breasts and ease them in, teasing myself a little as I do so. My hard pert nipples stick out with the attention and the whole picture makes me look like a pole dancer ready for the admiring audience. Next my little black patent ankle boots, 4" spike heels and ankle straps, they look wicked and I love wearing them! I make sure my seams are straight before I put them on and buckle them tight. I parade a little, admiring myself front and back. The blouse is new, bought for me especially for this outing. I unwrap it and lay it on the bed. It was quite expensive, but worth it I think. It's light grey, sheer nylon, with button cuffs, slightly puffy sleeves and a high collar. sounds lovely? The only thing is that it's as see-through as the stockings (which it matches nicely). I slip it on and button it up, doing the cuffs as well. Looking in the mirror I can clearly see my nipples through the blouse, the black bra shows up too, outlining my white breasts in a vey obvious way. This is exactly what it was designed for and why I'm wearing it. The skirt is a cheap moulded latex mini, tight black latex and very short. I pull it on and smooth it down. It hugs my ass like a second skin and emphasises the outline of the suspender straps and clips. The tops of my stockings are just visible below the edge of the skirt. I grab my can of silicone spray and give the skirt a good spray all over, making sure I'm as shiny as the models in the fetish magazines. Again I check my seams are straight and I pose for the mirror, front, back, sides, yes, perfect. I apply some eyeliner and a dark bronze mascara, then a nice dark red lipstick. Strawberry lip gloss finishes the makeup. I brush my hair out, letting it fall free below my neck. Realising this would get me arrested if I walked the street like this I slip on my short PVC Mac, it's black and shiny and comes just below the knee, so with the belt fastened I look reasonably respectable. I leave my flat and make it to the bus stop just in time to hop on. The driver gives me a big grin and I sit near the front, letting him look at my legs in his mirror. I hop off near the city centre and make my way to the big pet shop. I swallow with a dry throat as I look through the window then make my way inside. i browse through several of the sections, play with the guinea pigs and rabbits for a bit, then move on to the accessories section. As I near the right area I see an assistant stacking a shelf and I ask him if he can show me where the collars are. He gives me a quick dismissive glance and then huffs "Over there, see the sign?". I walk over to where he points and I find the collars arrayed on racks. I walk back to the grumpy assistant and ask "There are a lot of different designs, are there any particular things I need to be aware of when choosing one?" He puts the last of the rubber bones on the shelf and turns with a slight smile "OK, I give up, I'll come over and show you shall I?" he's in his early twenties and not too bad looking, if a little spotty, nice smile. We get to the racks and he starts to explain the different types, then he asks me what size I'm looking for. I blush a little and quietly say that, actually, it's for me. He laughs and says "OH OK, fancy dress it it? We get a lot of people in here for that, what sort are you looking for?" "Well, why don't you choose one that you think would look good on me?" He looks at me again, a little longer this time and reaches up for a black leather collar with chrome studs on "Well, if it's fancy dress then you want to make an impression don't you? This should get you noticed" He hands it to me and I feel a thrill course through me as I take it from his hand. I bite my lip, looking down at the black leather and studs and the chrome buckle. "I, uh, I guess I should try it on, it's quite expensive and I should make sure it fits. Do you have anywhere I could try it? I don't want to do it out here in the shop?" He looks around quickly and says "There's a storeroom at the back, I have the key, as long as you won't be long?" "OK, come with me, then you won't have to worry" He nods and leads me towards the back of the shop. There's a stairwell there and a door leading off. He unlocks it and we go inside, there's not a huge amount of room but there's a long narrow aisle between stacks of boxes. I hand him the collar and say "let me just take the Mac off" I turn away from him and slip off the Mac, laying it over a handy box. As I turn back towards him I see his eyes go wide as he sees my hard nipples pushing firmly up against the sheer material of my blouse. He swallows and I say to him "You like my fancy dress?" he nods quickly "Now would you put the collar on me? The buckle looks a little awkward for me" I turn and lift my hair so he can see my neck. I wait like this a few seconds and then I hear him move up behind me. The collar slides around my neck and he slips the buckle over the end and clips it. "Uh, there, it, um, it fits ok?" "It's a bit loose though, could you tighten it please?" His hands go back to the collar and he clicks it forward one hole. "No, please, I want it tight, can you do it tight so I can feel it all way around my neck please? Please?". I feel his breath on my neck as he pulls the collar tighter, he slides it through the buckle and I can feel it tightening around my neck. I push back against him gently and I can also feel the stiff bulge in his trousers. He locks the tab in and strokes his finger along the line of the collar. I turn and look him in the eyes "Does it suit me?" I husk "You look bloody gorgeous" he stammers. "Um, that's good, would you take a picture of me?" I hand him my phone, show him the camera button and pose for him, breasts stuck out and lips pouting. He clicks the button and hands me back the phone. "One second" I murmur as I type in a memorised number and send the picture by SMS. A few seconds later the message comes back "Good girl, now earn it" I smile at him and purr "I really like your choice of collar for me, but I have a problem . . . this is £35 and I seem to have stupidly mislaid my purse . . . . " I stroke my fingers down the side of his face "I, uh, well, I mmmph" his voice tails off as I kiss him, sliding my tongue between his lips and exploring his mouth, opening my red lips wide for him. I pull him against me and push his hand down to my latex clad bottom. His other hand comes up of it's own accord and cups my breast, fingers gradually clamping harder and harder on me as I don't resist or object. I moan and break the kiss and look him straight in the eyes "Go and find me a nice lead to go with my new collar and you can have me for 30 minutes, I'll do anything you wish" He looks at me, licks his lips, gives my breast one more hard squeeze and nods "OK, don't go away" He steps out of the door and I hear the key turn in the lock, lol, he doesn't want me running away, but I'm not thinking of running, rather I'm thinking of playing with myself, but that would spoil his fun. So I wait, until I hear the key turn again, and he comes back in and quickly closes the door. He turns and locks the door again. He steps over to me and shows me a thin black leather leash, with a chrome snap fastener on the end "Like it?" he says, staring at me "Yes" I say "Please leash me and take your pleasure" He stands right in front of me and clips the chrome fastener to the buckle of the collar. Staring me in the eyes he slowly but very firmly pulls the lead down until I'm forced to drop to my knees, as I look up at him he grins down and grates "I've fiddled the till, but now you're going to work for your new collar, Bitch!" as my mouth is suddenly stretched by his swollen cock I close my eyes and relax my throat as my ordeal begins . . . . . . . .  |
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Love it, being controlled and obedient is such a delight.
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Apologies for being late to the party, but I agree it makes for some very hot reading, Chrissie. However, I don't really believe it was an 'ordeal'  Have you ever returned to said pet shop and slightly spotty yoof? Did his performing snake rise to the challenge? Did a grown woman go "woof"? SO many questions!  Leave me a message on my Blog if you're in the mood for some rude but intelligent (some might say) banter and... x
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7/15/2021 11:19 am |
You would make any lucky owner very proud by wearing his leash and collar.
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5/4/2020 12:19 pm |
What a beautiful, seriously erotic tale. And so well-written that you feel you are there. What an incredibly charged atmosphere it creates.
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Pity I don't work in a pet shop 
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1 post 12/5/2019 5:15 am |
Teasingly kinky, stopping short of the cock head thrusting so deep in your throat that you are gagging thick mucus sticking to his knob end, making it so sliippery that it would slide easily into either your cunt or your arsehole.
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What a well written and highly charged story... loved it!
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5/9/2018 6:41 am |
mm very erotic that what call shopping trip xx
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2/10/2018 1:11 am |
wow i must get a job in that pet shop x
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Love it
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Great story. That outfit sounds perfect!
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12/18/2010 3:27 pm |
Thank you for taking the time to write such a wonderful story, next time you need a new one perhaps we could go together Thank you for hotlisting me chrissiebee
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11/6/2010 5:57 am |
now I wonder if once the leash was carefully applied,,,that in fact the further application of a nice tight ballgag and zippered latex hood over your face would have assisted? And then the eyes blindfolded on the hood. Then you totter your way blindly through the door, a hand on the elbow guiding you down steps and through unseen doors,,,until you feel the cool of the outside..fuck can anyone see?,,,still walking...more tentative now but soaking and with heart pounding. The sound of the boot opening is followed by a strong pair of leather gloved hands manoeuvring you inside the capacious boot of a car..."Now...we'll see how much you can take..."Slam.engine sound.,,thumping heart.
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What a wonderful turn of phrase you have, a pleasure to read such a well written, stimulating and sexually provocative tale... I look forward to reading the others and hope to chat with you sometime soon
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7/24/2010 2:25 pm |
I'm going to have to read this again... I was wanking too hard to really appreciate the writing x
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7/23/2010 2:28 pm |
good girl.proud of you.you have a very good master he sould be proud of a well tryiying boy the rebel
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