Too good of a deal

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I was taking a spicy picture of myself in the bathroom when heard my phone start to vibrate. Someone was calling me from a number I did not recognize. ‘Hello? Miss Alisha? This is Carol. I am calling to ask if you could come this evening to do measurements for the suit.’, I recognized the voice of the lady from the local adult store. ‘Could you come between maybe between 7 and 8 pm? I know it is soon, but I just got an open slot for today to do the work that is needed.’, Carol continued. I was ecstatic, I had been waiting for this for weeks. I am sure Carol recognized the excitement in my voice when I happily replied, ‘Oh yes! Of course. I would love to come this evening. Thank you so much!’. She was glad that we were able to arrange this on such short notice, ‘That’s wonderful. We will close the store by 7 pm, so please arrive at the back door after that. Bye!’. I said goodbye while dancing happily in my bedroom.

I believe some context is needed. I am Alisha and I am an extremely naughty person. I love being touched, I love being teased, I love being tied down and taken like a dirty dirty girl. I simply love sex and I am curious about sexuality. Sure, even I have some sort of “no-go” list. But more often than not, when I try something new, I end up loving it. I have bought enough sex toys to last several lifetimes, but I am always looking for more ways to please myself. My latest order is, and I kid you not, a custom-made bitch suit! Something like that is ridiculously expensive, like roughly 8,000 euros! And before you come to any conclusion, no, I am not that rich. But I got an amazing bargain and I only had to pay like 1,000€. Alright, fair enough, that’s a lot of money as well. However, you don’t often see deals like this.

A few weeks ago when I was visiting the local sex store, I ended up finding some marketing materials about bitch suits. I have tried bondage before (and loved it), but this was next-level stuff. It was a bondage suit designed for the user and for her (or his) measurements. However, after seeing the price range, I gave up immediately. There is no way that I could pay almost 10k€ for something like that. That’s when the owner, Carol, approached me and asked about my interest in BDSM and bitch suits. Carol is somewhat older than me, I believe nearing her forties. But she has aged like fine wine. Her gorgeous red hair combined with her naughty eyes makes her the ideal hostess for a store like that. It did not hurt that she had a bomb of a body as well. I told her my preferences and I think she was satisfied with my answer since she gave me a deal that was almost too good to be true. She told me that if I am willing to act as a model to promote the bitch suits, she would take 90% off the custom suit! She assured me that my face would not be shown in any of the promo materials. But depending on the suit I would choose, some parts of my body might be visible. As a private person, I did not love the idea of showing my body in pictures, but on the other hand, if my face was hidden behind a mask, it could be fine. Especially for such a discount!

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Anyway, Carol just called me in today because she wants to take my measurements. She had explained the work process to me when she made her promo material pitch. She would need my very exact measurements while I am naked and in the needed position. This is important since if this is not done right, the bitch suit might not be comfortable to use. Normally with a bitch suit, your arms are tied from wrist to upper arm and your legs are tied from ankle to thigh. It is not a very natural position, but with the right design, the user could stay like that for hours. You will have some limited movement, but after your arms and legs are bound as I described, that means that your body is at the mercy of anyone who is around. The thought of being forced to get fucked like that is dampening my panties right this moment. I’m sure I could find some man to test the suit with me when the time is right. “Oh my, I can’t wait for that to happen.”, I thought to myself.

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I left my home while not wearing anything complicated since it was a quite warm evening and I knew that I was about to expose my body. Just a white buttoned shirt, a bra, and a black skirt. I left my panties at home. I do not know if it was that smart since I was feeling very aroused all the time. It would be an understatement to say that I was excited. Some parts of me had just realized that I had to undress at the sex store. I know, I know, nothing overly naughty was going to happen with professionals, but I could not help myself getting a little wet over the idea of being naked in front of a stranger.

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I arrived at the area next to the adult store. The shop was located in the older part of the city. We call it “Old Town” to keep it simple for the tourists. It is quite a charming place, with cobblestone roads between the old buildings and smaller alleyways hiding secret places like this adult store. I enjoyed that part of the city quite a much. The time was 7:00 pm exactly when I nervously knocked on the backdoor of the store. I was surprised by how quickly Carol opened the door. ‘Hello Alisha. Right on time and adequately dressed it seems. Please come in love.’, she said while giving me a seductive smile. She continued before I had even time to step into the store, ‘I said “adequately dressed”, since tonight, you do not need much to wear since you will be mostly naked. Any and all clothing will just slow our progress down as we talked about. Tying you up will be so much fun.’. Her words sounded pervy and business-like at the same time but her easy-going demeanor helped me to relax. I did, however, wonder why she said “tying you up”, but I did not let it bother me, ‘Hi Carol! Thank you for having me. I am so excited to do this. And yes, I am planning to have fun as well.’. She grinned, ‘Lovely! Let’s walk into my dungeon before I ask you to strip for me. Right this way.’.

I followed Carol while we kept talking about the agreed specifications of the suit that I had in mind. I wanted to have a black colored suit with an open chest area. She told me that she really loved my tits and she completely agree to let my boobs swing free. I also wanted my face covered. I want that the bitch suit will rob me of my sight so I would feel even more helpless. Obviously, the mouth part should be left open. I want my master can take full advantage of my mouth whenever he (or maybe she if I am into it) wants to. F‌inally I want that the latex of the suit to cover my whole backside while one zipper opens my sensitive fun area. I shared a few other ideas with Carol and she seemed to be over the moon about my design ideas.

‘Alright love, I think I got the high-level details down. Now I need you to undress for me’, she grinned while taking a soft measuring tape from her desk. ‘In the next 20 minutes, I’ll know more about your body than you do’, she kept teasing me. “Wow, she is so stunningly audacious…”, I thought in my mind. I did my best to return the favor, ‘You just must teach me about my body when you are done, Carol’. ‘Don’t tease me, Alisha. I might just do it’, she replied. I’ve never been with a woman before, but I must admit that a small part of me would like to make an exception for Carol. ‘Alisha, while you undress, do you mind if I go through your personal information?’ ‘No, not at all’, I replied while I started to remove my top. ‘Good good. Stop me if you hear something wrong. So, Alisha. 28 years old. 170 centimeters. 57 kilograms. Long dark purple hair. Blue eyes. Amazing E-cup tits… maybe even F-cups’, she said the final part right when I dropped my brassiere. I smiled back to meet her eyes and playfully replied, ‘I understand that you need to know my bust size, but why did you have me write down the color of my eyes? That seems overly detailed.’. She was taken aback by my innocent inquiry, but she gathered herself quickly and dodged the question, ‘Oh no love. This is not for the bitch suit. I am filling up your dating profile.’. I giggled in her jest and replied, ‘Well, that is alright then Carol. Please continue.’. While staring at my body, she did, ‘As I was saying, smallish pierced nipples that are standing out from the excitement. Smooth alabaster skin which could use some red from spanking. Luscious red lips to kiss. And…’. She dragged the final “and” until I dropped my skirt, ‘…stunning, shaven pussy’. She gestured for me to spin around and then finished her detailed de***********ion by saying, ‘And top all that, the most spankable tight ass I have ever seen’.

I just had to continue with flirting, ‘Oh Carol, you know how to make a girl feel naughty and sexy.’. ‘That is my gift love.’, she said with an enigmatic smile. ‘And now, please raise your hands, it’s measuring time.’. Carol stood up from the chair she was sitting on and walked to me. She touched my arm and looked into my eyes. It was obvious that she did not solely care about my measurements, she had an ulterior agenda. And small non-hetero part of me hoped that the agenda was the same that I had in my mind. She walked behind me and I felt the measuring tape touching my boobs when she started to work. I heard Carol speaking for herself, ’86.’. The tape dropped down to my waist and she continued by saying ’61.’. She caressed my shapely butt when she lowered her tape to take one final measurement, ’91.’. She whispered into my left ear, ‘Love, you have a body that deserves to be worshipped. Are you sure that you want to hide it behind all that latex?’. It was a rhetorical question, so I did not reply. But I did start to breathe a little bit heavier.

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‘Now Alisha, I will need you to assume the position. Take those elbow & knee pads and I will tie your pretty body nice and tight.’. She pointed to a table that had various pieces of different paddings. I had expected to pose in the needed position, but not be tied down so I asked while trying to keep my voice as confident as possible, ‘So you want me tied on my hands and knees behind of your store? What if someone walks in and sees us?’. ‘Of course love! Did you think that I had to ask you here just because of those three little measurements? We need to tie you down and see how well you bend. And we need to figure out how tight you want certain places to be. It is going to be so much fun love. I promise!’. She kept smiling mischievously and continued, ‘And don’t you worry, this building has only one other person and us. My brother Carl is at the hall handling logistics, but you can ignore him. He had an accident when he was younger and cannot really appreciate the finer things in life.’. Something in her voice made me second-guess myself, but I ignored the growing doubt. She was not taking measurements for some silly summer dress. This sort of suit needs precise measurements from every angle. Carol reassured me, ‘No pressure love. These things need trust. If it makes you feel better, we can do this some other time and you can even ask your partner or friend to join us. I steeled myself and replied, ‘Nonsense Carol. You just took me by surprise. Let’s tie me up.’. ‘Wonderful. Yes, let’s Alisha.’, Carol said while smiling.

Next few minutes Carol explained to me what she had planned for me. She said that she is going to use old belts and tie my hands and legs just like with a real bitch suit. She then uses the notches of the belts to measure the ideal tightness. Measuring tape might’ve worked as well, but she has gotten used to counting the notches of the belts. When all the measurements have been tallied, she wants me to be fully tied up for at least 10 minutes. If I feel uncomfortable, we need then adjust the notches or the padding under my elbows and knees. Once again she explained to me that the bitch suit need to be comfortable enough for me so I can stay there for hours. Then she grinned and said, ‘Well, it is up to you of course how long you want to play with it, love. But I am not letting you leave this store with a suit that you cannot wear for longer than a few minutes. I am too proud to sell you such a poor-quality product. I want that people who leave this store will also return.’. “That is a good policy.”, I thought while assuring myself that this was a good idea.

Before I had even noticed, Carol was already working with my final limb. So far, staying like this was quite comfortable. She had used one or two belts per arm or leg, depending on the size and type of the belt. ‘Alisha, I used the same notches as I did with your right arm. Please tell me how it feels.’, Carol told me. This was the first moment when my full weight was on my elbows and knees. ‘Heh, Carol, my left arm feels fine, but overall it feels a bit weird to be tied like this.’. She grinned, ‘You are going to love it Alisha. Being tied up and helpless while your partner is doing naughty things to your body, is going to feel wonderful. Now, try struggling and moving a bit love.’. I did as she asked and found out that although I could move a little, it was only very little. ‘You are right Carol. I may move, but I am fully at your mercy.’. Her tone of voice changed, ‘Yes, that was the point you little bitch.’.

I was taken aback by her reaction, but before I had a chance to open my mouth, she had already continued, ‘Sorry about strong language. I just wanted to have your full attention.’. She sat down at the chair a meter away from me and started to talk, ‘The thing is, when something is too good to be true, it probably is too good to be true. I may have left out a few details about our deal. The good detail is that you need only pay 1€ for your suit. Yay, right? The bad detail is that… well depending on how we define “bad”, but anyway, you are going to provide the promo material today. In fact, you are the promo material. My job is to prepare perverted young sexy women like yourself for a party of rich and boring folk. This party happens once every year and they pay me quite a lot to bring you lot in.’. She paused to let the information sink in. After a moment, I yelled, ‘WHAT THE HELL CAROL!?!’. While being super calm she continued her explanation, ‘Don’t worry love. It is one night only. And you are there only to be watched, not touched. Well, maybe some light spanking, but that’s it. Nothing you need to worry about too much.’. My anger was growing, but it was like that I was too confused about all of it to say anything. Since I did not reply anything, Carol kept going, ‘I must admit that I rather find willing girls, but they have instructed me to ki… I would not like to say “kidnap” so I rather say acquire fresh talent. If I do not obey, I will lose my store. And probably a lot else. So… I’m sorry love. I hope that I can make it up to you with the expensive suit. And one more thing before I let you express your frustration. Do not tell anyone about this when they let you leave. You would not like those consequences. This is not a threat from me. I was instructed to tell you this. Now please go ahead, love. You were saying something.’.

I was flabbergasted. So many different sensations flew through me when I tried to process what I had just heard. The only reason why I agreed to the promo material deal was the total anonymity and now I was going to be presenting my body in a life-session for total strangers. Or worse, there might be someone who knows me. “I will fucking kill them all”, I thought in my mind. Carol read my thoughts, ‘You will have some time to calm down love. When you start to understand that these are not people who you should mess with, you will figure out what is best for you. Anyway, I will still give you a moment to ask, but then we need to move on.’. I was raging, but Carol sounded like this would be the final time to gather information. So I calmed myself and asked, ‘Are you going to hurt me?’. ‘Did you not listen to me at all Alisha? No, they are not going to hurt you. They might spank you when they walk by, but mostly you are going to act as artwork.’, she replied. I was thinking of my next question, but Carol stopped me, ‘Actually, you know what Alisha? We don’t have time for Q&A. We still have work to do.’. Just when I was about to say something, she stuffed a gag into my mouth. ‘That is better love. It is just faster when I talk and you listen. I am sure that I can explain the situation so that you will fully understand what we are trying to achieve here.’.

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I tried to mouth my protests, but the rubber gag muffled me quite well. It was one of those ring gags that keeps your mouth open, but lets you still breathe quite easily. And if your partner is naughty enough, they might even insert something into your mouth through the gag. Carol started her monologue, ‘I call that blowjob gag and it is an important piece of my artwork. I am going to call the artwork, aka. you, “Blow-Jup Doll”. It is referencing to one of those blow-up dolls and blowjob at the same time. I want you to look like you are always ready to suck.’. I tried my hardest to spit the gag out, but it was next to impossible. It kept my mouth so open that I had no chance of getting it out without my hands. ‘Sorry love. That does not work. Just try to get used to it.’, Carol said. Next, I felt her picking up my long hair and pulling it hard. She must’ve noticed the roots of my hair since she said, ‘Oh, so you have natural red hair as well? That explains so much. Did you know that 50% of my customers who are interested in bondage are red hairs? Us gingers, we really are kinky people. Don’t you think so?’. She kept yanking my hair until my head was fully up, ‘Yes, I think I can work with this love. Your hair is just right for the next part. Just wait there for a moment. I need some tools… and lube. I’ll be right back.’.

I kept yelling against the gag, but it made no difference. My anger started to calm down, while the panic was setting in. I had been in trouble a few times in my life, but never like this. I had made a grave error and I was trying to figure her next steps out, “What the fuck is going on? And what is she going to do to me?”. “How dumb do I need to be to allow a total stranger to tie me down?”, I kept scolding myself. Of course, I had fantasized about being taken against my will, but it is completely different to think about it in the safety of your home rather than it actually happening in the backroom of some shady store. Sure, she said that I was not going to be hurt, much anyway, but I was still scared out of my mind. Who wouldn’t be?

It only took Carol about 2-3 minutes to get back, ‘Good news love! I found everything that we need to make this work.’. She was speaking behind me so I was not able to see what she meant. She asked me quite bluntly, ‘Have you ever tried anal?’. Yes, I had tried it. But I tried to shout, ‘NO!’. ‘That’s alright love. It will be a nice and new experience for you.’. Then she showed me what she meant. She was holding a curved, stainless steel, metal rod in her hand. One side had a decent-sized bulb while the other side had a metal ring. ‘Alright. This is something we in the adult industry, call “anal hook”. I am going to lube up the anchor.’, she was pointing at the bulb. ‘And then I am going to insert it into your ass. That is simple, but then it becomes tricky. I need to pull your beautiful hair back and tie it to this metallic ring.’. I struggled and screamed when she was done with her explanation, but there was nothing I was able to do while being tied so neatly. Carol sighed and said, ‘I hope you are not going to be difficult with this. If you move too much during that part, you might hurt yourself. Also less you move, the easier it is for me to tie your hair. But if you force my hand, I will need to ask Carl to pull your hair while I make the knot… and I can assure you that then I will make it as tight as possible. It will be very uncomfortable for several hours.’. This shut me right up. As much as I hated Carol for taking advantage of my helplessness, I did not want to get hurt. ‘Good girl.’, she added.

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Without any warning, she pushed two fingers into my mouth, ‘Let me just get some of your spit. Saliva is so much more personal than the lube.’. I felt her gently placing the anal hook on top of my back and with her now free hand she started to play with my breasts and my nipples, ‘There you go love. This could still be a very fun experience for you with the right mindset. Now try to relax.’. I knew what to expect when she withdrew from my mouth. She moved to my side, still fondling my melons. I felt one of her fingers at my rosy asshole. ‘Relax…’, she whispered into my ear. I could not relax. She steadily applied more pressure and I could feel how she was prying me up. ‘That is a nice and tight little asshole you have love, but I am sure we can figure things out.’, Carol said with a seductive voice. She moved her head closer to my backside and soon I felt her spit falling into my asshole, ‘There we go love. That’s my own personal touch for you.’. I whimpered when her index finger suddenly penetrated my asshole. She kept moving her finger inside of me, ‘Let’s train this hole a moment before we start playing with the hook.’. Her index finger moved in a circular motion, trying to widen the way forward. I must admit, the sensation would have been nice if I had been willing partner in this session.

After a while, I felt her taking her hand away from my breasts and only moments later cool sensation started to grow from my asshole. She had applied some lube to the mix. When her hand reached to my back, she whispered into my ear, ‘Now would be the great time to relax. Let’s make this as enjoyable as possible.’. It did not matter how hot she sounded, I could not really enjoy myself. Although I was showing some signs of arousal, it did not change the fact that she was violating my body. She took the hook from my back, but to my surprise, she did not remove her finger from my ass. She kept doing the same circular motion as she had done for a while now. Instead, I felt the bulb being pushed into my pussy. The anchor was easily inserted into my glistening hole and an involuntary moan escaped from my mouth. Carol giggled, ‘Look at you little slut. See how wet you are. You must love being touched like this. If you are a good little slut, I might even push one little vibrator egg into you to keep you company while you are taken to the party.’. For the next minute or so, she kept playing with both my holes and I could not deny that my body found it stimulating. Finally, she pulled the hook out from my pussy and her finger out from my ass. ‘Ready yourself love.’, Carol moaned and I felt the anchor knocking at my back door. A spherical metallic object pushed against my brown hole. Carol did not need to force the object, instead, she calmly allowed my body to accommodate to the sensations. Sprincter gave in little by little and then the anchor was sucked into my ass. My ass suddenly felt fuller than ever before and I had to admit to myself that it did not feel bad at all. Carol had manipulated my body like a pro and she knew it, ‘See Alisha, wasn’t that easy?’.

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‘I would love to continue touching you Alisha, but I need both of my hands for the next part. I will go wash them, but I will be right back with some rope.’, Carol said as she left the room. I was breathing heavily since the short experience had made me very aroused. I hated myself that I could not put up any stronger resistance against her. But that’s life when you love sex as much as I do and when your “partner” is someone who understands sex as well as Carol does. My sphincter tightened around the metal rod when the bulb popped into my rectum thus securing the anchor safely inside of me. The anal hook felt like it was custom-made for my ass. The cool metal rod curved upwards from my lubricated asshole, made a half circle, and was resting right between my shapely ass cheeks. The hook fitted me so perfectly that I could not even shake it a little by moving my ass. It was like a handle for my lower body… which I hoped that no one would ever pull. As I soon found out, that was a pointless thought from the beginning.

I could hear Carol’s footsteps when she returned after her brief visit to the bathroom and storeside. She talked while walking to me, ‘Did you get accustomed to the hook yet love? It is going to be your close friend next several hours. When you take it out, please wash it. And no need to return it here, it is my gift for you.’. She giggled and took her chair closer to me. ‘Next Alisha, I need to tie your hair with this rope.’, she showed me a black colored shibari rope that she had just taken out from its package. Carol continued, ‘I feel that black suits you the best, don’t you?’. Even if I had been able to answer, she did not wait for me, ‘I need to make a knot to your hair so that it looks like a ponytail. But I will try to make it so that most of your hair is flowing freely. I would not like to hide such beautiful hair with a full ponytail.’. She opened the rope and started to gather my hair, ‘Now the first knot… and it goes through here.’. She kept talking to herself about where the rope goes next, ‘Don’t you worry love if you cannot keep up. I can send these instructions to your email if you want to try it yourself someday.’. When she was done, she tested the strength of the knot by pulling the rope a couple of times. My head was pulled backward each time she yanked the rope. ‘Sorry about that love. I had to try that the knot holds.’. I was grunting angrily, ‘UGH! AGHH!’. She did not mind, ‘Thank you love for not making this difficult. Tying the rope to hair is actually harder than it looks. But now that it’s done, we are almost done. Just the final fun part.’.

I knew what to expect next. Carol’s hand touched the hook and my asshole started twitching around the rod. I felt how she pulled the other side of the rope through the metal ring. She said, ‘I am going to start pulling the rope now. I suggest you raise your head so I do not need to use too much force. I am going to make it tight, but not so tight that it is unbearable. Unless of course, you force my hand. But you wouldn’t do it, right love?’. In defeat, I shook my head for ‘No.’. ‘Good girl.’, Carol replied. I raised my head and I felt the tension with the rope just increasing. Tension reached my anus and the hook started to dig harder at my body. My head was slowly being pulled further and further, until I had to yell against the gag, ‘MUGAAGH!’. Immediately after my painful grunt, Carol eased up the tension to a tolerable level and started to string the rope between the knot in my hair and the ring in the hook. She used all the extra rope to make sure that the tension would not break.

‘Perfection!’, Carol said loudly. ‘You are absolute perfection love.’. It was difficult to disagree with her. In any other circumstances, I would be amazed at how she had tied me up. I already had quite limited moving capabilities after I had allowed Carol to tie my arms and legs, but now that my hair was tied to the hook which was embedded into my asshole, I became utterly helpless. I was able to move my head ever so slightly before the anal hook would cause me to squirm from the pressure.