"See, this is what I mean. Do they have stuff like this paddle, leather clothing like that," that was a picture of a gal covered in leather, except for tits, pussy and ass.
"How about these? Do they have these leather bras? How about this, what would you call it, anyway?"
"I'd call it a restraining harness. The straps between her legs keeps her open for, well, whatever. The ones around her breasts make them stand out, while the rest holds her in various positions. Vertical, horizontal, twisted, stretched and so on depending on how you hook her up."
"They really have this stuff in stores where you can see it? And try it on for size and all?"
"Sure, if you know where to go."
"And do you? Know where to go, that is?"
"I'm sure I could manage it, why?"
"How's your plastic holding up?"
"No complaints. Why, want to see how much you can charge on them?"
"Well, the thought had crossed my mind. You don't really mind, do you? I mean... well we'll both benefit from it."
"I don't mind at all Kate. You want to go on a shopping spree, we'll go on a shopping spree. How's this weekend sound?"
"Great! Know any places where we can ahh you know, try them on for size and all?"
"I know just the place."
And he did. God, did he ever.
We left right after our last classes on Friday and flew into the big apple by late afternoon, to see all the business types flooding the subway, trains and streets as we leisurely made our way to the place Jason knew about.
It was the pits.
I mean this place actually had dust balls in the corners, cobwebs on the walls and customers who looked like the FBI's most wanted. In other words, it was great!
The merchandise? Well it was all there. And more. I actually had to duck under a leather harness hanging over the isle as my eyes took in every sight. My nose wasn't neglected either. The strongest scent was leather. Closely followed by a strong hint of metallic. And then my fingers did do a bit of touching, too.
As I said, I am a very sensual gal, and boy were my senses ever being stimulated as Jason placed his hand in the small of my back as we slowly made our way all around the five rooms that made up the establishment.
It took us at least a good hour to make our first tour. Jason had told me ahead of time that we would see all that was available before making our first purchase and he was true to his word as I made notes of special placement of articles.
"Okay, Kate, now it's time to buy. Where do you want to start?"
That I had decided the moment we had entered the room that contained harnesses and clothing. Grabbing his hand, I quickly pulled Jason into the room and raised my hand. Pointing my finger, I said, "That."
"That" was a leather harness that encompassed a mannikin to show how it was to be installed. Over tits, forcing them way out and cutting into boobs and chest. A series of straps connected everything together—around neck, arms, waist and thighs. The lower section of leather straps was wedged into ass crack and pussy slit, making all intimate openings vastly available to whatever. There was also a strap hanging down the back that held two massive dildos that could or could not be used in conjunction with the remaining harness.
Each connecting strap also had huge rings attached. Each strong enough to support the average person. There were rings at each upper arm band, each thigh band, at the neck and waist straps, too. Each ring was also large enough to allow a bar or rod to slip through, or to hook a chain or rope too.
Jason smiled. He didn't even wince at the accompanying price tag. But he did pick up the box beneath the display and tuck it under his arm.
My entire body was literally covered with goose bumps.
"Next," was his only comment as he again turned and looked at me to make my next selection.
I was determined to put a dent in his charge cards. Three hours later I succeeded. It took us three trips to carry it all out to the cab.
You should have seen the cabbie's eyes!
We made the slowest trip in a New York cab in history. Of course part of that reason just might have been caused by the fact that Jason again ordered me to discard my top as he tried out several of our purchases right there in the cab.
You know, the cabbie wasn't even offended about not getting a tip at the airport.
He even helped us load up the luggage cart. Then he got his tip.
A tip in the form of using one damned stiff cane on my displayed ass as I leaned over the hood of the cab as others looked on with mixed reactions.
No sir, that cabbie didn't object at all in not getting any extra money. And he sure as hell laid into my ass. I mean, I could hardly even sit on my ass as we drove back to Jason's.
But I was far from complaining.
There was also the fact that I didn't sit on my ass all that much. No, most of the time my face was plastered against Jason's cock and my ass was in the air after we reached his Vet. Totally bare I might add for those interested.
It was quite late when we finally arrived at his house, but neither of us had any desire to go to bed. Well, at least not to sleep that is.
After dropping the final bag on the floor in a corner, Jason was past the point of patience. He grabbed the bag he wanted, dumped it on the floor at my feet and told me in no uncertain terms to get into it.
‘It' being my first selection of the harness.
With cool fingers I quickly removed the remainder of my clothing, discarding them in a heap, and stood very eagerly in front of him for him to harness me.
To say that my pussy was wet would have been the understatement of the century, but when he fastened the first strap around my neck I was in total flood stage. I got wetter with each successive strap— around waist, arms and thighs.
I was actually shaking when he began to entrap my bloated boobs between the leather straps. And God, when he began to tighten them, well, there is no way to deny it, I came.
Right there standing in front of Jason as he adjusted them to me, I came.
My legs almost gave up support of me. I know for a fact that they were literally quivering. Right along with my clit, cunt and asshole. Hell, why pull punches. I was a goner. In fact Jason actually held some of my weight as he pull the straps tighter as my legs resembled an up and down yo-yo.
Jason wasn't the least bit put out though.
No, he just kept fastening strap after strap, sometimes holding me, sometimes not, depending on the strength of my legs until I was securely encased in every blessed strap.
Talk about a rippled body. Mine was. Each strap was digging in as deep as it could. Boobs oozed over straps, as did arms, waist, ass, cunt and tights. Fingers and toes were turning numb. But the rest of me was firecracker hot and ready to explode some more as he walked around me. Believe me, he gave me a very thorough look-see.
I also know for a fact that he liked what he saw.
His solid cock was proof enough to verify that statement as it pressed against his zipper. And of course there was the smile that just wouldn't go away from his face, too.
Oh yes, we were both very pleased with the harness and raring to experiment with it. And with me of course, too.
I got an inkling of Jason's idea when he pulled out a very long rod and slipped it through the ring at the back of my waist. His words of, "Stand up on the bed," told me the rest. And sure enough, a few minutes later I was swinging back and forth at the end of his bed by my waist as the harness really dug into my gut. I mean really dug in as he cuffed my wrists to the rod and began to lengthen a spreader bar between my feet.
No doubt about it, I sure as hell wasn't going to be going anywhere for quite some time. I also picked up on the fact that I could be rotated into any position with a flick of his hand on the spreader bar attached to my ankles. No sir, no doubt about it at all.