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Secondhand

By: Ken Nitsua



SECONDHAND by K. Nitsua. Copyright 2008 by the author.

Summer had just begun and already I was bored. Going to the gym, sitting in the Starbucks reading the paper, and surfing the net for online porn had long since gotten old. So what was I doing today? Checking out the Goodwill store. My so-called life.

I'd had a good job, made a lot of money, and been able to retire early. So what was I doing in a thrift store? Going to the Goodwill wasn't as trashy as it might seem, actually. I'd picked up lots of good, practically new stuff there. Besides, it was a great place to check out cute men. No fooling. Younger guys, especially college students, are often short on cash, and sometimes it seemed as if all the studly ones shopped here.

Not that they were looking at me. All those years I worked I was too busy to spend a lot of time dating or cruising, and now that I had the time I was too old. None of those hot boys was going to take a second look at me, and I refused to go hang out at parks, bookstores or tearooms. I wasn't going to become one of those pathetic old trolls. That meant being pushed to the sidelines. I'd accepted my fate but that didn't mean I was happy about it.

A blast of cool air hit me as I pushed open the door and walked in. As usual the place reeked of dry-cleaning fluid--they had to make sure those used clothes were sanitary, I guess. The cashier smiled and said hello. I guess I was a regular by now. I nodded back and glanced toward the men's wear racks. No one was there. I looked at the bid case and dodged some screaming little kids running around. Fortunately that family was leaving.

I started looking at the men's clothes. The front rack nearest the store window had the underwear and sports gear. That stuff never much interested me because it was almost never the right size or color. I could never figure out whether normal-sized people never gave their stuff to Goodwill or whether it simply got snapped up too fast for me to grab any of it. The briefs and boxers in particular made me crack up--the pairs on sale were usually enormous. I tried to picture a man who could actually wear an XXXL pair of jockeys, and wondered whether he actually existed outside of a pro wrestling ring.

There was a normal-sized pair of briefs on the rack today, but I could see why nobody had bought them. They were high-cut and a bright safety orange. Eye-catching, but not really a sexy color. I moved to the next aisle to look at shirts. At that moment the door opened. I looked up and knew I had struck pay dirt.

A man had come into the store and was heading for the clothes racks. Actually he was a boy compared to me. He couldn't have been more than twenty--one of those college students looking for cheap threads. He was slender and hard, with unruly dark brown hair and a day's growth of beard. To my delight he decided to look at shirts too. As he thumbed through the rack down the aisle from me I cast surreptitious looks at him, liking what I saw more and more. He wore a loose, old shirt. The top two buttons were open, giving me a glimpse of his chest. His slim-fit jeans hugged his narrow hips and small rear end.

Then it happened. As I was copping a look at his lean, square-jawed face he raised his head and caught my eye. His own eyes were gorgeous--large, bright and dark brown. There was no hardness or challenge in them, only friendly curiosity.

I blushed, and ducked my head. It was humiliating that I couldn't even look another guy in the eye, but I'd never been good at talking to strangers, which explained why I was retired and single, I guess. I mapped out the quickest escape route in my head.

"So what do you think of this?"

Was he talking to me? I looked up. He was. I tried to say something but only a hoarse rattle came out of my dry throat. I harrumphed and tried again.

"I don't know. It's kind of old for you." It was a blue and white pinstriped Brooks Brothers dress shirt, the kind business types wore to the office.

He looked at it and let it drop. "Maybe so."

I turned back to the rack, relieved but somehow disappointed.

"How about this one?"

I looked at him again. This time he was holding up a faux-silk number with bright colored vertical stripes. On a skinny young guy like him it might actually look good. I said as much.

He looked at the shirt, then at me. "I'm going to try it on. Would you tell me how it looks on me?"

I shrugged. Another youngster stuck on himself.

"Sure. I'll wait here."

His gaze held mine. "Why don't you come with me?"

For a moment I didn't believe what I'd heard. "Come with you?" I repeated, like a fool.

"Sure." He smiled.

The dressing rooms were at the back. They weren't very private--the doors had slats and didn't extend either to the floor or the ceiling. Still, he was inviting me into one. Who knew what could happen?

"Okay."

Ever so casually we walked through the store, him holding the shirt, and went into one of the empty cubicles. By the time I pushed the button latch in the doorknob and turned around he was slipping off his shirt in front of the mirror. His bare torso looked exactly like I thought it would--hard, flat stomach with a fine dusting of hair, pecs defined but not huge. One nipple was pierced with a small gold ring. I wanted to pull on it so bad.

His jeans were slung low on his hips, the way all the young guys wore them these days. I could see he was wearing a pair of blue plaid boxers underneath. I had an idea. "Hold on, be right back."

I walked back to the front of the store and grabbed the orange briefs I'd seen when I first came in off the rack. When I got back he'd put the Goodwill shirt on and was looking at himself in the mirror. It looked great on him, as I'd thought it would. He turned and saw the underwear.

"What the--you want me to put those on?" He looked skeptical.

"Sure," I said, thinking fast. "I don't know how you stuff those boxer things into those tight jeans. This is what you're supposed to wear under jeans."

He shook his head. "I don't know. At any rate I don't want to here."

I saw my chance and went for broke. "I live nearby. Come back to my place and try them on."

His head snapped up. Before he could say anything I played my last card. "Tell you what, I'll buy both these things for you."

Silence that went on and on, then I saw his slow smile, the shrug of his shoulders. "Heck, why not? Lead the way, man."

I'd been telling him the truth--I lived just a few blocks from the Goodwill and had walked to the store. We made the short trip back mostly in silence, my new friend carrying the clothes I'd bought for him in a plastic bag. I'd found out his name, at least--Michael. Not Mike, he said firmly.

"Nice place," he said as we walked in the front door. I'd already made up my mind not to come on too strong. After all, I hadn't said or done anything overt and neither had he. So I kept playing the game.

"You want anything before we get started? A Coke, a beer?" I asked.

Michael shook his head, that small smile on his face again. He really was cute. At that point I didn't even care whether I actually fucked the kid or not. The novelty of having a guy less than half my age in my place was enough. And he was about to take his clothes off for me.

"You can put those things on in my bedroom down the hall," I said, handing him the bag. "Put your jeans back on over the underwear and tuck the shirt in. Then come on back and let's see how you look."

He trotted obediently away and I sat on the living room couch, surprised and a bit embarrassed that I was breathing hard, even shaking a little bit.

It seemed like a very long time before I heard his returning footsteps. Michael came in, wearing the new shirt tucked in like I told him. He'd left the two top buttons undone the way he had with his other shirt. The bright stripes together with the tight jeans made him look as slim as a reed, even younger than he was. My breath caught in my throat.

"So what do you think?" he asked.

"You look terrific," I told him. "All ready to hit the clubs."

He shrugged, but I could tell he was pleased.

"You wearing the briefs underneath?"

"Yeah."

"So--you like them?"

"I don't know. I don't wear that kind of underwear usually. Feels kind of weird."

"Well," I said, licking my lips, "Let's see how they look on you."

He dropped his gaze modestly as he undid his fly and pushed his jeans down to his knees.

"Unbutton the shirt." My voice was a hoarse rasp.

Whatever was going through his head, Michael knew what to do. He undid the shirt, pulled the tails apart and pushed them back as he put his hands on his hips. The skimpy orange briefs rode low, giving me a perfect view of his hard, flat stomach, the dark treasure trail thickening as it descended toward the waistband, the ridges of muscle above his groin. And, of course, the swelling mound stretching the elastic fabric.

As I watched he cocked one hip to the side in a perfect model's stance. I looked up. His eyes were just as they had been in the store--no hardness or attitude in them, just an open, frank question. I stood and went over to him.

"Lovely," I said, and ran one hand over his chest and stomach, hooking my finger into his nipple ring and tugging at it, very gently. Michael's eyes closed and I heard his quick intake of breath. He let out a soft groan as I bent down and flicked my tongue over his other tit.

I kept working both nipples as I knelt, kissing his stomach. Finally I reached his crotch. I took my sweet time, teasing him and myself, drawing the orange Jockeys slowly down his hips until his cock finally popped out, already almost hard, startling me with its length and thickness. His pubes were coal-black, darker than his head hair. Clear fluid leaked from the tip of the conical purplish head, freed from its foreskin. His balls were round and tight and no doubt very full. The next moment I'd inhaled his rod and was sliding back and forth on it like a madman. So much for holding back.

"Oh fuck that's nice," Michael said, grabbing my head as I continued to suck him.

"Mm hmm," I agreed. The day had already exceeded my wildest dreams-getting a load out of this young stud would be icing on the cake.

Michael, it seemed, had other ideas. I felt his hands under my arms, urging me to my feet, pulling my reluctant mouth away from its prize. Before I knew it he was on his knees in front of me, undoing my button fly and fishing my own organ out. He looked up at me and grinned.

"You're not wearing anything underneath," he observed.

I tried to imitate his shrug. "That's the other option," I said, ending with a startled "Uh!" as his mouth engulfed my cock. My eyes closed and my mouth opened as waves of pleasure washed over me. Michael was a terrific cocksucker. His hand tugged at my balls, keeping the skin stretched tight as warm, wet lips and tongue slid over the shaft and head of my prick. Soon I was moaning helplessly, getting closer and closer to blowing my load. I didn't want that to happen just yet, so I backed up and out of his talented mouth and bent toward him.

"You are fucking hot," I whispered before clamping my mouth onto his. We stood and kissed for long moments, tongues tangling, lips coming together with bruising force, breaking apart reluctantly and going back for more. Our hands roved over each other's bodies, sliding under what remained of our clothes. "Want to take this back to the bedroom?"

In a few moments we were going at it again on my bed. I got behind Michael as he lay on his stomach, grabbed his hips and lifted his ass toward my face. His hole was small and pink, surrounded by just a few dark hairs. It tasted as good as it looked. He groaned in appreciation as I ate his ass.

"Fuck me, Lee."

"I'd love to," I said. "Let me get a rubber."

"No." Michael looked back at me and shook his head. He added, "You're clean, aren't you?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

His dark eyes were intense. "So am I. You've got to do me bare, man. Only way. So fucking hot when a guy dumps his load inside. I can feel it. Makes me cum like that."

I had to admit his dirty talk was getting me hot. I looked at his hard slender body, his tight little butt, all mine for the taking. What the hell.

"I still need lube."

He chuckled. "No way you're going to get that thing in me otherwise."

"I'll go slow." I hopped off the bed and went to the bathroom. It took me a while before I found the tube-it'd been a long time since I'd used it. When I came back in Michael was still lying on his stomach, his head turned toward me. He smiled.

I knelt between his legs, greasing my cock up with a handful of lube and putting a fingerful into his asshole. I was shaking with excitement again and had to keep telling myself to take it easy. When I was ready I stretched out full length over Michael's prone body, grabbed my cock and gently pressed it in. I sucked in my breath as I felt the squeezing heat of his back passage. I had to admit it felt wonderful without a rubber.

Michael hadn't said anything or made a sound underneath me, but now I heard him sigh in contentment. I began to thrust gently into him. "Is this okay?" I asked.

"Mm hmm. Perfect."

I fucked him slowly a few minutes in this position before I felt like I could control myself and not blow my load too soon. I put my hands under his stomach and pushed him toward me.

"Hands and knees, baby."

Doing him doggy style was hot-I could look at the long dark hair falling on the nape of his neck and his muscled back, tapering in a "V" down to his incredibly slim waist and hips. I forced myself not to glance lower down-the sight of my bare shaft sliding in and out between the pale curves of his butt cheeks would have made me cum in a second, and I wanted to last as long as I could.

Michael's hole twitched and squeezed at my shaft as I fucked him. I figured that was a good sign. I reached around and tugged at his nipple ring, then grasped his hard, hard cock. He pushed my hand away.

"Don't. I'll cum right away if you do that."

I grinned. "I know the feeling." I contented myself with nibbling and licking at his earlobe, then stealing a sidelong kiss. The scent rising from his aroused body was driving me wild, though, and soon I'd waited long enough. I pulled out and asked him to turn over. As soon as Michael was on his back I spread his legs wide apart and shoved myself back in. I leaned back, watching my cock fuck his hole, making his balls shake every time I hit bottom.

I didn't lose control, though, until I looked up into his face. His dark eyes stared into mine, daring me to fuck him harder, to give him what he wanted. He jerked his head in a barely perceptible nod and gave me another smile.

That did it. I leaned forward over him and began to fuck him full force, my body slamming into his with an audible slap on every downstroke. Michael's eyes danced with delight. "Yeah, fuck me, man," he whispered.

My lips and tongue found his, and we kissed for one last time. My gasping breaths turned into grunts, then hoarse guttural shouts as cum rose from my balls, hurtled through my dick and exploded out the end in a hot flood deep into his gut. "Aw fuck, I'm cumming," I hissed through clenched teeth as I pounded my load into him.

"Fuck yeah," Michael said, his arms clamped around my neck. I felt sticky wet heat on my stomach and looked down as soon as I could open my eyes. Sure enough, he'd shot his load without touching himself.

"That is pretty amazing," I said.

He grinned. "Only happens when I'm really turned on."

When we started to catch our breaths I reluctantly pulled out of him and went to get a towel to clean ourselves up. After that we lay on the bed, loosely cuddled in each other's arms. I felt my years finally catching up with me-my eyes were falling shut and try as I might I couldn't stay awake.

"All this for a secondhand shirt and a pair of Jockeys," I said to him. "Best bargain I ever picked up at the Goodwill."

Michael smiled, but looked a little funny.

"Stay with me, would you?" I asked, as a huge yawn came out of nowhere. "I just need a little rest-"

That was the last thing I remembered.

I don't know how long it was before I woke up, my eyes and brain sludgy with sleep. The sun had set, and the bedroom was almost dark. The house was silent and stuffy.

I was alone. Michael was gone, and so were his clothes.

I walked out of the bedroom into the hallway. I told myself I hadn't been expecting any more than what I got-in fact, what I'd gotten was a whole lot more than what I'd been expecting.

So why did I feel so empty inside?

I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water to wash the taste of sex from my mouth. In a moment I'd jump in the shower and get myself cleaned up. Then I'd try and put the memory of Michael behind me.

Something caught my eye on the kitchen table-three bills, a ten and two ones. I was sure I hadn't put the money there. My cell phone was lying nearby, and as I picked up the cash it rang, startling me.

I didn't recognize the number on the caller ID. I put the phone to my ear.

"Hey, you're awake," Michael's voice said.

My heart leaped with what I realized was joy. "Hey," I said, trying to keep my voice casual. "How did you get my number?"

He chuckled. "Off your phone when you were asleep. Sorry I snooped around. I guess I could have left mine, but I was afraid you wouldn't call if I did."

"Why wouldn't I call?" He was so sweet. "Hey, what's with the cash?"

"Oh, that's for the clothes."

I clicked my tongue. "That was a present, for Pete's sake."

"I felt kind of weird about it. I didn't want you to think I went home with you just because you bought me something. I mean, I'm not into that."

So he was upset when I told him he'd been a bargain. What was with a guy who'd take cum up his ass from me, but not a few secondhand clothes? Young people these days were so strange. 

"Michael, I'm sorry I said that about the clothes. That was tacky. Forgive me?"

"Well, sure." He sounded relieved.

"If I can't buy you clothes, can I buy you dinner?"

"I guess." I could see him shrugging. "Not Chinese food, though;"

"You don't like Chinese?"

"I work at a Chinese restaurant. That's where I am right now. That's why I left, I had to go to work. I didn't want to wake you up."

"You can have any kind of food you want. Then after we eat we can go shopping. After you fuck me."

He laughed. "Sounds good."

So I took Michael out to dinner and we went shopping, at Sears this time, after he'd fucked me (with a condom). It's been months and he's still hanging with me, lord knows why. The only fights we've had are when I've told him he ought to find someone younger.

"Lee, can you get it through your thick head. I know I can date guys my own age. I don't want to. I want to be with you."

So I've given up and made up my mind to enjoy this thing with Michael while it lasts. He still prefers wearing baggy boxers, but if I ask him to, he'll put on that first pair of orange briefs I got him. That always gets me going, of course.

"I love Goodwill," I told him once, as I peeled the underwear off of him for the hundredth time. "You sure can find great stuff if you look."

"I love Goodwill too," Michael said. "Hot guys shop there."

"Mm," I said, as I eased his cock into my mouth, "I'll drink to that."

END

Secondhand Slave Store



I never thought that there would be something like a second hand slave store, but there is. A Lady friend of mine, Mistress Babbs, a local Kansas City Domme, said she will take me to find me an honest to goodness slave. Mistress Babbs is this sexy Amazon Goddess that looks just like a fairy tale Amazon Warrior. She is 6 feet 5 inches tall. She is built like a brick house. But as she picked me up at my 1930's built house in the not nicest neighborhood. She is from the right side of town but we have been internet friends for six years, Babbs, has taking me to very under ground slave auctions just so that I can get a idea of what is going on. For three years now I have been saving up 60 bucks a month to go buy a slave girl. But every time I go to an auction. The prices of the younger slaves are way out of my reach. But Babbs told me about an Auction of older Slaves beyond their prime. 

We arrive at midnight of course to a very nice looking pet store just outside of the city limits of Kansas. It is located right on the state line right in between Missouri and Kansas. It drives both states crazy because even though it has a reputation of selling exotic pets and neither state can do anything about it cause the store is actually built on the state line. There had to be at least thirty to forty cars and vans. And all the cars Just like Babbs windows they were all tinted. As we walked up to the door the there before us is a big black guy who looked like he could kill me in five point two seconds. 

"Mistress Babbs and Master Robert Its good to see you. "I showed the guard my cash. He counted it. Hey you got a grand here. That's a enough to buy these two old bitches." I look at Babbs. 

"What does he mean by old?" Babbs just laughed at my question and the guards joke at the same time. 

"Honey they are between 30 and 55 years old. "I smile and so does she. Babbs understands that because of my disability that an older and more experienced slave would be better for me. Younger slaves wouldn't know how to handle a master in my situation. As we walk into the pet store it looks just like every other pet store that you would see in a shopping mall. The only real difference is that instead of dogs and cats, birds, and fish, the have human females naked in cages and on crosses. And in what looks like jail cells. It was kind of fun that I got to see a lot of the people I see from the local munch and sloshes. As Babbs and I walked around the store I couldn't help but get a very big erection. But I wasn't sure whether or not I should conceal it or just tryst to ignore it myself. 

"Robbie dear, do you see anything you like?" Babbs grabs my hand as we stroll along the isle just like a married couple. 

"Everything Looks so damned tasty, but I can only afford one. "Babbs laughs. "Well, I'm sure that you will find some thing you will like. "I nod my head in agreement. Looking at the slaves I noticed that there is an abundant of slaves from different cultures. Looking for signs to help me on how to interact with the slaves I look up just above the cashier And it reads: No whipping slaves until you get home J other than that anything goes. 

"Oh My Goodness there is a Slave as is section beyond this curtain." Babbs announced to the room although everybody knows its there. She drags me by my hand and says,

"Lets go." I just let her drag me along. I learned a long time ago it's just safer to do that. I don't want her to get Domme on my Ass. We walk through the long white curtain, and it slams right into my face, like a spiders web does to you on a summer morning when your walking out into your yard. Babbs and I just laugh it off. When I finally got my baring straight, I am quite amazed to see the collection of Older Slaves. There is a man wearing a black hood and carrying a whip. And a stun gun, He had to be at least six feet 7 inches tall. He is scary looking, but I gather that is the point. 

"Mistress Babbs and Master Robert. Is there any cunt that you would like to purchases?" His voice booms like thunder. Babbs in her grace and her own but sweet commanding voice said. 

"Well, today I'm not buying a slave after all you know I only like walking dicks. "The masked man bellowed out a big laugh. "Well, then. I guess it's for Master Robert, the cunt that is. How much do you have to spend?" 

"One thousand unfortunately. It took me three years to save up for one." There is definitely a big smile under his mask and he softens up a bit. 

"Well, I think I can get you two cunts for that. I took me over just across the room to where a 45 year old woman who has a big gut and sagging tits Looking at the woman I can see the fear in her eyes. Looking at her handler, I ask. "Why is she scared? Is she a novice?" The handler says as if he is in a doctor's office. 

"Well you see Master Robert older cunts like her and that red headed cunt next to her get bought for snuff films And or they get sold to a very dark group of people who are cannibals "That sent Shivers down my spine. I can see it affected Mistress Babbs too. I know though, she has to keep up her Domme Side. 

"What if they don't get sold," I asked not knowing if I wanted to hear his response. 

"Tell him cunt."

Master I would be put to death because I'm not worthy of any cocks or cunts." I can see the tears flowing down her face. Looking around I notice that these two were the only ones here the red head looked about 50. 

"I'll take them both. "Miss Babbs smiles at me and she takes my hand as if I'm her boyfriend. The handler seems very pleased and the two slaves shake and cry in relief. "Shut up you two cunts you're not safe at his home yet." The handler said. 

The handler says to me "Show Me the Money." I take out my bundler of ten hundred dollar bills. He becomes a money inspector. Looking at all of the numbers and the government seal of approval. He does this with each bill. I feel a bit Angry but then again. I can see why he's cautious.

"Yup one thousand bucks." Even under his heavy leather mask he says." Master Zech said you were a good guy. And he pats my back. Quickly he puts two leashes on the two slaves. Then he hands the leashes to me. As I take them the two women walk behind me with their heads down and their arms behind their backs. The Handler leads me to another room. There in the room was a medical table and also in the room were all sorts of tattoo tools and also sorts of branding irons and pricing tools. There sitting behind a desk is a Domme who is wearing bright Shinny Leather. I recognize her It was Mistress Sue. She smiled at me and hugged Babbs then kissed me on the lips. 

"Master Robert, I see you got yourself two new cunts. "She smiled at me and gave them a hard glare." I'm sure you will be well pleased with them. They have been slaves since they were out of high school. "

"Mistress Sue the handler checked out all of my cash. "Mistress Sue seemed to smile. 

"Its not that I don't trust you darling Man. I just want to make sure that I don't get any cops or the like." She just looked at her female slave slash assistant who took my money and counted each bill. "He has all the money here. "

"Good go ahead a put the money in the cash register." The slave Assistant does as she is told quickly and quietly. Returning back to her Mistresses side, all attention returns to the slaves who are now being put on to two tables. Their feet have been placed in stirrups and their legs have been spread very far apart. They each had shaved pussies. And their outer lips looked to be very huge. I started to get hard right away just looking at them as they are. 

"What kind of Rings do you want for this first slut?" Asked the Mistress, I looked up at her and I walked up to the slut on the table and I began to think about it as I begin to stick my fingers in her dry cunt. . "Oh I think Gold loops. I want them on both lips and her clit. "The first slut didn't like hearing that. And with in a few minutes the Mistress brought out her piercing tools. I noticed that the cunt is starting to shake in fear. I knew that the Mistress wasn't going to stand for it and Neither would Babbs So I walked up to her head and I started to rub her nipples and I looked her right in her blue eyes. And I kissed her lips. As I did I could feel the tension slowly go away. Looking into her eyes, I can see her fear. I began to rub her nipples and I can feel the tight skin looking at her body closely I can see the scars of pain that she had suffered over the years. I kiss her nipples lightly. I let my tongue slowly circle her nipple. She jumps as she does I bite down on her tit. I can see her quiver. Her blue eyes seemed to be transfixed on me. 

"Do you want the Clit Ring be the one that the leash goes through? "The mistress asks. I just nod keeping my eyes and my hands on the cunts tits.

"Have you had any kind Masters?" Mistress Sue looks up at me about to say something but she realizes what I am doing. So she decides not to bother me. All she does is to take the piercing needles and begin her work. 

"Nooooo. I Haven't!" The slave says looking into my eyes as she feels the pain of the needles going through her older skin. . I continue to rub her shoulders as she starts to tear up. 

"Well, now you have." I start to wipe away her tears from her face. Her face and upper chest is covered with sweat because of the combination of the cold air and the pain. I just stand behind her looking down into her eyes. The mistress of the shop finishes her job down below and she gives Babb's a look of pleasant surprise because she has never seen a master so calmly take control of a situation. Knowing that I had her under control The Mistress then begins to work on the nipple rings. 

"How many inches here on her nipples?" Looking at Mistress Babbs for ideas she smiles and says. "Two inches of course, that is standard. She looks like she would look lovely in Gold. "I seem to like the color choices. Looking at the slave's nipple you can see that they are a bright pink in color. So gold will reflect pretty well. So the Mistress of the shop takes out two golden rings and starts to pierce the slave's tits. 

Amazingly the Slave is calm still looking my eyes. I wasn't even aware that she was because I myself am still looking at the needles and the expertise that was being displayed. The swiftness of her needlework reminded me of a seamstress she went through the nipples as if she were mending a sweater. And I thought it was kind of funny when the Mistress when after the piercing is finished she took a swab of alcohol and she placed it on the freshly priced body parts and with a tiny laugh. 

"There All finished. Let get to the next bitch on the other table." The rehearsed act begins again. The second slave was a bit faster, after we got the slaves to look like I wanted; I had Mistress Sue add a brand on their right butt cheeks with my name on each woman's right butt cheek. Before we took them back to my place. Mistress Babbs got on her cell phone quickly and she called her own slave Shelly, and had to go open up the beauty salon that she runs out of her basement and to also make sure that her drinks and her friends drinks were ready for them when they arrived. After she hangs up with Shelly she calls a Mistress friend of hers that runs an all night sex clothes shop and informs her that she and I will be coming along with her to get some suitable clothes for my new slaves and she informs her friend that she was going to pay for everything that will be needed. Mean while as I'm holding the two slaves leashes, I feel like I just came back from the pound and discovering the perfect puppy. I reach over to the older of the two slaves and take her hand and I do the same with the other slave. They look at me shocked but they soon relax and hold my hands. 

"Well, Lets go clothes Shopping for your new pets." Mistress Babbs announces as if we are running to go off to battle. She loves shopping. She even takes me along shopping with her. I love going shopping not because I normally wind up with things, I think its because I just like being with her you know? I'm that who ever reads this will agree that everybody has that one person in their lives that's just fun to hang out with. We climbed back into her limo and when I sat next to her she noticed my hard on. 

"You look strained, Robbie." She smiles and laughs at the same moment that I blush. Before I could say a single word the fat slave already had her hands on my free cock and had it in her mouth sucking. I gasp in pleasurable shock, if there is such a thing. I purposely didn't wank off for three days just so I can save up my cum for this moment. I explode into her mouth and I feel as if a huge weight has been lifted off of me. I know it only took a short time to get me off but when you are not sexually active and you don't really know how to control it. It happens when it happens. And even with I know this peace of knowledge I still felt bad because I came a little early. Instead of showing off my concern of coming early, I decided to play it as cool as possible and hoping Babbs doesn't give me any grief over it. 

"Very nice. Very nice, indeed." I must have looked like I just swallowed the cannery. Mistress Babbs has been very quiet since we left the pet shop and now that we are getting closer to the clothing store I hear the unmistakable sounds of Babbs Cumming. And when she finished herself off her driver comes on the speaker and says.

"Mistress Babbs we are at Mistress Tami's clothing store." Obviously Babbs pushes a button on her left side. 

"Thank you Steven." Was all she said? What shocked me at first was that we pulled into the back, of the building but I figured that It just wouldn't look right in the publics eye to have two naked middle aged slaves walking into a clothing store naked. 

A beautiful looking Asian woman was waiting for us. She has a very beautiful smile. And she hugs and kisses the both of us. She seemed to know the two slaves behind me. 

"It looks like you Cows have found a new home." They both Answer.

"Yes Mistress Tami." Mistress Babbs can tell I'm a little bit confused.

"Master Robert. Those slave you have were hers until tonight. Mistress Tami has all of their old clothes to wear when they are taken out in public. "I nod in understanding. Her younger Slave comes out with the clothes in boxes. Mistress Tami turns her attention to me. 

"You'll find that those two will be very good slaves. They do not need too much instruction. They are self-motivated and they know their slot in life. Don't you?" She asks the slaves knowing very well what they will say. It seems by listening to the two Mistresses in my view that they put the fear of God into them a long time ago. 

"Yes Mistress Tami." I just turn and look at them and smile. I grope their breast gently and kiss each one and pet them. This seems to make them feel better. As we enter the shop I notice that there is a mixture of everyday clothing with slight differences that signified a woman's places in the BDSM community. The Shop owner's helpers seem to know what to bring and where to go. I was very impressed with what was taking place. 

"Okay Master Robert since your slaves are matronly old lady types. I think they would look good in public dressed like Barbara Bush, but we know they don't have any bush. "The Mistresses laugh and I figure I should to. But after the laughter died down we set about the task in finding their clothes. I found myself just wondering around the shop. I found the whip and flogger section. And I think that this intrigued the ladies. And the slaves. Especially them, I guess that they wanted to see what they would be punished with. I found this wonderful looking blue colored cowhide flogger. When I grabbed it. Something happened. I felt as if I was made for it. I think the other ladies saw it. 

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