The evening started at 6pm when Tracy came to get me at my house. Immediately prior I had gotten home from work in just enough time to grab a quick shower and dress casually in my tight blue jeans and loose white blouse. She was also dressed casually in her blue jeans, nice leather boots, and a plaid shirt. She looked hot. A down home country gal ready for a good line dance (she did grow up on a farm). I brought a little red bag with me. It contained my strap-on harness, a "right-sized" dildo for me, and a braided black belt. Tracy did not ask what was in the bag, and I did not offer. I figured I would give it to her to look inside when we got back to her place.
The belt is the nastiest belt we own, that I sometimes use on david's butt to great reaction. It was an act of submission for me to bring the belt I was most scared of!
The strap-on harness was my signal to her that she could use it on me, in front of her husband if she saw fit.
Before we left, Tracy told me there was one thing she needed to do first. She shucked off her coat, took me by the hand to our sofa. She made me lower my jeans and my panties to just below my butt, took me across her knee, and she gave me a light little hand spanking. As she spanked, she told me how much fun we were going to have tonight, and asked if I was going to be a good girl for her and obey her? I breathlessly told her I would be! Then she stood me up and I put myself back together again. "Just wanted to set the tone for the evening," is what she said.
We got our coats and boots on and hopped in her car for the promised shopping expedition and a little dinner out. She asked me if I was excited? I said I definitely was! We made pretty much small talk in the car on the way down. She parked and we got out and started walking. I asked her where we were going and she said only, "you'll see."
We walked into an upscale, smallish Sex Shop!
As soon as we got in, a salesgirl greeted us and asked if she could help us with anything. She was a hot little brunette in slacks. Before I could say "just browsing", Tracy jumped in and said, "why yes, please!" My tummy did a flip.
"Can you advise us on a really nice vibrator for my girl here?" Oh my gosh. I was feeling very lezzy just then!
"She loves playing with herself. In fact, I caught her in the bedroom using a plain old dildo. I had to give her a very strict spanking for that. I want to buy her something much nicer for when she plays with herself. What do you recommend?"
Very blushy! The salesgirl smiled a little and showed us to the right section of the store. She discussed the pros and cons of various of the devices with Tracy. I don't remember much of the conversation exactly but there were plenty of references to my pussy! Tracy wouldn't let me answer any questions at all and jumped in whenever I was asked anything. Before long the conversation switched to between the salesgirl and Tracy exclusively, with her asking Tracy things like, "does she want something with a clitoral simulator?", "A more intense vibration?", or "Larger than this?" and then Tracy answering on my behalf.
Tracy selected the "Wild Orchid Evolved" for me:
Here it is unboxed:
It's rechargeable. It's got little motors in both tips. The bigger end goes up inside and hits my G-Spot. The smaller end sort of bends back and rests on my clitty. There's a button that changes the vibration pattern. One of the patterns feels a lot like a fucking! We were told it's a best seller. And very premium at over $100! Tracy went to the cash and bought it for me. Awwww! Her parting shot to the sales girl was, "I'll be trying this out on her tonight," and then adding as an afterthought, "in front of my husband." Oh my goodness gracious! Oh my gosh! But nothing phased the salesgirl.
When it was all paid for Tracy handed me the bag and said, "what do you say, little girl?" I'm pretty sure I blushed visibly from the heat I could feel in my cheeks. I gave her a little kiss on the lips and said in a little girl's voice, "thank you Mommy." My little girl's voice turned out to be a theme of the evening. She brings it out of me...
We walked out of the store and walked into a little Thai restaurant nearby for a bit of food..
We ate lightly. Very yummy stuff. Some cold rolls, a vegetable curry, and a chicken curry, with rice.
We discussed the vibrator purchase. Re-lived some of the choicer moments in the store. We both had a giggle over it. She teased me about how much I actually was blushing. She paid for dinner, despite my trying to. I was feeling very cared for (and owned in a lovely sense).
We then hopped back in her car and started driving towards her place. But before going there, we pulled into a mall. She said we had one more stop.
It was a Roots store.
As we went in she said it's the most "Western" she could think of.
We were immediately greeted by a male who asked if we needed anything, and Tracy said, "no thanks!". She looked over and smiled at the two salesgirls who were at the cash. They also greeted her and said they'd be happy to help her, just let them know.
Both salesgirls were young women in their early twenties I would judge. One was skinnier and smaller and looked younger and a bit meeker. A bit like a little mouse! She had long dark hair and was wearing glasses. The other exuded more confidence. She was not particularly large, but more full figured than her colleague (ok, a little overweight, but not very - she nonetheless looked hot, but not in Tracy's league, of course). She had shoulder length dirty blonde hair. They were both dressed in casual Roots apparel. The smaller brunette in a dress, the bigger blonde in jeans. As it turns out, and more by Tracy's design, the more confident looking one was the one we would be dealing with for most of the visit.
We went browsing around the shop a bit. We went into the back corner. I said, "look, booty shorts!" Tracy bent down and picked them up and they were actually toddler clothes. Oops! There was a woman customer nearby who looked askance at us. We then realized we were in the toddler section and beat a hasty retreat!
The next thing we came to was a rack of oneseys. "You would look so cute in that!" said Tracy.
Tracy picked one off the rack and it looked giant. The more confident looking blonde salesgirl was nearby just briefly helping out another customer, and Tracy took that opportunity to call her over. She asked if these were men's or women's? The salesgirl answered that they were both mixed into the same rack; and you could tell by looking at the first two digits of the code number: even was women's, odd was men's. Tracy pulled the same one out and said, "these are huge!" The salesgirl said they fit big because they don't have a trapdoor. I asked, are there any with trapdoors? (I thought that would be fun! Peekaboo!). To my surprise, the salesgirl said yes, and they were on the same rack, and picked one out about our size.
I said to Tracy, "You should get one. That trapdoor could come in handy with your husband." The salesgirl laughed and I leaned in and bumped Tracy with my shoulder. "Oh my gosh!" said Tracy. Oooooh! What a brat I am!!!
"We'll take this one for you," she emphasized, and she handed it to me to carry. And then she said to the salesgirl, almost as an afterthought, "do you carry belts?" My heart leaped!
"Men's or women's," she asked.
Tracy answered, "women's, it's for me. I need a new belt."
Of course, I knew what the belt was for. And part of me could not believe that the salesgirl did not see right through us, so I was surprised when she took it totally at face value. But she really had no reason not to at that point.
The salesgirl called over to the salesguy and asked him where were the women's belts, and he said they were just over there with the men's belts and they were all mixed in together. We walked over there.
Tracy told the salesgirl, "I actually have two purposes for buying a belt."
"Yes?" the salesgirl said as Tracy paused.
"The first is for me to wear," continued Tracy.
"What's the second?" the salesgirl asked.
"Well," said Tracy, "more importantly, it's for her, because she loves getting her ass whipped by me."
Oh no! Now the cat was out of the bag. But the salesgirl was absolutely cool with it, and was definitely smiling. "Oh! No problem!" she said.
I said, "Tracy, don't say that! Even if it is true..." I wanted the salesgirl to know I wasn't being abused or anything. And admitting it publicly like that makes it more squishy. Literally. Did the salesgirl know how excited I was? That I was literally wetting my panties?
We all three of us peered at a selection of about thirty belts all just draped over a kind of sawhorse. "What about this one," said Tracy, "the little braided one?" She was indicating a woman's belt. Very narrow but braided and quite thick.
The salesgirl said, "Yeah, I'll bet that will hurt!" OMG!!! She was playing along totally! And we weren't even talking anymore about what would look nice on Tracy, it was all about what would most hurt my butt!
"Let me give that a try," said Tracy. "Turn around," she told me. I turned and bent over a bit at the waist. My eyes were down at the floor. At that instant, I wasn't even thinking about who in the shop might be watching. I was so mortified! Tracy put her hand on my lower back and sort of pushed my untucked blouse up my back to bare my tight jean-clad bottom and a bit of skin above the waist. She then whipped the little belt down twice on my butt. I could feel it, but it didn't really hurt at all through my jeans. But I was sooo embarrassed!
"Yup, that's nice," said Tracy, "how about something wider?" As she said this I straightened back up and turned back to face them. I deliberately looked up and into the salesgirl's eyes. She looked right back at me and sort of smiled / smirked! Then I looked down again quickly.
Tracy looked a bit more and found another belt. It was wider and thicker, made of a supple leather, it was also very long. Much too long for Tracy's waist, obviously.
"You can go longer like this one," said the salesgirl. Poke holes in it to fasten it around your waist. If it's longer it might hurt more."
"You think so?" asked Tracy. "I think it doesn't matter how long it is, it matters how hard you bring it down."
"Yes," said the salesgirl, "bend her right over and then straight up and straight down!"
"And," added the salesgirl, "you can always wrap it around her wrists."
Tracy put her wrists together and sort of pantomimed wrapping the belt around them and fastening it. "Yes!" she said. "That's a great idea! Have you done this before?" That did not get a response from the salesgirl, but it did get a broad smile. "What size would fit me?" asked Tracy.
The salesgirl eyed her waist and said, "about a 36". She picked out a 36 and Tracy put it around her waist and it was the right fit. This belt was of the wider thicker variety as well.
"Let's try this one," she said, and she made me turn around and bend over again, and gave me two more licks on the ass. Still I didn't even think to, or want to, look up to see what kind of a spectacle we were making of ourselves. Of course I should have, so I could describe it now, but I wasn't thinking very straight just then. I know there were a bunch of other people in the store. I'm sure they were entertained... or disgusted!
Next Tracy picked up a suppler almost brushed suede belt. "This one's softer," said Tracy.
"It might have more whip," suggested the salesgirl. I couldn't believe she was having so much fun with it. There must be a law against this!
Tray made a show of doubling it up, and then snapping it between her hands three or four times. It made a huge crack each time. My gosh what a spectacle we were! I still did not look around to see, I was so embarrassed! Tracy even looked a bit self-conscious at the loud noise she had made, and stopped doing that. But I still had to turn around, bend over, and have my blouse lifted for two more from that belt.
Tracy went back to the stiffer, thicker, wider one in a 36. "What colour, red or brown?" asked the salesgirl. It was a dark dusky red, not a bright one.
"Who cares what colour the belt is," said Tracy, "all that matters is what colour her ass will be."
"Maybe the red then," said the salesgirl, "maybe the colour will transfer?"
Tracy agreed it was the better bet, and added "let's hope it reddens her ass to the same shade." As I said, it was a very dark, dusky red!
The salesgirl added, "and it really goes with everything," paying lip service to the first use of the belt.
Then we were about to head towards the cash so that the salesgirl herself could cash us out, but Tracy stopped and said to her, "And just so you know, this belt will be used tonight!"
"Woah! That sounds like a fun time," said the salesgirl.
"Fun for her!" I said in a poutty sort of way, the first words I had spoken in a while.
When we got to the cash I wasn't sure who should pay and hesitated. Tracy had been very adamant about paying for everything, even expensive things, up to now. But I wanted to contribute as well.
"Go on, pay for it," ordered Tracy. And then to the salesgirl, "she's the one it's going to get used on tonight."
"Of course, that's fitting she pays," said the salesgirl, "she's the one who wants it."
Oh Gosh! Now I'm a known subby! But she was right. I did want it just then!
"Would you like a gift receipt for that?" she asked, I guess as a matter of course. Tracy momentarily seemed confused about gift receipt versus receipt, and said "we won't be returning the belt. I plan on wearing it out tonight! Oh, but maybe the onesey if it doesn't fit." They then sorted out real receipt from gift receipt (duh!).
I paid with my credit card, but then we waited, and waited, and waited. "It's locked up," said the salesgirl. Christmas rush maybe?
Tracy asked, "does this happen often?" Me, in my addled brain state, assumed she was referring to lesbian D/s couples coming in buying belts to spank with. Of course Tracy was referring to the locked up machine.
The salesgirl said, "No, never. I've worked at lots of different things. I've worked as a bartender on super busy nights and I've never seen this." I still thought she was talking about us, not the locked up machine. Duh! But right after that I finally clued in.
It was still locked up and I said, "maybe you can just write us up an IOU or something in case we need to return it?" An IOU. Yeesh!
Tracy said, "I bet you want to just run away, don't you? But you can just stand there that much longer and be mortified. It's the gift that just keeps on giving!"
Salesgirl, feeling self-conscious about the frozen machine, threw her arms up and said "Merry Christmas!" referring to the gift that keeps on giving!
I could feel something at my back, and I turned around and saw a Grandmother type waiting to pay for something absolutely scowling at me. And then I looked next to her and down and saw what must have been a twelve year old girl, her granddaughter likely, just staring at me with wide eyes and her mouth a bit open. Oh Shit! Child abuse! I didn't know she was there, but in retrospect, I'm pretty sure that they were the two whom our salesgirl had helped just before the onesey. I honestly didn't clue in at the time, I was so wrapped up in our scene. Sorry! They must have been there the whole time! I remember thinking, shit shit shit shit shit! And now really wanting to get out of there.
Our salesgirl turned to the other salesgirl and said, "help them out," referring to the grandmother and child in line. The mousey girl seemed to wake up and hopped to it at our salesgirl's command. Maybe she was a trainee? Maybe she would be getting the belt from her trainer later???
That's when I noticed that all three of the sales staff had gravitated to behind the sales counter. The guy was just there folding something. The other salesgirl had just been standing there, not even helping the others in line until told to, gawking at us I bet. They must all three of them have a good laugh at my expense after, and a good story to go home and tell their partners and families: "you'll never guess! Today, in the store, these two hot MILF-types come in, and ..."
Finally the receipt printed. I grabbed it and shoved it into the bag with the onesey and the belt. Tracy was already headed for the front door. I had to run to catch up to her. She tried the right side door and it was locked, so she moved to the left side door and I just literally ran into her, and we both tried opening the door, and giggling, and basically falling out of the store like a three stooges movie.
We got to the car and we were all, "Oh My Gosh!" and saying how great the salesgirl was. We both felt high. We felt like silly, giggly teenagers. On the drive home I made Tracy go over with me everything she remembered about what we did, in what order, and what was said. I wanted to completely review it top to the bottom so I could write about it as I'm doing now. So that was the complete scene, as accurately as I can remember it.
From there, we drove back to Tracy's house, where I met John, had to put on the onesey and show my butt (I have a picture of that!), got spanked (bad!), and then got sexed. It was so exciting!
But I'll leave all that to Julie's Belt Licking! (part 2).