I don’t know about you, but I am so excited because this story continues from F is for Fetishes. I want to hear more about the cute woman!

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The mousy woman from F is for Fetishes came back only a week or so after purchasing her butt plug. Knowing that she had an anal fetish, I thought she would be back for more anal toys, but she wasn’t.

She smiled at me shyly when she entered the store, but when I said a bright hello, she met my eyes.

“Is there something I can help you with today?” I asked.

“I’m not sure,” she said, dropping her gaze to the floor again.

“Okay,” I said, my voice low and comforting, “if you have any questions you can feel free to let me know.”

She nodded and turned away. She had combed the store the first time she was there, and this time she did something similar. She walked around and around the store, going up and down every aisle, looking at various items. It wasn’t until I noticed her at the nipple clamps twice that I figured out what she was looking for this time.

“You know,” I said, sliding up next to her, “there’s no shame in admitting what turns you on.”

She blushed but didn’t respond. She was holding a box with nipple clamps in it and was at least pretending to read the back.

“This is a totally safe space,” I said. “No one here will judge you for your interests, least of all me.”

“Have you used these before?” She hesitated mid-sentence, and I wondered if she had been intending to say nipple clamps but couldn’t quite bring herself to do it.

“I have,” I said. “Those are not great for beginners, though,” I said, indicating the ones she was holding. They were clover clamps and had some pretty nasty (in all the best ways) tips that would bite into flesh. I loved them, but they weren’t the best for starting out.

I handed her a different box. “These are a little more suitable.”

She turned the box over and started looking at the description. “Would you like to see them?” I asked her.

She nodded. I took the box back and opened it deftly, handing her the clamps. These were on a long chain and had rubber tips that would soften the grip a bit. “These look much better,” she said, her voice so low I almost couldn’t hear her.

“Would you like to try them?” I asked, throwing caution to the wind. I had permission to help customers try certain items. Low-cost items were definitely good, and it was with the understanding that used items couldn’t be resold, so if she chose not to buy them, the store was out the money for it, generally. I was pretty sure I could convince her to buy them, and if not, they were only $10.

“Can I do that?” she asked.

I nodded. “I can give you some privacy to try them if you’d like.” She didn’t look at all convinced. “Unless you would like some help,” I offered. I wasn’t sure she wanted it, but she nodded, more confident now.

“Sure,” I said. “Let’s go.”

The store was empty at that hour, so it was just the two of us. I took her into the back room through the door that said employees only. We had a small room where we did interviews, as well as took breaks, and Jeanette used it as an office when she was on site.

When we got into the room, she seemed to be shaking like a leaf in the wind. “Relax,” I said. “Take a deep breath.” She did. “I’m not going to do anything that you’re uncomfortable with. I promise. If you tell me it’s too much, or you don’t want to do it anymore, I’ll stop. No hard feelings.”

She nodded. “Thank you.”

I smiled and placed a hand gently on her shoulder. “My name is Isola.”

“That’s pretty,” she said, “My name is so boring. It’s Sandy.” She rolled her eyes, and I saw the spark of fire in her. “So unoriginal.”

“I think it’s pretty. It suits you,” I said.

“Does it?” she asked, incredulous.

“I think so,” I said, “but if you don’t like it, you should change it.”

She shrugged. “It’s not worth it.”

“Maybe you just need a good nickname then,” I joked.

“Like what?” she asked.

I shrugged, “Maybe pet or babygirl?”

She giggled, and at that moment, I could totally see her as a babygirl.

“Shall we?” I asked.

She nodded, suddenly very serious.

“I need to see your nipples, Sandy,” I said, my voice low.

She pulled her shirt up over her bra and pulled her breasts out of their confines.

“I’m going to touch you now,” I said. I narrated each step of what I was going to do, when I was going to touch her and where, how hard and when it was going to hurt. Once the clamps were on, she was practically panting. “You seem to like this,” I said.

She smiled and blushed. “I do.” I smiled. “I also like hearing you say my name,” she said. “It’s the first time I’ve ever liked hearing it.”

“Well, I’m glad you like it, Sandy. You are a beautiful woman.”

She was practically moaning as I ran my fingers along the chain, gently pulling on the clamps.

“I’m going to take these off in a minute,” I said, indicating the clamps. “When I do, all the blood is going to rush back into your nipples, and it’s going to hurt. It’s okay to cry out, okay?”

She nodded, biting her lip. “I’m ready,” she said.

I gripped both clamps at once and released. Sandy did cry out, and it was very sexy. I rubbed my thumbs gently over her nipples, and she moaned my name.

I was getting turned on, and that didn’t help.

“Can I kiss you?” I asked.

She blushed and nodded, and I did.

I’ll have to come to Sandy and where things went from here in U is for Unlikely Union.

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