Those two. My goodness. I loved watching the submissive come into his own. It was great to see what an awesome relationship they had and how he grew in confidence, but also that he was so dedicated to his Domme. It was endearing, for sure.
She started bringing him into the shop regularly, and she would often tease him while they were in there. It started with things like the strap on, where he had to directly ask me for help with things. Sometimes he would have to ask me for my advice on which plug or set of clamps to buy. But although we had interacted a bit, I still didn’t know his name or hers for that matter. And I could tell that he still had some growing to do.
They came in one day near the end of my shift, and he immediately came up to me, smiling. “Hello, ma’am,” he said.
“Hello,” I said. “What can I help you with today?”
“Nothing right now, ma’am. We’re just here looking around today.”
“Oh?” I said. This was unusual. I was surprised that they weren’t looking for something specific.
“Nope, thank you though, ma’am.”
As they walked away from me, he wiggled his ass a bit, and I raised one eyebrow to their backs, but I didn’t comment.
After about five minutes, they hadn’t come back to the front of the store, so I wandered around to the back to see what they were up to. I idly straightened items on shelves and brushed the dust off of things that hadn’t been touched in a while. And then I found them in the back corner of the store. He was kneeling in the corner, and she was whispering in his ear.
I wasn’t even close to being able to hear what she was saying, but the look on his face said it all. He was wiggling from his kneeling position, and I could tell that he was hard beneath his pants. I didn’t know what she was saying, but I could just imagine what I would say if I had a sub in that position.
I know you want to touch yourself, but you can’t.
I know you’re hard for me, but you can’t adjust your cock. I hope you’re uncomfortable.
Or maybe he would be in a cage, and that would explain the bulge. I hope you’re pressing against your cage. I hope it’s uncomfortable.
But he wasn’t mine, so I could only imagine the teasing things she was doing. I walked back to the front of the store and left them to their games. They weren’t doing anything inappropriate, and truth be told, I was a bit jealous of their relationship. I would love to be a part of something like that, but… I had myself to deal with.
It wasn’t the last I saw of them though. I’ll come back to them a bit later…
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