Chapter 12: Breakfast and a Toy Store

In the morning I awakened to an absolutely beautiful sight. Susan was lying on her back in the center of the bed. Her full breasts rose above her chest, and her nipples were hard. I was lying on my left side with my right hand cupping her right breast. Max was on his right side with his left hand cupping his wife’s pussy. Susan had ahold of a cock in each hand. I wish I had a picture to remember the idyllic bliss we were each feeling.

I knew that this scene could not last forever since I had a busy day scheduled for us. I went to the bathroom first. Piss, shower, and brush my teeth. My subs were awake, so I sent them to clean up. While they were in the shower, I laid out what each of them would wear this morning. Susan, (slave girl), would wear a thigh high, zippered, black skirt. On top was a woman’s white muscle shirt, tight enough to show off her nipples and cut low enough under her arms to show the sides of her breasts, and sandals for her feet. Her arrowhead necklace around her neck. For Max (cuckboy), I laid out a new white lace for his peepee, a pair of tan chinos, a black t-shirt that showed off his muscular chest, and a pair of deck shoes. No underwear for either of them. Within minutes, we were dressed and leaving the apartment. I gave Max directions to the restaurant and pulled Susan into the backseat with me.

As Max was exiting the parking lot, my fingers were entering his wife’s cunt. Halfway to the IHOP, Susan was moaning and panting. Using a voice loud enough for Max to hear, I told his wife, “You will not cum until I give you permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir,” she replied.

Susan was on the verge of orgasm as we entered the restaurant. I asked for a half circle booth, and a young waitress seated us. Susan sat between Max and me. As Susan started coming down from her pre-orgasmic high, Max reached under her skirt and brought her right back up.

Max and I alternated throughout the time spent in the restaurant keeping Susan right on the brink of orgasm.

The young waitress must have smelled the strong scent of sexual arousal coming from the center of the booth, but never said a word. I gave the waitress a large tip.

The moment we got back in the car, I lightly touched Susan’s clit and told her she could cum now. Susan screamed as her orgasm took over her body and she slumped into my arms, almost comatose. I gave Max directions to the next stop of the day and we were soon on our way.

It was a short trip to our next destination, Tracy’s Toy Store. Susan gave me a look like, why are we at a toy store?

“Trust me,” I told her and led them inside.

Tracy met us at the door and welcomed us to look around. “If you have any questions, just ask.”

Susan and Max had never been to an adult sex shop. Their eyes got wider and wider as we walked around the store. While my slaves continued their exploration, I started my shopping. Into a basket went blindfolds, soft cuffs, restraints, various sizes of butt plugs, several dildos, an assortment of cock rings and lubricants.

My slaves joined me at the counter to see what I had bought. As each item was placed on the counter, my slaves’ faces became redder and redder.

Tracy asked if there was anything else I wanted to see.

“Yes,” I said. “I noticed that you are wearing nipple clamps. Can you show them to us?”

“Of course” she said and removed her blouse. Tracy is 5’6” and 120lbs, with perky a-cup breasts. What really set her apart from other women though were her nipples. They were at least an inch long. Susan gasped and Max leered.