Part 1 - The shop
Curious, I visit the Castle shop in downtown Seattle. I've seen the billboards and ads around that they have all the 'essentials for lovers'. At first, it appears to be much the same as any Adam and Eve store, just a lot bigger. Lingerie, sext toys like dildos and starter bondage kits with fur lined handcuffs and blindfolds are displayed everywhere. But my curiosity wasn't with that sort of thing. I was more interested in the 'real' BDSM stuff I'd seen on their website. Not that I'm into that sort of thing, not yet anyway, but I've always found rough BDSM porn and videos very erotic. So, I wandered around the sexy pink lingerie and looked at some really nasty dildos, until a clerk asked me if I was finding what I was looking for. He was very young. Maybe in his early 20's. He was polite and very nice. He looked to sweet and innocent so I was embarrassed to ask "I was looking for the BDSM section."
"OH! OK. Yes, I get it. Here, I'll show you where to go for THAT stuff." He was just as embarrassed as I was. I felt bad. He led me through the back where the dressing room were to a hallway and a stairwell going up stairs. "You'll need to knock at the top."
Confusion turned to nervousness. I slowly walked up the stairs, wondering in a nervous, but slightly excited way, what was up there. The door was closed. The small sign said 'Knock for entry. I hesitated. Then thought, what the hell? Knock, knock. The door opens.
Part 2 - The loft
Sherry, the door man, let me in. I say door man because I wasn't sure if she was really a guy or a woman. She was large, 6 foot 3 at least, and girthy, to be nice. She wasn't cute, or pretty. Her hair was long and jet black, covering a portion of her face. She was wearing what you would consider to be the usual BDSM outfit. Black leather corset, skirt, leather leggings and a heavy wrist cuffs and a matching studded leather dog collar. In a friendly, but gruff voice, she said, "I'm Sherry. What are you looking for today, honey?"
I'm kind of tall, too. So, having a gal who out weighs me and looking at me eye to eye, was a little unsettling. "I'm, just looking around."
She takes me by the hand and leads me toward the center of the store. "Good, let's start over here then." Right in the middle of all the displays, in the middle of the large loft of goods, is a set of 5 display mannequins dressed in all sorts of different fetish garb. Lace, leather, garters, back seamed stockings, masks, collars, cuffs and straps and buckles and little silver chains wrapped around them everywhere. I wasn't sure if the displays were for guys or women. Sherry took me from one to the next, looking me up and down, then pointing at one models, said "I think this one fits you, sweetie. Let's try it on."
This particular fetish outfit was pretty bold. The mannequin was clad in a black leather harness, leather panties with a zipper in the front, and in the back, long wide leather garter straps holding up black fishnet stockings. The feet were in tall black high heels with long straps wrapped around the ankles all the way up to just under the knees. On it's head was a full pony discipline harness with a mouth gag, a red rubber ball of course, blindfold with horse blinders on each side, a tassel on top for a horse mane and long leather reins like a horse bridle would have. I just stood there in a daze. "What the fuck?"
"HA! I wish you could see your face!" My concern and nervousness fell right away with her laugh. "I've got something much better, sweetie." Laughing still.
As we strolled through the loft, heading to where she was taking me next, I glanced at a much more subdued mannequin. This one was also a fetish subject, but a bit more subtle. This was much like the outfit Sherry was wearing. A sexy black lace corset and skirt, black stockings and a full set of leather cuffs and a collar. Sherry noticed. "You like that?"
I had stopped, touching the soft lacey trim on the corset. "I'm not sure what I like, But this is pretty sexy." Sherry looked me up and down again, took a couple packages from the display, and off we went. Things were moving a bit quickly. I didn't want to dress like a girl. Or did I? This place seems to drop all your inhibitions and allows doors to open. Being here alone for the most part, except for my helpful sales clerk, and with such a large assortment of different items to look over, nothing seemed off limits. In the dressing room it was clear she knew just how to size up a body and gave me just the right fitting outfit. I'm tall, fairly fit, and barely have any hair on my body. The black satin and lace corset was long and tall. The bra cups, part of the corset, come up above my chest making my body look shapely and sexy. The skirt is short, showing off most of my silk stockings encased legs. I didn't have any shoes, so I posed rising up on my tippy toes to show off a more feminine look for my legs and my butt. Funny, that works.
The leather cuffs and collar are serious hardware. These aren't some cheap fragile accessories. It made me nervous buckling them on, especially the collar. That thing makes you feel like a submissive, helpless and vulnerable subject. I wonder who the King would be? I smile. But looking at myself in the mirror, I mumble to myself, "This is pretty silly."
"No, babe. I'm sure it looks great on you."
She was waiting right outside the door. Listening, and watching me too, as far as I knew. "Are you done?"
"No, I need to get back into my regular clothes. "Oh, no, baby. I need to see you first."
Suddenly the door opens and there she is. Nodding her head and licking her lips. In a deeper and more serious voice, she says, "You look fucking great, girl."
Sherry moves right in like we are old and close friends. She inspects the sizing of the corset and the tightness of the collar and wrist cuffs. I said again, "This is silly."
Sherry leans in and whispers in my ear. "I told you. You look fucking great. Let's finish this and get to it, sweetie."
I look at her, perplexed. "Hugh?"
Before I knew what happened, I hear a click as my wrists are attached together if front of me somehow. Her large tattooed arms lift my skinny arms up over my head, then my wrists are pulled all the way back behind my head. My elbows are on either side of my face. I hear another click as my wrists are attached to the back of the collar. I quietly, shyly ask, "What's going on, Sherry?"
"I'm going to show you just how this works, sweetie." She has a wide black leather strap in her hands. In the middle of the strap is a big fat rubber cock dildo. It's as big around as a can of corn, and just as long. It's a black rubber cock gag! I should have resisted more. But I was so surprised, I opened my mouth to say: "What the fuck!" Too late. She expertly popped it into my open mouth, and strapped it in tight. "Don't fret, baby. You'll get a real cock to replace this one, soon enough."
Out the door we go, me in my feminine outfit with my hands bound back over my head, gagged, and her leading me by the large ring on the front of the collar, like a dog.
Out in the loft again, there are two other men waiting. One is the young clerk from downstairs. "He says he's ready for whatever you two want to dish out. He's all yours, guys. Let me know when you're done, I'll take what's left."
My eyes widen, I start to panic and struggle to break free. But it's too late.
The young clerk takes me by the collar. Sherry is gone. The other man grabs my ass, is drooling, and ready to ravage me. The young clerk is being rather stern with me. "You should be careful what you wish for, bitch, 'cause you're going to get it all today."
