The Sub Shop - Sex Stories

The Sub Shop

I own a shop; it is not your usual conventional shop. I used to own a stereotypical shop DIY tool shop but it wasn’t making any money and I decided I wanted to mix business and pleasure. I have been part of the BDSM scene for a few years now, but never had the courage to open up a venue quite like this. My shop displays and rents out Subs, I train them up myself with a few close friends but I run this shop single handily. The business is booming and I have many rental sales a week, fifteen a week perhaps. I usually charge around £300 for one day and a whole week I charge £1000. I guess my shop could be described as nearest to a pet shop in that all my products are on display for all to see in cages and all my subs do different services. My shop is in a remote area with blacked out windows. Once a month, I have a monthly promotion. I dress my one of my subs up in gear and I torment and tantalize them in the shop window for passersby to leer in. It boosts sales to no end. Some may question my methods and think I am a glorified butcher’s. Well in a sense I guess I am. I offer many things but most of all satisfaction. My subs endure it, they’re all just attention seekers, they fucking love the attention that it gives them. I give them permission to pleasure their selves at passerby’s requests. This month’s promotion is 0534. I do not give these subs names – Oh no! It would be dangerous, I might get attached. Why should society give them names? They are purely there for sexual ...

... gratification and sole use. 0534 is a newbie to my product range, damn she is hot, 34d breasts, tight looking body and god her pussy is damn tight! This particular day, many had stopped to leer at 0534. When I fetched her in, she was foaming at the mouth, her pussy was so drenched, and it was leaking all over the floor. Clearly she had had many demands made of her. She was covered in spit, some was dried on and the rest was dribbling down her face and the rest of her body. The smell of female arousal is so intoxicating, it drives men wild. I had a huge struggle to control myself. God I just wanted to release this weapon and fuck this bitch so hard right there. I don’t wash my products until after the shop closes. It takes several hours to do so and I cannot resist the urge to have a go on one of them. It was 4:30 pm in the afternoon, so a whole hour before closing time. I decided I needed a release, I was going to leave her in her trussed up state for the next customer to come in, perhaps it would entice him to purchase her or one of the other products. I got my favourite cane out; I tossed her onto a hard mattress in the middle of the shop floor. I positioned her with her arse up in the air. I brought the cane down on her buttocks once fairly softly, she moaned into the mattress. I waited for a primal response. ‘Please sir, thrash me more,’ moaned 0534. I carried on into a whipping frenzy, getting harder and harder with each stroke. She continued moaning. By the fifteen stroke, ...