For Demonstration Purposes Only - Sex Stories

For Demonstration Purposes Only

"You're late."

“Oh, sorry Mom, I must have studied too hard at school and I couldn't get here on time to humiliate myself for free.”

Melanie locked her defiant green eyes with her mother's and made it clear with overacted movements as she stripped out of her college clothes, down to just the elastic of her dark brown pigtails, that volunteering at the family-owned sex shop was not her favorite way to spend a Friday evening.

“I see someone is in one of her moods. When I can afford to pay you, I will. For now, your demonstrations are what's putting food on both our plates.”

“Let's just get it over with. What weird thing do you want me to stuff up my butt today?”

It was a long fox tail buttplug. The hard rubber of the oversized base was reshaping the membrane of the teen's rectum, the grinding made worse because of her legs bound tightly together at the ankles on the same hook as her wrists. Two pairs of fuzzy pink handcuffs on sale this week were advertised on her person and kept her dangling like a Christmas ornament at the center of a wooden frame on wheels. She looked like a mix of a lassoed rodeo calf and an Olympic diver frozen in time at the toe-touching height of her backflip.

Rotating in her frame, Melanie was rolled to the very front of the store, hairless pussy exposed, mouth gagged, and tail dangling almost to the unblemished floor. The sign nailed to the same frame that said ‘Try It B4 You Buy it!' was referring to the wand massager and studded ...

... leather paddle hooked on the two vertical beams. Her mom had bought way too many crates of these items and the few she sold were because her daughter could publicly prove they worked.

Most mall shoppers were outraged at the lewd display of debauchery and exhibitionism, but even those who couldn’t tear their gaze away from Melanie’s young peach rarely had the courage to stop for a closer look, let alone enter such an embarrassing and obsolete establishment in this age of internet shopping.

“Are the cuffs comfortable, Sweetie?"

Melanie shook her head. The ball gag in her mouth kept her from making more than retarded grunts, which was better for business than her constant complaining.

“Well, try to look like they are comfortable, please. They are supposed to be the most comfortable handcuffs on the market.”

"That'll be real fucking easy after 5 hours of the metal behind that thin-ass, fake-ass fur digging into my wrists and ankles." But the sarcasm and the words were filtered by the red ball pushing hard on her tongue

“Holy shit. Is that Melanie?”

"Who?"

"That chick in class who keeps raising her hand when the teacher asks questions."

No... No, no, no... Melanie had to wait for another unsteerable body rotation before confirming her worst fears had materialized. Though the sex shop was at a pathetically deserted location inside the mall, it was a matter of statistics that, one day, someone she knew would discover where she spent every evening and weekend. ...