Jenny Learns Her Place (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Jenny Learns Her Place (Part 2)

... nice brunch before Bobby drove us to the warehouse district and we looked and looked for a suitable location. He took pictures of me standing in front of any vacant building we came across and wrote down the agents phone number. We must have spent a couple of hours in the area, getting phone number and taking pictures. In a different district Bobby directed us to a location not too far from an on premise swinger's club I'd been to a few times. We found one nice place for lease and did the whole picture taking routine again. Then Bobby had me pose in front of the swinger club for several shots just for fun. From there Bobby drove us to an electronics superstore. He bought two professional size video recorders, a still picture camera with a continuous auto mode, tripods for each of them, and four big lighting set ups. Before we got out of there he had to test each of the cameras, of course, and I was the subject. And yes, in one deserted aisle he had me strip off my skirt and just casually look around at the different components on the shelves. Several employees got an eyeful before we finished taking pictures. When we finally got out of the store Bobby had spent a little less than five thousand dollars on video equipment, lighting, and some software used for editing videos. After everything was loaded Bobby drove us to another store, one that catered more to the leather fashion but their main business was in the BDSM world. In the store I was in absolute awe of the different ...

... items designed to be used on a slave. Bobby went around the store like he knew what he was doing and picked out floggers, a cane used for spankings, a short whip with multiple leather legs, something that looked a lot like a cattle prod, a pair of leather chaps, a vest, and something that looked like a tennis racquet but he showed me it deliver a nasty electrical shock. But the most interesting thing was the fucking machine that would eventually be used to drive me to my limits of getting fucked and way, way beyond. When we went to check out Bobby talked to the proprietor. “I need a personalized collar for this young lady, one that can't be removed by anyone except me.” The man looked at me, smiled, and then nodded, “I know just what you're looking for, but it's pretty expensive.” “I don't care,” Bobby said earnestly. “It's a gold tube that fits into itself and you program in a password with the remote. If you want to remove it, use the remote and put in your password. There's also a ring on the front for a leash to connect. This is the very latest in slave collar technology.” “I want one,” Bobby told the man. “Yes sir. I'll need to measure her neck because they're custom made.” “Jenny, come over here so he can measure your neck.” “Yes sir,” I answered and walked to where he indicated. It only took a couple of minutes to be measured but the man talked to me while he worked. “You're a very lucky little slave. He thinks quite highly of you. A lot of owners just keep it simple ...