Seurat's Twighlight Zone: Chapter 1: The Shop (MF, Femdom, Fetish) The Shop, Carol looked out the passenger window again, across the parking lot at the store at the end of the cul-de-sac. Just thinking about going in there was making her nervous. Hell, she thought, just sitting in the parking lot was making her nervous. How was she going to get herself inside? Not that she would be the only one there. The lot was half filled with cars, attesting to the popularity of the store. Whoever owned the store had chosen a perfect spot; one of the old 'company' buildings from the city's boomtown eras, it was accessible yet secluded. Even so, Carol was nervous that somebody would recognize her. Again she looked out the window at the non-descript store. A few mannequins posed in the windows in skimpy costumes, a hint of what lay inside. A huge walnut and leaded glass led to the secrets that lay behind. Over the door was painted the name: The Twighlight Zone. Underneath was written: The store with the exotic twist. Only, the 'x' was written ambiguously enough that it could make the word 'erotic'. A porn shop, or at least as close as this city would get to a porn shop. Rumor had it that any type of clothing or sexual toy could be had in there. A treasure trove of delights. And therein lied her problem. If she was seen going in there, it would be admitting to the world that she and her husband had sex, and that she was willing to add some spice to it. If she were seen she would be branded as a slut. Carol thought it over for the hundredth time that afternoon. It wasn't for her she was doing this; it was for Thomas, her husband. Just a little something to thrill him on their anniversary. Steeling up her courage, she got out of the car and headed for the front door. Nobody would see her. Nobody had better see her. Her pace quickened as she started up the steps. Was it difficult for men to walk into pornography shops? The rush of adrenaline, the racing heart, the sweaty palms? Just as she reached the front door, it opened, and Carol nearly turned and ran back to the car when she realized it was a doorman opening the door so she could enter. Ducking her head in thanks and in a vain attempt not to be seen, Carol hurried inside. And stopped dead in her tracks just a few feet inside the door. The store was huge. Huge like a major mall store. Far beyond what she had expected, or thought could exist, given the store front. Marble and carpet covered the floors, and racks of clothes surrounded her. It was so far beyond what she expected that Carol stood in the entryway, mouth agape. "Ma'am? May I help you?" "Excuse me?" Carol turned to the saleslady that had come up beside her. She was dressed in a sharp business suit, again, not what Carol had expected. "I asked if I could help you. You have the look of a first timer." "Well, yes, but I think I would like to look around by myself. Thank you." "Quite alright, ma'am. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. My name's Janice." Carol hadn't taken three steps into the bizarre store before she turned to find Janice straightening a rack. "Janice? I think maybe I could use a little help. All this rubber and leather and whatnot is all very confusing to me. I just wanted to get something to, um, I mean, it's for my husband." Carol blushed deeply. "That's quite alright, ma'am. Let me show you what we have; The Twighlight Zone prides itself on satisfying every customer, or your money back." Janice beamed at Carol, pride showing in her face. Carol calmed a bit. "Before we go too far, Janice, I was wondering if you could tell me about the name. You know, what with the television show, and everything." Janice smiled again. "Actually, ma'am, we don't have anything to do with the show. The owner is from Europe, and had never seen the show. She wanted a name that conveyed a feeling between day and night, between light and dark. When the creatures of the dark come forth. A twighlight time, and thus a twighlight zone." "You make it sound so...I don't know, almost malicious." "In a way it is, ma'am. We at the Zone realize that our products are about the loss of innocence. Traditionally the role of hedonists. What most people come to realize, though, is that we are here to help improve relationships, whatever they may be." "Hedonism is quite the word. Everything here reeks of sex." "I assure you, ma'am, none of our products have been used, and except for the leather, has been de-scented as far as possible." Carol laughed. "I meant that it all has an essence of sex." "Sorry, ma'am. It's just that some people are very accusatory when they come in here. Back to the reason you are here: a present for your husband. Did you mean you wanted something to wear for your husband, or something for your husband to wear?" "You have clothing for men? As in lingerie?" "Yes, ma'am. In fact, we are currently running a special package deal called,'Seven Saturdays to complete Sexual Slavery". It comes with costumes, make-up, and sex toys, along with an instruction manual on how to sexually enslave your man. It's been a very popular item." "Slave? You mean, it turns my husband into my slave? I don't think I want that." "It's meant to make a female the dominant partner in a sexual relationship by playing on a male's sexual fantasies. There are some drawbacks. Not every women can handle or even desires the responsibility of constantly being in charge of her husband. Also, some men get too far into the fantasy and refuse to return to the former relationship. They have too much fun." "Fun as a slave?" "Yes ma'am. The lack of decision making responsibilities is a strong sexual fantasy among many men. Being tied up, sexual deprivation, the whole leather and boots thing." "I had wondered about that." "Many women do, ma'am. They wonder what the attraction is, and are afraid to try it. Some really get into it, some decide they don't like it. The reason we suggest it, at least once, is that as a dominant she can order your mate to tell you about his fantasies. From there, she can match up elements with her own fantasies and improve her sex life." "Hmm. The way you put it, I might have to give it a try. Show me what else you have." Janice led Carol through the front section of the store, where racks of silk and lace lingerie crowded the aisles. As they moved deeper into the store, they encountered more and more customers, each attended by one or more salespeople. Many were filling baskets or writing on notepads. They reached the center of the store, and Carol noticed that the store was laid out like a wagon wheel with aisle spokes separating each section. Lingerie that you might find in a Victoria's Secret store. Leather outfits. Clothes made of rubber. Bondage devices. Toys. Electronics. Other sections that Carol could only imagine. "Ma'am?" Carol snapped back to reality. "It can be a little overwhelming, at first. Have you decided if the gift is to be for you or your husband, or would you like something for both of you?" "Um, I thought maybe a little slave girl outfit. Or maybe something to tie him down with. Oh, I don't know. Help!" Carol laughed in exasperation. "It's for our tenth wedding anniversary, and we're possibly going to the shore for two weeks. I just wanted something to add a little bang to the beginning, if you catch my drift. "I think I know what might do. Have a seat in here, and I'll bring some items back for you." Janice led her to a changing area, then retreated into the store. Carol looked around her, at the people and the clothing. Ten minutes ago she was merely a housewife; now she was a sexual deviant. She looked at a mannequin dressed head to toe in a zippered leather body suit complete with spike heeled boots. How could anybody walk in those things? Carol walked over to get a better look, and realized that the mannequin was breathing. She was so startled, she jumped back and bumped right into Janice. "There's somebody in there!" Carol blurted out in surprise. "Yes, ma'am. All the mannequin's you see are actually models. If you would prefer not to try on a piece of clothing, or if you would like to see how something would look on a certain body type, they are here for your shopping pleasure." Carol took another look around the store, paying closer attention to where the 'mannequins' were. A male in the 'toys' area was trussed in chains and had his mouth filled with a bright red ball. She thought of herself dressed in the zippered leather outfit, with Thomas all trussed up and unable to protest as she teased and tormented him. He always did talk too much and ruin the mood. She would be in control for once. Maybe be just use his body for her own. Maybe she should try this dominance thing. "What's that over there, Janice?" "It's called 'The Housewife Harness'. Instructions on how to mount the eye bolts and hide them as plant hangers until they're needed. The set includes wrist and ankle restraints, the spreader bar, blindfold, the leather posing pouch, and your choice of a ball or penis gag. Cock rings, butt plugs, and nipple clamps are extra." "Penis gag?" "Yes ma'am. Different sized gags in the shape of a penis, molded out of plastic, rubber, or leather. Gives a straight male the feeling that he is being forced to suck a penis. Great for threats." "Come again?" "If he acts up, you threaten to get a real penis to replace it, or tell him it's all just practice. As I said, great for threats." "I couldn't bring another man into our bedroom." "It's the thought that counts, ma'am. The mind is the most erotic device ever created." "What were those other things you mentioned? Cock rings, butt plugs, and clamps? What are they for?" "I can show you, if you want." Janice led Carol over to where the model hung. Carol was truly intrigued by the entire idea now. "How would I get him into this. I mean, I don't think he's about to let me truss him up like that." "You do it in steps, ma'am. Dress in something sexy, and surprise him while he watches the t.v. Entice him back to the bedroom, promising him that you have something special in store. Have him put on the pouch and blindfold while you change into something really kinky. Take down the plants and truss him up, then take off the blindfold. You'll be able to gauge his reaction by the bulge in the pouch. The rest is up to you. It does come with a beginner's guide." Carol looked back at the zippered leather outfit, the one with the heels. "Do you have that in my size?" "Yes, ma'am. In fact, I've already picked one up for you." Carol smoothed tight leather over her legs, and stood up. Her legs wobbled on the towering high heels and her legs were cramping from the strain, but Janice assured her that she would get used to wearing them in time, even if it was for only short periods of time. She strode over to the mirror and looked at the figure before her. A domina, Janice called it. This was going to be an anniversary that Thomas wouldn't soon forget. "Janice, I think this could be the start of a beautiful relationship." "I certainly hope so, ma'am. I certainly hope so." Carol spread out the packages on the master bed, then ran downstairs to get her husbands drill and some other tools. When she returned, she stripped naked and, dropping the tools on the bed, reached for the little instruction booklet. She began reading it as she went to her dresser and pulled out a sweatsuit. The book gave instructions on how to find the rafters in her ceiling, the best placement of the eye bolts for minimal embarrassment when dealing with visiting family, and a host of other things. Carol noticed that she was having a hard time concentrating on the work before her. Visions of Thomas trussed up flitted through her mind. She might just have to masturbate before she got started. Thomas sat in his favorite chair and clicked on ESPN. Carol had told him to cancel their dinner reservations that night as she had cooked up something special for him. He didn't smell anything from the kitchen, and when he got home Carol had told him to watch fifteen minutes of television, then he could come upstairs. The thought of sex was making him erect; they didn't make love that often, and if he was lucky he might even get a blowjob. Fifteen minutes dragged on forever, or so it seemed, and Thomas went upstairs. As he reached the landing he was surprised to find Carol's sweatsuit in a small heap. His pace quickened as he went up the second half of the stairs. The door to the master bedroom was wide open, and the room itself was lit with candles. A few extra hanging plants were set in front of two of the windows. On their bed was his wife Carol, dressed in sexy red lingerie, and holding a glass of red wine. A teddy, Thomas thought, that's what they call it, I think. "You're still dressed. How can I tell if you like my anniversary present if you still have your pants on?" Thomas kicked off his shoes, unzipped his pants and pulled everything from the waist down in one fell swoop. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled both his undershirt and dress shirt off over his head. His member was growing visibly at the sight of his wife sitting up in bed. "Oh, Thomas, always jumping the gun. If you can blow out all these candles and get onto this bed by the time I count ten, I promise I'll give you a night you won't ever forget. Over ten, and we'll make love but you'll never get to see my other surprises. Ever. GO!" After a moment of hesitation while the words registered in his mind, Thomas ran around the room, his now erect cock slapping into his legs and apparently trying to trip him up. Carol counted out loud, slowly at first, then getting quicker as he neared completion. In total darkness he leaped onto the bed just as she said, "Zero." "How's that?" "Very good! Wait, don't say anything, and don't touch me unless I tell you. I've got something special planned for us tonight, and if it works out, the it will last the entire weekend. Maybe the whole two weeks. So be quiet and do everything I tell you, understand?" "Mmmm-hmmm." Thomas agreed through closed lips. "Good. Thomas, I have to tell you, I haven't had a thing to eat all day, and I'm really hungry. Why don't you slide your legs over the edge here and give me something to fill my stomach?" Thomas' prick jumped at the thought of his wife giving him a blow job, let alone swallowing. She'd always said she would taste his cum as soon as he had. In the dark he watched the silhouette of his wife slip off the bed, pulling his legs in her direction. He scuttled over to the edge, laying flat on his back with his feet on the floor, erection hanging over the edge of the bed. He felt his wife's hands caress his inner thighs, then push his legs further apart as she moved her body between them. One hand lifted his cock from were it lay stiff against his belly while the other began playing with his ball sac. His wife's mouth kissed the head of his cock, then she ran her tongue slowly licked up it's underside. Thomas relaxed on the bed, enjoying the sensations his wife's mouth were creating. He could feel his climax rising, and evidently so could she, because she stopped before he could cum. "Thomas? If I let you cum now, will you be able to 'perform' for me later?" "Um," Thomas debated answering. A blow job usually drained him in more ways than one, and he was never up to sex afterwards. "Probably not." "Didn't I tell you not to talk?" "Mmmm-hmm." He tried to make it sound apologetic. "Then we'll just save it for later, okay? You may answer that question." "But...It feels so good, and I'm so close." "Stop your whining. What I've got planned for you will feel better. A whole lot better." Carol got up from her position on the floor and stood before Thomas, her body a dark shadow in the room. She leaned over and pushed the wine glass into his hand. "I'm gonna go change into something a little more appropriate to what's going to happen next. I've left you something I want you to wear under your pillow. If you don't think about it, it'll be easier to put on. I'll be out in about fifteen minutes." Carol turned and walked to their bathroom. Fifteen minutes, Thomas thought to himself. It was fifteen minutes of waiting before, and only one minute of sex. Now another fifteen. What did she have in mind? Thomas slid over and reached under his pillow, and found a piece of heavy material there. Pulling it out, he examined it the best that he could in the darkness of the room. A few thin straps, each ending with a dime sized ring, connected to a triangular piece of cloth with two holes, one with a tube sown over it. What the hell was this thing? He downed the wine in one gulp and headed for the window. Holding it up to the weak light coming through the window, He could see that it was some bizarre piece of underwear made of leather. He held it to his now semi-erect cock to see how it would go on, and his cock reversed it's downward trend at the mere thought of kinky sex. Evidently, he was supposed to pass his dick through the tube, which would cover about have it's length. His balls would pass through the second and lower hole. The three straps would then be pulled around back to hold the whole thing in place. Thomas started pulling the tube over his cock only to find that it was too small to let an erect penis in. He would have to go limp, then pull himself in. Now his wife's statement about making it 'easier to put on' made sense. If he thought about wearing leather underwear, he would stay so erect that he would never get it on. Thomas let his mind drift back to the office, concentrating on work and projects coming up. After a few minutes he looked down to see that he had gone nearly limp, and he quickly pulled the tube on. His cock immediately started to harden again, filling the tube and stretching forth. Thomas readjusted as best he could, and soon the lower half of his prick was tightly encase in leather. He pulled the front down and maneuvered his balls through the hole, the pulled the two side straps together in back, or at least tried. They were too short. Trying his hardest, he could barely get the rings to ouch. That was when he realized their was no way to connect the rings. Shit! He got the thing halfway on, and now couldn't finish the job. "How's it going out there, Thomas?" "Okay, but I don't know how to connect the rings." He saw a flash of light as the bathroom door opened and then slammed shut. A figure stormed into the room. "Dammit, Thomas. I give you one small task to accomplish in ten years, and you can't figure out how to do it. Get over here." Thomas nearly ran over to the new hanging plants where his wife stood. She sounded really mad, and he didn't want to ruin their anniversary night. His eyes, still momentarily blinded by the light from the bathroom, nearly caused him to run into her on his way over. "Turn around, so I can connect them." Thomas spun around so quickly that his head hit one of the plants. "Be careful, will you? I just bought those." Carol reached around both of his hips and grabbed the straps, pulling them tight behind him. Then she reached under his ass and between his legs and grabbed the third strap, pulling it up between his ass cheeks to meet the other to rings. Thomas heard a soft 'click'. The straps drew the entire thing tight into his body, and he doubted he could wiggle out of it even if he wasn't erect. "It's a little tight." "It's supposed to be. What did I say about you talking? Don't let it happen again." She grabbed his balls lightly, and then his cock, making sure the leather wasn't pinching any folds of skin. "There. Now unhook that plant and put it down over there." Thomas did as he was told. Things were happening too quickly for him to question them, which is exactly what Carol wanted. "Point each hand to the ring in the ceiling. Hurry! I don't have all night." Again, he did as he was told. He heard something metal clink first above one hand, then above the other. What felt like doubled over rope was pressed into his hand. "Hold this." His hands grasped the rope tightly. Something soft touched his left shoulder, then began massaging his arm as it moved towards his wrist. She was wearing gloves, he thought. She never wears gloves. Both hands circled his wrist, and squeezed around it, then he felt a hand on his other shoulder. It startled Thomas, thinking that she was holding his left wrist, but when his body jerked away his left arm was anchored to the ceiling. She quickly buckled the other restraint around his other wrist, before he could protest. "How about a little light, so we can see if you're still ready for me." Carol's face lit up behind the flame of a lighter, revealing for the first time to Thomas the fact that her face was the only flesh exposed in an outfit of black leather and zippers. Heels higher than anything he had seen her wear supported her leather boots. She smiled as she walked silently around the carpeted room, lighting candles as she did. "So, does my anniversary present meet with your approval?" She turned and looked as his still erect cock. "I see that it does." "Ohmygod, Carol, this is so incredible. I can't believe it." Carol put down the lighter and moved quickly over to him the best she could in her heels. A hand reached behind her back and brought forth a black rubber penis about three inches long but as thick as Thomas's own. Her other hand grabbed his jaw and squeezed his cheeks, popping his mouth open in both surprise and pain. She promptly stuffed the penis gag into his mouth and strapped it in place. "Dammit, Thomas. I told you not to speak, didn't I? Now look what you've forced me to do. That should keep you quiet. I don't want to hear any complaints about it either. I've been reading a little book today about women and sexual power, and I know I could easily go down to the club and pick up one of your friends for an evening of satisfying sex if I wanted to. Hell, I bet I could get that guy Barry up here to replace that rubber penis with a real one. Isn't he the one you call Barry the fairy, or something like that?" Emotions were flashing through Thomas' mind. Disgust at the huge (to him) dildo in his mouth, fear that his wife would even think of fucking somebody else or bring Barry here, and lust at seeing his wife in such a sexual frenzy. "Oh, by the way Thomas, do you remember our wedding dance song, the Sleeping Beauty Waltz? If, for some reason, all this becomes too much for you, just hum a little for me. Okay?" He almost hummed right then, because of everything that she had just said, then realized what she meant by it. Thomas nodded, and relaxed. So this was all for fun. He had a way out, if he needed or wanted it, so he could let loose without the fear or rage he had felt a minute ago. Everything she said or did was part of the act. Of course, that didn't stop his adrenaline from being pumped out full blast through his body. Carol's hand grasped his cock. "Wow. Look at how hard you are. It's like a little shaft of concrete. I could fuck that all night if I wanted to. Would you like that, Thomas?" He nodded, paused, then shook his head. "What's wrong, Thomas? Don't you want me to keep you hard all night, just for my pleasure?" He nodded again, then shook his head, unsure of exactly what the question was. "Then it must be this new underwear I bought you. I think it shows you off quite nicely. It must me a little snug, though, isn't it?" He nodded. "That's the idea, you know. It's tight enough to keep you erect for me but too tight to let you cum until I take them off. I say 'I' because they happened to be padlocked on, and I hid the only key. Now, I'm still hungry. Do you mind if I have a little nibble on your meat?" Carol got down on her knees and started licking and kissing his erection. Thomas' knees nearly buckled from the sensations he was feeling. This was not the woman he knew; this was a sex-craved leather-clad kinkmeister. Carol had never done anything like this ever in their whole relationship. Hell, she never said words like 'fuck' or 'cum', and she had always referred to his cock as 'it', but in a seductive way. He could feel his orgasm rising again as Carol's tongue swirled around the head of his cock. She had never done anything like that, either! Carol looked up at her bound husband, and put her trust in Janice, who had told her ejaculation would be nearly impossible in the leather underwear. She could feel Thomas start to twitch in orgasm, and just kept sucking and licking. The twitch lasted just a moment, and his cock seemed to expand a little, but nothing else. She smiled, and pulled away for a moment. Time to tease. "Oh god, Thomas, forget the fucking. Your cock tastes so good, I can't stop. Cum for me." A little corny, perhaps, but his moan in response was one of desperation and lust. Just the reaction Janice had said she would get. She brought her hands up, one to grip his shaft, the other fondle his balls. It gave her a strange feeling of erotic power to have him like this, and that made the fellatio easier. Enjoyable, even. She redoubled her efforts, seeing if she could get him to cum even though she knew he could not. Thomas wasn't having as much fun. His whole body was so filled with sexual energy he thought he might explode. His building orgasm had surpassed anything her had felt with Carol before, but it was just that. A building orgasm. She kept sucking and swirling and licking, and his orgasm kept building a little more and a little more and a little more, but there was no release. It was almost painful, and he was afraid that when he did cum he wouldn't have that feeling of control that he usually had. Not that he was in control now. Carol could feel herself getting wet underneath the hot leather jumpsuit. This domination thing had her so turned on, she could feel her own orgasm building. Maybe this domination idea wasn't so bad, after all. Time to switch gears, and positions. She pulled her lips off his dick with an exagerrated sucking sound. "Well, Thomas, are you going to cum or not? I'm down here, waiting for my jism feast, and you won't cum. Don't you like what I'm doing? Aren't I good enough to taste you, to swallow you, to lick you dry?" Thomas moaned again in frustration, and Carol's smile grew. "Well, if you're not going to cum, then the least you can do is let me use this cock to masturbate myself. She got up and unlocked his wrists, and as they fell to his sides she pulled them behind him and linked the cuffs together. Then she grabbed his cock and pulled him over to the bed and pushed him onto it. She didn't hear the door downstairs open. "Just look at that big ole cock of yours. If I'd known the effect this would have on you, I would have done this ages ago. Let's see if you can satisfy me, or should I just leave you like that?" His head shook vehemently. "Good. Get all the way onto the bed." When he was in position she unzipped the zipper leading from her belly button through her crotch and to her waist in back, then climbed on top of him. Straddling him, one hand guided his engorged cock into her, and she sighed at the filling sensation. She braced her arms on either side of him and started sliding up and down, grinding her clit into the leather above his cock. At the door to their bedroom stood another leather covered figure, completely in white to contrast Carol's black outfit. A hood disguised the face, revealing only a pair of green eyes and lips painted cherry red. Breasts abnormally large and firm jutted straight out from it's front almost in mockery of the female form. From between the legs rose a thin and curved phallus, currently being covered in lubricant to make the surprise anal insertion a lot easier. After all, part of a this domination scene was the surprises. At it's feet lay a duffel bag with two weeks worth of bondage and domination equipment, along with some street clothes. On the bed, Carol was shuddering through her first orgasm, or rather through the waves of it. Thomas had never felt so good inside her, and the kinkiness of what she was doing was really turning her on. She immediately began working on a second, content in the knowledge that for once she would get full satisfaction before he did. As the figure moved across the room, it began blowing out the few remaining lit candles, wanting to work in near darkness, and knowing that the lights wouldn't be missed until it was too late. The female on the bed arched her back in a second orgasm, and after a moment of rest, began work on another. Thomas was going out of his mind. He couldn't speak, couldn't move, and worst of all he couldn't cum. Instead, his wife was fucking him like there was no tomorrow. She had orgasmed at least twice already, and was heading for a third, when she suddenly slowed down. "Thomas, would you like to cum inside me now? Should I take off the padlock and let you fill me with your seed? Or should I tease you and not let you come until later? Moan once if you'd do anything to cum right now." The figure in white moved across the carpet, it's phallus bobbing in the air. Somebody was in for a big surprise. The figure stood at the foot of the bed, ready and waiting for the right moment to thrust forward. Thomas let out an excited moan. "Did you like my little domination scene?" A moan of agreement. How did she come up with this? "Do you think you could do the same thing to me, if I asked? Dominate me, tie me up, the whole nine yards?" A pause as ideas flitted through Thomas's head, followed by another moan of agreement. The figure in white smoothed the lubricant, and aimed it at Carol's rosebud. If it was domination and sex she wanted, that was what she was going to get. "Really?" Her voice was excited. "Could you really play the part of the master, with me as your sex slave? Sticking your cock in my mouth, my cunt, maybe my ass?" Thomas moaned again, a definite yes. "Too bad." Carol locked her left leg under is right and rolled herself onto her back, pulling him on top and at the same time using her leather covered hands to pull apart his butt cheeks as Janice leaned in with the dildo to take his anal cherry. Carol smiled as she watched his surprised eyes go wide in the dimly lit room. "I like being the dominant when it comes to sex, and that's the way it's going to stay, until I decide otherwise. Happy anniversary, Thomas." Carol began fucking him again, this time from underneath, as the white clad Janice filled him from the rear. Maybe they would let him cum in a little while. Maybe in fifteen minutes. Then again, they did have two weeks off.