Changing

changing room

So I needed to find somewhere I could wear a wig and fist myself to an orgasm three times in a row on a Saturday afternoon in London. I only had one place in mind. I needed to see what the deal with the lingerie department in Selfridges is still like.

I was ready with my fist toy in my bag and the ginger from last week’s figging and  wandered round looking for something sheer and slutty to try on, banking on the fact those changing rooms always had deep carpeting and heavy lockable doors to account for the fact women got their nipples out on the other side of them.

I went round and round that department looking for something to suit my needs. I wanted to be wearing something overtly sexual for this one and everything was functional. Even Agent Provocateur seemed tame. I worried that I wasn’t going to be able to impress my Master again.

Then I stumbled across a rack of barely there lingerie. Small, sheer, leopard print. no mistake why you’d wear it underwear. I took eight items into the changing room and lined them up.

And ignored them completely. I was already wearing a red velvet harness bra under my dress and all I wanted to do was strip off and get down on my hands and knees on that plush cream carpet as my Master instructed.

I had the black glass plug in my ass and I needed the ginger as well with the fist toy slipping in and out of my cunt til I came three times as I’d been told. I was down with my ass in the mirror trying to feed the ginger into my ass in no time.

I couldn’t get the base of the glass toy and the carved base of the ginger to share nicely. But I knew my Master wanted me choking back exclamations as my ass throbbed and my cunt clenched round the fist toy so I went with the ginger.

And then I leaned down and slipped the fist toy inside as I listened to the noise of the fitting rooms going on outside the door. I fucked myself to the first orgasm riding the toy, seeing my ass stuffed full of ginger in the mirror over my shoulder as my ass burned and my cunt watered.

The second orgasm came quickly after the first with the ginger making me want to howl to cool my ass down while flat on my back with my cunt obvious in the mirror as I fucked myself hard, writhing because of what was in my ass.

The third orgasm was back up on my knees, heels up in the air, feet ground into that carpet thinking how long I was taking even to try on eight bras. The second I felt the orgasm building, I pulled the fist out and squirted all over the floor.

It seemed like the biggest wet patch I’d left on anything as I got dressed again, legs shaking and my head pounding from the feeling of it all. I slipped the glass toy back in my ass and the fist and the ginger in my handbag and left the bras hanging where they’d been the whole time, apologising to the attendant that I must have spilt some water and walked out past everyone waiting.

 

My legs may have been weak, but I very much doubt anyone other than my Master, who I was sending the photos to as I left would have guessed what I’d been doing in there…

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Changing

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