Delayed, but the suspense builds

Sarah had to break her promise. Today rained all morning and this afternoon, leaving everything muddy and uncomfortable. Still, Sarah is taking me to get supplies for tomorrow to try again. I’m wearing a Pikachu rain jacket. I wanted a water type one, but couldn’t find one in my size. I sigh thinking about the over saturation of Pikachu, even in parts of marketing that make no sense? Who wants to wear an electric mouse in the rain? Electricity and water don’t mix! And why did I have to go with the largest kid size? Stupid Pokèmon company, stupid Nintendo… I do like how cute I look in it though.

My thoughts are interrupted as Sarah pulls into a small outdoor mall strip I didn’t even know existed until now. Not surprising really, I don’t leave campus much. We get out and I quickly follow Sarah inside. The light drizzle that is still coming down makes me happy to get inside.

And it’s a sex shop. I freeze as it dawns on me that everything around me is a sex toy of some variety. Being in the front, most of the things I can see are pretty tame. Simple costumes, fuzzy hand cuffs, edible underwear. But Sarah takes my hands and guides me into the back where I could already guess were more intense items.

After spotting the first dildo I realize this floor has likely not been inspected in ages. It clearly needs a new coat of wax, and the old one needs to be scrubbed off completely. I shall begin to compile a complete mental report of all the problems with it for the owner. My eyes diligently scan the floor for any discrepancy that might be added to my assessment as Sarah escorts me by the hand around the aisles. After a bit of me shuffling behind her as she looks through various clothes and toys, she brings me to a dead end alcove with a bench behind a door. She pushes me gently inside and follows after me, closing the door behind us, and it finally occurs to me that this is a dressing room. I turn around and notice a large mirror on the back of the door.

Sarah smile at me. “Okay baby sis. Are you ready to play dress up? Maybe we can find something for you to wear tomorrow.” I see the pile of clothes I her arms. It seems like a small pile, so I figure this can’t be that bad. Sisters play dress up. And girls dress up their dolls. This should be a win-win for both of our kinks. I nod shyly, before finding my voice.

“Did you find anything for you too?”

Her smile broadens, “of course baby sis. Let’s get you changed and then I can change too.”

Nervous but filled with excitement by the confidence projected effortlessly by Sarah’s every move, I let her help me out of my jacket and clothes until I’m standing naked. She pulls from her pile a tangle of leather. Is it a dog leash? Are we doing some kind of pet play? As she begins straightening it out and helping me wear it I realize I had been too naive. My face blazing, I stare at myself in the mirror as she finishes strapping me into the leather bondage suit. Starting with a collar at my neck, bands of leather ran down my body, covering nothing while accentuating my nakedness. It had a belt around my waist as well as points that wrapped around my wrists and ankles. There are little metal rings at just about every point of note, such as my neck, my knees and elbows, and my wrists and ankles. The leather straps dig slightly into my pussy lips, even though I think they are supposed to go to either side to not block access. As Sarah is checking the tightness of the bondage suit, I notice a sign on the wall asking patrons not to try on items that touch private parts without clothes on… it’s a little late now so I just blush harder at the realization I’ve broken a rule and keep quiet.

Sarah stands up and takes my face in her hands to kiss me gently. “How are you holding up my sweet baby sis? My baby doll?” Baby doll is new. I kind of like it. Dolls are kind of sisterly, and of course are toys. I smile a little.

“Um… it’s tight. And…” I coyly point to the sign that makes us criminals. Her eyes follow my finger, and she scoffs.

“Well, too late now. And it’s not supposed to be tight, it’s supposed to be very tight. Maybe I can cinch it a little more…” after fiddling with the straps more, I feel my spine forcefully pulled back slightly so I can’t slouch, and my chest around my breasts pressured so as to make them stand out more. Sarah then begins putting on her own gear, following the rules and keeping her underwear on. Unlike mine that has only straps, hers is a combination of straps and actual strips of leather. It occurs to me that the prices on these tags means it’s probably all fake leather, and I giggle slightly as I imagine someone becoming upset because they were too much of a bondage snob to use anything that wasn’t real leather.

Sarah raises her eyebrow at my sudden giggle. “What’s so funny?” She zips up a knee high boot and it dawns on me that her suit is very much a dominant version of mine, with boots, leather top, and bottom that actually covers her bits. If not for the zippers that make it clear access is easily obtained, it might pass as a very skimpy but still acceptable peace of clothing.

“Leather…” my brain is overheating with sexiness and I’m becoming less verbal again. But I can’t help but smile at the ground while answering.

“You like leather, huh? Not what I was expecting, but I can certainly work with that.” Okay, that misunderstanding is completely on me. I should clear it up. She pulls up a ball gag and slips it into my mouth. I give a little moan of surprise at the sudden intrusion into my mouth, but hold still while she secures it. Kissing me on the forehead, she turns me around and uses the metal rings at my elbows and wrists to secure my arms behind my back. I can’t see what connecting link she used, but both of my wrists are now connected to the opposite elbow behind me, in a sort of backwards straight jacket arrangement. She then takes a moment to admire her work as I feel my whole exposed body become red.

After enjoying the view, Sarah, picks up my clothes, and bags them except for my shoes and rain jacket. She helps me into my shoes and closes my rain jacket around me, not bothering with the arms and just zipping it up. She then pulls out a medical mask, the ones we wear when we are sick to keep from spreading any disease like responsible adults, and puts it on my face to cover the gag. Of course, the gags strap goes around my head, so it’s not really hidden well unless someone isn’t paying attention or only sees me from a distance.

I begin to whimper into the gag as it fully occurs to me what Sarah is about to do to me. In fairness, this is pretty minor compared to the other escapades, but come on! Sarah makes sure she knows where the price tag for each of the items I’m wearing is before looking me in the eyes. “Don’t worry my sweet baby doll. I’m going to take great care of you, tonight and especially tomorrow. I already checked the weather and it’s clear skies for our picnic. I’ll make the whole basket for us tomorrow morning, and we’ll be out frolicking in a park by noon. I’ve even got a present to give you, sister to sister.” She pulls back and sighs. “And okay, since I guess it’s fair that it’s not clear coming from me, but I mean an actual present any sister might give to her little sister.” She smiles sincerely at me, and my heart soars. I try to calm down, and not to let my imagination get away from me. Anything she gives me will be magical. Don’t imagine matching bracelets or earrings, especially since earrings will mean I need to get my ears pierced. Something I’ve been avoiding because stabbing my body makes me squeamish.

Sarah changes back into her clothes (coward, where’s the solidarity in your own idea! I love her anyways!) and gathers up my clothes and some purchases I’m not wearing out of the store. I follow her to the front counter and the clerk, an older lady with a floral shirt, begins to scan things. As she finishes up with the items in the counter, Sarah pulls me in front of her so the clerk can more clearly see me. I feel bad, but part of me was hoping Sarah’s plan was actually just shoplifting. But no, I knew it wasn’t.

Sarah reaches into my jacket and from my neck and pulls out the tag to show the clerk. “And let’s not forget these items too.” Sarah tries to sound nonchalant, but I can hear how proud of herself she is.

The clerk tightens her jaw for a moment before sighing heavily. “This is a sex shop, not a date spot. You get one warning, the next time you use our store for your games, we will call the police. Customers who can’t follow the rules are not welcome here.” I can’t help but snort at the telling off. I know it’s directed at both of us, but it feels vindicating to have Sarah’s plan called out like that.

Sarah is caught off guard. “Uh, yeah. Sorry. Won’t happen again.” I am a little amazed, grandma sex shop lady just embarrassed Sarah. I think I might have the courage to tease her about this later. In the safety of our own room with a plushie in my arms of course.

The lady glares at me for snorting, scans my ball gag, then pulls out a large strap-on. “If you’re really sorry you’ll buy this too. Model was discontinued since the waist band was accidentally too small and the dildo was intentionally too big. No one wants it, the dildo isn’t even detachable. So you’d really be helping out a small business.” She smiles disingenuously at Sarah.

Sarah looks at the comically proportioned strap on. Even my skinny ass would have difficulty squirming into its narrow waist. And the dildo attached is almost as big as Sarah herself. I can’t help but giggle into the gag at all of it. Sarah’s plan backfiring, an old grandma trying to shake her down, and a toy that she couldn’t possibly use on me since her own equipment would get in the way. Consequences be damned, I’m definitely teasing her about this later. My breathing becomes labored as I giggle into my gag harder and harder.

Sarah sighs at my laughing fit. Then she pays for everything, strap-on included, and pulls me out of the store as I still struggle to get my breathing under control. Sarah buckles me in gets in the drivers seat. I finally get my laughter under control, and she glances at me as we pull onto the road. “Done now?” I nod, fully under control again. “Good. I just want to remind you I wasn’t planning on buying that, and so the part of tomorrow it fits neatly into is pure coincidence.”

Suddenly this isn’t quite as funny. She already has a plan to use a toy she is anatomically incapable of using? I moan into my gag, concerned for her safety. She doesn’t plan on trying to fit into it, does she?

“Don’t worry baby doll. You’ll enjoy it. It just puts a different spin on part of the day that was originally going to be more… chaste. But we can’t let granny sex shop down, now can we?”

I don’t know how to respond to any of that, and not just because I’m gagged. I realize Sarah has made her decision, and expects me to go along with it as her little toy sister. I don’t even know what this plan is, but with Sarah it really could be anything. No, just put it out of my head. I’ll just have to trust her and see what tomorrow brings.