Doesn’t even hesitate.

Abbey was surprised she didn’t even hesitate. She reached behind herself and undid the bra. He looked satisfied as she did so. “We will try shields with tassels.” He said as he turned back to the couch and picked up two small silver shields. “These are spring-loaded, and many women find them quite pleasant to wear. I will demonstrate.”

He gently cupped Abbey’s breast before frowning, “Not hard enough.” Abbey was about to tell him that she didn’t think her nipples could get any harder when he bent over and sucked on her nipple. She moaned again as he pleased her tit and felt an electric tingle of arousal. Then he pulled back, blew on her wet nipple and said, “Better.”

He pulled on the little metal chain that hung from the shield's centre and then deftly put it in place over her nipple. As he released the chain, Abbey felt a tightening on her nipple and moaned again.

She was about to say something again when he repeated the process with her other breast. This time as she moaned at his lips, her hand involuntarily went to the back of his head to hold it in place. He sucked on her nipple for a long time before placing the shield on her breast.

He stepped back and looked. “Good, now strip off those bottoms, and I will teach you how to twirl.”

Abbey frowned as she bent over and removed the skirt belt, “You mean spin on the spot?” she asked.

He laughed, “No, Baqarat. Here raise arms above head, and bounce like before.” Abbey again hardly hesitated before doing as requested. After a few bounces on the spot, she saw that the chain tassels started to spin evenly in opposite directions. “Lower one arm,” he told her. Again she did as he said and saw one of the two tassels change direction.

“Oh cool,” Abbey said, changing arms and watching them reverse. She had to admit the other thing she felt was the weight of them. The shields and tassels were metal, and as they spun and bounced, she could feel them on her nipples.

“Very nice,” the man said. “Your tits are perfect for this.” He turned and licked up another outfit. “Take those off and try this one.”

Abbey moaned loudly as she removed the shields. “Oh wow, that felt interesting.”

He nodded, “I certainly think you should buy a pair of shields. Now, this.” He held out what appeared to be a chain mail top and skirt festooned with little medallions.

Abbey took the top and had a look at some of the medallions. Each one was stamped with a small image. None two she looked at were the same. All of them were of various sexual positions between people. “Wow,” she said.

The man nodded, “As you do each one, we colour it in. Slowly you change from silver to gold.” He reached behind her neck and fastened the top. Then ran the heels of his hands across her breasts as he placed the cups in location. After a few fiddly moments, Abbey felt her nipples poking into the gap in the chain mail and looked in the mirror. A solid silver bra covered in silver coins cupped her chest.

“Wow,” she said.

The man nodded and picked up the skirt. He wrapped it around and fastened it around her waist. It was asymmetrical, short on her left side. Barely below her arse cheek before plunging down to her calf on the other leg. It was all-metal and weighed quite a bit while making a lot of noise.

The man ran his hand across her bust, her nipples barely poking out between the chain links, and Abbey gasped. “Yes, that is perfect,” he said, “You but these three.

Abbey shook her head, “I can’t afford all three.”

The man smiled, “Well, bring your husband back to find which one he likes most, or we can find a way for you to earn a discount?”

Abbey squeezed her legs together. She knew exactly what he intended when he suggested a discount.