The sex shop worker could see that Emily really wanted to wear the leather bondage outfit, and as much as he liked the look of her shivering, naked in the middle of the store, he saw no reason not to sell it to her. It was an easy sale. He agreed to sell it to her for the listed price. It was a slight markup anyway, but he was pretty sure this woman didn't know that. She didn't look like she frequented a lot of sex shops.
"Here you go sweetheart." The man said, holding out the outfit. "Do you want to buy anything else?" Emily shook her head.
Emily snatched the outfit from the man's hands, and began to put it on. The man suggested that before she did, she rub her body in lube, to make it easier to get the outfit on and off. That seemed like a sensible suggestion, so she did. Twenty minutes later, she was standing there, in the middle of the store wearing the outfit she'd been so **** to try on. She was wearing the spiked high-heeled boots too, as well as the collar, but she thought she'd leave it up to Nate as to whether he wanted her to wear the hood, leash and ball-gag.
Emily was apprehensive about what she had just done, but so eager to see Nate's face when he saw her. She drove slowly over to his apartment, due to the boots, and crossed the carpark to his building. She saw some people she recognized, and they recognized her, their eyes popping out of their head at what she was wearing. Blushing, embarrassed and aroused, Emily continued up to Nate's apartment and knocked on his door.
After a brief pause, the door opened and Nate stood there, a huge grin spreading across his face as his eyes moved up and down Emily's leather-clad body.
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