Discovering Ourselves (Chapter 5 Part 1)

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Chapter 2: A Trip to the Shops.It only took a handful of weeks for my problems to rear up their ugly head.Once back home, with work routine taking over, and not daring to play on our own turf because we feared that someone we know could catch us in a compromising situation, it was only a matter of time for the vicious circle to start over. If the memories of our summer vacation had initially been enough to get me into the right mindset, thinking back to the same events over and over quickly lost its effect. Without new stimuli to counteract the effects of my medicine, my penis failed me again. And after it happened once again, I could not help but fear it would happen, which made it happen. We were back to square one.Of course, I tried to talk about it with my doctor, without mentioning the solution we’d stumbled upon, but the obvious solution, taking the magical blue pills (or one of their now numerous equivalents), was out of the question because it was incompatible with the treatment which caused the problem. And stopping the medicine would mean having both my legs feel like they were on fire. In other words, if there was a solution, it would not be a medical one, and I would have to find it on my own.Then the fall sales happened. There is a town not too far away from our own, about 150 kilometres, where there is a huge district made exclusively of ‘factory shops’ selling luxury brands cheaper all year round. So during sales, cheaper becoming cheaper still, there are some highly interesting deals. Whenever we can, Belle and I like to take a day off mid-week to take advantage of this occasion. Well, that’s the reason Belle likes to go. As far as I’m concerned, I get a day when I can feel a bit like Richard Gere in Pretty Woman’s famous shopping spree scene without going bankrupt.One morning, over breakfast, Belle and I were chatting.”Beau, do you think you could take a day off next week, say Tuesday? I’d like to go to the factory shops.””I don’t know, it’s quite hectic at work right now with the project for the new prospective client. I’m not sure it’s the right moment to take a day off…””Well, it’s just that I’ve been thinking lately, and… Maybe we should try to find ways to play here too. Since I wanted to go anyway, it made me think that we’ve been there dozens of times without ever meeting someone we know, and that the setting would be perfect to try and reproduce the ‘trial room incident’… “I didn’t need to think about it for very long. I always tried to prioritize my personal life over work. If Belle was suggesting this, it must mean the return of my problems was bothering her too, despite all the attention I provided, I agreed. Half an hour later, I stopped by the Human Resources office on the way to mine, and filled out the required form.A few days later, en route to the shops, Belle felt like she needed to explain something.”Beau, some of the things you’ve said in the last few days made me wonder if you’ve not misunderstood what I meant to say.”I lifted an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”She placed her hand on my thigh, “I feel like maybe I’ve given you the wrong signals. That I let you believe that I’m not happy with the way things are between us, sexually, right now. But I am more than fine with it. I don’t really care how you make me come, your eagerness to do whatever it takes is a huge turn-on for me in itself… I’d be lying if I said that when I felt you ‘losing it’ for the first time, I didn’t feel bad. I wondered if it was not something I did, or didn’t do. But because you immediately chose to pleasure me by other means, it reassured me. I want you to understand and be convinced that I’m fine with it and that it doesn’t make you a lesser lover, or a lesser man, as far as I’m concerned.”I sighed, “Well… It did cross my mind that your suggestion to go out today to play was because you were frustrated too and…”Her hand squeezed my thigh hard. She cut me off, “Absolutely not! I swear! It’s just that I know it frustrates you. If I didn’t read that same frustration in your eyes each time it happens, I’d be completely fine with what we have. But it pains me to see you like that… Since I’m having lots of fun exploring our exhibitionistic tendencies together, and since it’s the only thing we tried so far which works for you, I’ve been looking for every occasion I could think of to play again. That’s all. And it won’t last forever, you know, someday you won’t need your treatment anymore, every doctor told you so. The only unknown is how long it’ll take!””I know, it’s not the first time you tell me this. But it’s good to know you’re still thinking this way. I guess I can’t help but be afraid you’re gonna grow tired of it, so you reassuring me once in a while sure helps me deal with it.” Then something she’d said clicked in my mind, “Wait a minute! You said ‘so far’? What do you mean by this?”She giggled, “Well, ever since we discovered that exhibitionism turns us on, something I’d never have guessed before trying, I’ve been wondering if there could be other stuff we’ve been missing on…”At that moment, even if I’m not usually the pessimistic kind, some paranoid part of my mind awakened, imagining that she would suggest cuckolding, or something along this line. Belle must have seen something in my expression, because, before I even had the time to answer, she clarified her line of thought.”I’ve been thinking a lot about trying BDSM recently. Since having my nipples pinched, isvecbahis or my butt slapped, at the right moment brings me closer to orgasm, I’m pretty sure I’m somewhat of a masochist. I’m not sure I want to add more pain to our lovemaking though. But maybe adding a bit of submission on top of that could be fun. Just thinking about being bound, at your mercy, makes me wet.” She leaned closer to my ear, “And telling you about it just had the same effect…”I felt my dick twitch, and if my next thought had not been that I’d hate it if my dick failed me right now, I would have looked for a secluded place to fuck her in the car. But, since the thought crossed my mind, I decided not to risk spoiling that moment. So I chose to play it differently.I placed my right hand on her thigh, caressing it.”Care to prove it?”She smiled, unbuckled her belt, and unzipped the fly of her jeans, “See for yourself…”I slid my hand in her panties, my middle finger parting her labia, and, before even feeling the promised wetness, I could feel that her clit was engorged. I slid my finger a bit further, parting her inner lips and the tip reached the entrance of her vagina. But she put her hand on mine stopping me.”I’d rather not spend the whole day in soaked panties, so if you want more, you’ll have to wait until we’re on our way back at the very least.”I slowly removed my hand, purposefully brushing on her clitoris along the way, eliciting a moan from her.”Naughty boy!” she laughed. She buttoned her pants and fastened her belt.I sucked her juices off my finger and said, “Well, I guess it means we’ll have to pay a visit to a sex shop at some point. We’re not equipped for that.”Belle smiled, “Didn’t take much to convince you. Have you fantasized about tying me up and having free rein over my body without daring to tell me?””Nope. If I’d ever wanted to try, I’d have told you. You know I only pinch your nipples or slap your ass because you enjoy it anyway. And let’s be honest, I can already do pretty much whatever I want to you during sex without needing to tie you up first. However, I’d lie if I told you that I don’t like the idea…”Belle took her phone out of her handbag and fiddled with it for a bit.”There’s a sex shop not too far from the factory shops, we may as well make a stop there before we leave.”I chuckled, “Someone can hardly wait, huh?”She giggled, “Guilty as charged. That shop stays open later than the others, so we can go once we’re done with our normal shopping.” She leaned towards me, and kissed me sweetly on the cheek, before whispering in my ear, “Should I call you ‘Master’ from now on?”The idea made my dick stiffen a bit, but I knew that if I told her ‘yes’ right now she would be daring enough to call me so while we were shopping.”Not right now… It could make things a bit awkward if a shop clerk hears you call me like that. But I’m not against it, I’ll just tell you when.”I drove in silence for a while, fantasizing about the new experiences Belle’s suggestion had just opened, when an idea struck my mind.”Did you put a bra on today?” She nodded. “Then your master commands you to remove it.”She feigned shyness, “But, but… Master, it’s a bra with crossed straps in the back, it’d mean getting topless in the car, and we’re crossing through a village right now.” Her voice betrayed her amusement.So that would be the kind of ‘slave’ I would have, one that would discuss my orders, alright, two can play this game.”Did I stutter?” I asked rhetorically.She smiled, clearly enjoying the bit of power-play. She slid the diagonal part of her seatbelt behind her back, took her top off and unclasped her bra, taking it off over her head.Just as she was about to grab her top to put it back on, I added, “And since you think you can discuss my orders, you’ll wait till we’re finished crossing this village before putting back your top.”She obediently placed her top on her knees and leaned back in her seat, proudly displaying her boobs to anyone who would have watched us drive by.I lifted my foot a bit off the gas pedal, bringing the car to the slowest reasonable speed. Belle looked at me, the mischievous look I had seen so many times during our vacations finally back. I saw a traffic light up ahead, it was green. I checked my rearview mirrors and, seeing no one behind, slowed down even more. The light turned orange, then red. I stopped.I looked towards Belle, she was looking at the traffic light expectantly, probably trying to ‘Jedi’ it into turning green. Focusing my eyes a bit further, I realised why. On the corner of the street on her side, there was a bar, with large windows. I could clearly see the few patrons inside this early in the morning, standing at the counter drinking coffee, lost in discussion. All it would take was for one of them to look our way, and she’d be caught.The mere idea of them catching a glimpse at her tits turned me on. I could no longer refrain from touching them. I started groping one of them, gently pinching and pulling on her nipple.The light turned green but I had not gotten my fill of playing with her breast and, after checking in the rearview mirror there was still no one behind, I decided to wait and kept massaging her boob.It only took a few seconds for Belle to pleadingly utter, “It’s green!”I grinned, “I know.”I waited yet another 5 seconds, tugging softly on her nipple, to see if she would make another comment, but since she remained silent, I finally drove off, still as slow isveçbahis giriş as possible. I heard her mumble something which sounded like ‘just in time’. I immediately understood why with a quick check in the rearview mirror. One of the patrons was leaving the bar. Had I waited a little more, he sure would have wondered why I was stopped at a green light, checked the car and caught her, tits out, being manhandled.But we were not out of this village yet. I saw a slow-walking old man on the sidewalk, getting close to a crosswalk, and lifted my feet a little. I could feel that Belle was cursing me in her mind, but I nevertheless stopped at the crosswalk. Belle and I couldn’t help but stare at the old man all the way but, apparently unsure of his footing, he kept his eyes down. Once he’d finished crossing, I heard Belle let out the breath she’d been holding, and realised I had done the same, but for the opposite reason.As soon as we went past the sign indicating the end of the village, Belle asked, “Can I cover myself now?”I liked the fact that she asked permission, but before agreeing I could not resist reaching out again and squeezing each of her boobs, feeling her hardened, erect nipples against the palm of my hand. I pinched the one I hadn’t played with earlier and finally agreed. She put her top back on and put her seatbelt back the normal way. She opened the glove box and placed her bra inside. I saw a place where I could safely stop the car, did so, and kissed her deeply.”Did you enjoy your first time as my slave?””Even though I’ve been exposed much more than today, I never felt so tense. You meanie!” She fake-punched my shoulder before adding, “But, yes, if I listen to what my pussy has to say about it, instead of my head, I sure enjoyed it. I’m drenched.”I was about to drive off, but she asked me to wait a minute. She unbuckled her seatbelt, grabbed some stuff out of her purse, opened her door and stepped out of the car. Standing there, she unbuckled her belt, unzipped her pants and lowered both her pants and panties to about mid-thigh. She then dried herself with a tissue before sticking a fresh pantyliner to what I now realised was one of the very simple white thongs we’d bought in Spain.A car drove by while her ass was still out, I looked when it passed us but I don’t think the people inside noticed anything because they were all looking straight ahead at the road. When I turned my attention back to Belle, she was decent again and was stepping back in. She mockingly threw the bunched-up liner’s wrapper at me.”Since you can’t help but make me wet all the time, it’s gonna be necessary.”I laughed, “Yeah, blame it on me. I barely touched you at all, you did it all to yourself!”She giggled, “Ok, ok, you win. I’m such a slut I can’t help but ruin my panties all the time!”It was the second time I’d heard Belle refer to herself as a ‘slut’, and if I’d been too affected the first time, moved by her confession, I could not let it pass without making a comment this time. I grabbed her by the chin and, gently but firmly, turned her head so she’d look me in the eyes.”No! You’re not ‘a’ slut – you’re MY slut!”She giggled, “See? There you go again, making me wet right after I cleaned myself!”I let go of her chin, grabbed her hand and placed it on my bulge, letting her know, even if she must have had no doubt about it, that she was not the only one who was getting turned on by all this.”Say it!” I ordered.She hesitated a second, unsure about what I meant, then finally, as sultry as she could, said, “Yes. I’m your slut.”I felt my dick twitch and so did she. We kissed hungrily. Her hand started to massage my bulge. I put an end to it before it went too far, gently brushing her hand off my erect manhood.”We’d better get going, or we’ll never even make it to the shops at this rate.”She nodded.Half an hour later, we were parked and ready to start our shopping spree. Belle was walking a few steps ahead of me sensually swaying her hips. I couldn’t take my eyes off her butt, perfectly moulded in her jeans. Accelerating my pace to catch up, I slapped her butt before slipping my hand into her back pocket. Belle smiled, passed her arm around me, slipped her hand in my back pocket and squeezed my buttcheek. I couldn’t help but steal a glance at her boobs, bouncing freely under her top with each of her steps. We entered the first shop.A pattern quickly emerged. Besides what she was actually looking to buy, Belle always picked whatever was the shortest, the sheerest, the most revealing thing in the shop to try on, even if she had no intention to buy it. In the first three shops, she pretended to accidentally badly close the curtain of her trial stall, leaving more and more of a gap each time, coming out in the most revealing outfit first to ask my opinion.By the fourth shop, she didn’t even bother with closing the curtain anymore. I made sure to stand as far from Belle’s stall as I could while still being able to enjoy the endless strip-tease she was offering me, and anyone who would have cared to look. But the shops were relatively empty this early on a weekday, and I remained her only spectator.In one of the shops, a female clerk closed Belle’s curtain as she walked by, but Belle reacted immediately, re-opening it, topless, holding the piece of clothing she’d just removed to ask the lady if they had it in black. The clerk grabbed the piece, looked at it, and went into the main part of the store to check, isveçbahis yeni giriş closing the curtain again before walking away. Belle immediately re-opened it and asked for a white one too.A few minutes later, the clerk came back, Belle made sure to remove the skirt she’d been trying on while the woman waited to hand her the clothes, ending up with nothing but her thong on. The lady waited, a bit uneasy, trying her best to look away. Her gaze met mine, and she gave me an embarrassed smile, which I answered with a slight shrug. Belle pretended to have just noticed her presence and turned her way, her body almost on full display but for the few centimetres of cloth covering her pussy. She grabbed the items and thanked the woman who walked away, leaving the curtain open this time, defeated.By the time we felt like grabbing lunch, even if I couldn’t complain about the show Belle put up for me, it was overall a somewhat disappointing morning. I had been her only spectator as far as we knew. While eating, we joked about the power-play with the clerk, Belle was clearly proud of the way she had handled it, not letting the woman shame her back into hiding behind the curtain and in the end compelling her to watch her almost complete nudity without a word. I was proud of her too. She was becoming bolder, the last bits of societal guilt at exposing her naked body were leaving her. I told her as much, and, quite strangely, it made her blush.”Not that there’s anything you should be ashamed about… You’re just stunning!”We finished eating and continued with our shopping. While in the morning we’d mostly visited shops that sold only female apparel, those we visited in the afternoon catered to both genders. There were therefore more men around the trial rooms. Belle nevertheless kept to what had become almost routine, and would be for the years to come each time I accompanied her to buy clothes, and left the curtain open, chatting about something with me as the excuse for not closing it.The afternoon was much more interesting, I can’t even count the number of guys I caught moving around to get a better line of sight, and I’m not even considering all those I saw stealing a quick glance before looking away, blushing. Belle clearly enjoyed more and more the attention she was receiving, putting up as much of a show as she could without making it obvious that she did it on purpose.She struck sensual poses each time she’d finished putting on a new outfit, asking me my opinion on the depth of the cleavage or the sheerness of the fabric. She bent over with her ass towards the mirror when she was trying short skirts to supposedly check they were not too revealing. She often grabbed her boobs, shaking them, supposedly to adjust them in the tops she tried on. And a few times, when she was sure someone was watching while removing a skirt or pants she’d been trying on, she pretended to accidentally have dragged her thong down along with it, exposing her waxed apricot for a couple of seconds.And, besides a guy getting a killing gaze from his wife when she noticed what he’d been looking at, no one reacted negatively or told us anything, which kept emboldening Belle. Later in the afternoon though, as we were getting out of a shop, Belle told me that she’d noticed right behind me a guy who had left his curtain partially open, clearly on purpose, exposing his erect cock, and who had started jerking off when she looked his way. She’d pretended not to have noticed and in the end, nothing more happened, but she suddenly feared we were going to end up in trouble because of some creep.”If you feel like stopping by now, it’s fine with me… But I think you should just have made it clear you noticed and closed your curtain in anger, would have most likely shut him off. Or, even better, just laughed at him, that would have killed his mojo for sure…”Belle considered it for a few seconds then nodded.”You’re right, I should not let others spoil my fun now that I’m getting rid of my inhibitions, putting the clerk back in her place this morning made me feel good. I need to learn how to do the same with creeps, to impose my own limits on them too. And ignoring them clearly won’t do the job.” She kissed me on the cheek, then added, “Thank you honey, for, in addition to making me feel safe while exposing myself, your suggestions are very helpful.”Later, while in another shop, it was the actions of a male clerk which grabbed our attention. He walked into the trial rooms to bring some item to a woman who had entered a few minutes before, probably having been asked for some specific size or colour by that woman. When he passed Belle’s stall, she was removing a dress she’d just tried, passing it over her head. The position she was in, arms raised above her head, enhanced her breasts, even though they didn’t need it. His jaw dropped open, and he almost stopped in his tracks, but then realised my presence by his side and kept going. He was clearly a quick thinker because, had I not paid attention to him at that moment, I would probably not have noticed his slight hesitation.He walked to the lady’s stall, handed her the items he’d been holding, and then I saw him look around, thinking. In most of the stalls, like in almost every shop we’d visited today, there were discarded items, hung to the coat hooks or merely left on the benches, tried on by people who hadn’t bothered returning them to the drop-off at the trial room’s entrance. He’d found his way to discretely be able to watch more of the show Belle was offering. He quickly grabbed the items from the stalls at the back of the room, but spent more time in those where he could steal a glance towards Belle’s.

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