Changing Room

The air conditioning hit the girls full force as the department store's wide glass doors slid open.

"Oooh, that's nice! I thought I was gonna die out there," Taylor sighed.

"You're wearing boots, jeans and a tucked-in collared shirt in the middle of July," Jenny replied.

"Well, that's the reason we're here, silly! I'm long overdue for some new summer clothes," Taylor said with a wink and a cute smile.

Jenny smiled back. "Okay, but let's not stay too long. It's too nice outside to be trying on shoes all afternoon."

"I think we can get this done pretty quickly. I mean, you're going to help me pick an outfit, right?" Taylor grabbed Jenny's hand and glanced over at her as they turned the corner in to the women's section.

Jenny blushed as her mind started to wander. Despite her assertive and confident personality, Taylor usually dressed fairly conservatively. But with her influence, that could change -- a low cut shirt here, a pair of heels there, maybe a mini skirt... It wasn't that she didn't look sexy now, but there were a lot of possibilities going forward...

"Jen?"

She snapped out of her daydream. "Mmm, of course..." she slyly replied. Jenny had already embraced a summer look herself, complete with tank top, heels, and yes, a cute pair of shorts. She had also ditched her glasses in favour of contacts; all part of her plan to change things up from her usual boring style (and maybe get her girlfriend to notice her more).

A store clerk greeted the couple as they started to browse. Short, plump, grey hair, reading glasses; could've been one of the girls' grandmothers. "Hi ladies! How are you? Let me know if you need anything!" she called out cheerily.

Taylor looked up from a rack of t-shirts. "Actually, could you point me to a dressing room?"

"Sure thing -- they're in the back around the corner there," the clerk gestured with her hand.

"Thank you!"

Taylor waited until the clerk was turned the other way, then quickly grabbed Jenny's hand and hurried over to the back of the large area, pulling her along.

"Taylor, what are you...? We don't even have any--" Jenny started.

Taylor squeezed the hand holding her partner's, the other putting a finger to Jenny's lips.

They slipped in to a vacant dressing room, where Taylor promptly closed the curtain behind them. She dropped her purse in the corner, just below the large mirror covering one wall. Kneeling down, she started to rummage around inside.

Now speaking in a loud whisper, Jenny asked the obvious. "We just got here; what are you doing? I think there's only supposed to be one person per booth, by the way!"

Taylor had removed several items from her bag, though her body was blocking Jenny's view. "Gimme a sec," she mumbled.

A few more seconds passed. Jenny crossed her arms, becoming slightly impatient.

“Since when do you have a purse, any-- ah!” Taylor quickly spun around, grabbing hold of Jenny’s ankles and forcing them together. Before Jenny could realize what was going on, a pair of shiny steel manacles were fastened around them. A snug fit, and having no chain between them, she was awkwardly stuck in place; her heels not ideal for hopping around in, especially in such a small space.

Jenny held her arms out to keep her balance. “What the hel-- nngh! Ah~ <3” Taylor briefly steadied her partner before roughly twisting her arms behind her back, applying a pair of handcuffs to her wrists. Jenny could tell from feel alone that they were similar in design and construction to the manacles, though they were narrower, permitting the left cuff to fit snugly between her hand and the leather watch on her wrist.

Still working quickly, Taylor bent down again, coming up this time with a bright red ball gag, complete with two metal rings bracing its brown leather strap. She held the back of Jenny’s head with one hand, using the other to force the ball in to her mouth.

“Mmmn…” Jenny was still in shock, not sure how to respond to this spontaneous gesture of… love.

Flipping Jenny’s dark hair out of the way, Taylor began to buckle the strap as tightly as it would go. “I was going to wait until later to show you my new things,” she whispered, “but I couldn’t help myself. I hope you’re alright with that.”

It didn’t really matter what Jenny thought, though. Make too much noise, and they would be in big trouble. Say nothing, and, well, she would get something out of it, she supposed. She had calmed down a bit, though that didn’t stop her from squirming around, softly grunting on occasion.

“You are just too cute, you know that?” Now finished with the gag, Taylor gave Jenny a quick pat on the bum before taking a wide stance behind her. The captor’s boot heels dug in to the soft carpeted floor. Resting her head on her lover’s right shoulder, she used her left hand to fondle Jenny’s breast on that side. Her right hand wrapped around the front, working its way down Jenny’s shorts, where she began a gentle massage. Despite the loving embrace, it was still quite firm. Jenny started to feel the body heat, and a light breath on her neck.

The two had a history of playing rough with each other. It was an unspoken agreement that both seemed to understand perfectly. Each time they practiced bondage, one would play the captor and the other the captive. Taylor was stronger than Jenny, so she usually filled the former role, though the occasional switch-up did occur. Nothing was ever discussed beforehand; each encounter developing spontaneously and organically, which kept things more exciting and enjoyable. This time however, was notable, as it was their first in a public space.

A key aspect of their ritual was the struggle. Despite the consensual, loving intent behind their actions, any casual observer (and there weren’t any, usually) would likely interpret the situation as a kidnapping, or sexual assault. These girls were a different breed, though. The captive always derived great pleasure from attempting to escape; wiggling, straining, trying to find a weak link in her bonds. The captor enjoyed the restraining, kissing, and groping, doing her best to have her way. There was, of course, always a chance for the tables to turn, the roles reversing in an unexpected (yet sexy) twist. This had never happened before, and it seemed unlikely that that would change today.

Still holding fast, Taylor started working with greater intensity. As her hand explored the breast, her ring gently grazed Jenny’s nipple though the tank top. This tiny bump in an otherwise smooth caress gave Jenny a pleasurable jolt.

“Nggh! Mmm…” Jenny tried her best to stay quiet. She couldn’t deny how sweet this was, despite the risk involved. Easy listening music could be heard faintly from the store’s PA system; footsteps littered the walkways nearby; muted conversations were held between customers and employees. This was so sexy, but so stupid, so dangerous! What on Earth would prompt something this bold?

As if reading her mind, Taylor spoke softly. “Listen, I know you’ve been trying some new things out with your look lately. Believe me when I say this -- you are incredibly hot. You’ve never looked better. The contacts, too -- I think you pull that off really nicely.”

This session had lasted at least 15 minutes so far, by Jenny’s count. She was beginning to lose herself in the pleasure, her struggles weakening, but the sudden kind words from Taylor made her blush even harder somehow. She knew her partner well enough to know what was coming now.

“But, I just want you to know, you don’t need to do those things if you don’t really want to. I’m with you because I love you as a person, first and foremost. I enjoy spending my time with you. All this fooling around“ --she gave Jenny’s breast a squeeze-- “the equipment, the outfits, whatever; all of it is secondary to you yourself. So if you want to try something different, that’s awesome, and I’ll support you. But if you never changed a thing about yourself, I would still feel the same way about you.”

She slowed her movements as she exhaled quietly, a weight now lifted off her chest. Jenny was overcome with a mix of stimulation, physical and now emotional. She had always admired Taylor’s integrity, her willingness to say what needed to be said. She only spoke the truth, making her easy to depend on for advice and care in tough times. But this, this was unexpected. This strange combination of emotional outpour and risky bondage play had thrown her off guard. She would have many questions once they got back home, but for now…

Taylor had begun to kiss Jenny’s neck in different spots. The affection was extreme, and no doubt linked to her recently expressed feelings. Jenny started to wonder how long they could keep this up, when a familiar voice snapped the lovers back to reality.

“Excuse me miss, but you’ve been in there for quite some time now. Do you need any help?” The clerk inquired from behind the curtain.

Wide-eyed, the girls stared at each other, wondering what to do. Taylor, recovering quickly, paused her groping, and called out in reply. “We-- I-I’m doing alright, thanks! I just brought in so much with me, I really have my hands full!”

As she finished her sentence, she squeezed and twisted Jenny’s nipple between her thumb and index finger, as if by reflex. Instantly, her expression turned to regret and fear.

“MMMMmmmMMMMMMmmhhh!” The climax could be heard throughout the whole floor. You could describe Jenny as "sensitive", though to be fair, Taylor (who had been groping her for a while at this point) excelled at what she did.

A year’s worth of stress compounded in to the next three seconds, with Taylor suddenly wondering why she had chosen this particular locale. Jenny was sweating, relief washed over her face; her heavy breathing the only sound to be heard.

The curtain was yanked back. Taylor instinctively spun around, still holding Jenny with the same grip, to face the opening. A strange sight to see, it was surely. She met the clerk’s gaze with a worried expression, Jenny now mirroring her.

The clerk stared back, mouth agape. These three seconds felt even longer. When you sign up to work in a department store, this is close to the last thing you’d ever expect to see. She nearly fainted. Giving her head a quick shake, she rushed to close the curtain, and hurried away in silent disbelief. The customers that had also been staring tried with some difficulty to resume their routine shopping, though it couldn’t be helped that some interesting conversations were likely to make their way to several dinner tables that evening.

Her hands still frozen in place, Taylor sighed and nestled her chin in to the crook of Jenny’s neck even deeper, looking up to see her face now lightly covered in sweat; a little drool dripping down her chin.

“Hey… Jen?”

“Mmmh?”

“…I don’t think we can shop here anymore.”

“Nnnh.”

“Love you.”
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A stellar commission by the amazing really got me inspired to write this little story to help flesh out my characters a bit more. If you like it, great! If you find it cringy, I get it, I really do. Something like this is definitely out of my comfort zone when it comes to writing, and I fully acknowledge that this work is clearly "written by a guy", but at the same time I found it kind of liberating to write. I think it helps to be honest with yourself about the feelings you have, or wish you could experience, even if the way you do that is by projecting them on to characters in a story. At least, it's better than keeping them bottled up inside, I think.

Anyway, this is my favourite commission to this point by far. I'm really happy with how it came out. Thank you again to . Please check out his other work if you're a fan of this style!

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