Maybe it was obvious what I was into by my purchases.

I was buying rope, clothespins and rubber gloves. Perhaps to the average person, the items simply indicated I was on a cleaning spree. But the clerk kept eyeing me as she rang up my order. I suppose I didn’t look like the type of woman to hang her own laundry.

“Not that many people buy clothespins,” she said knowingly. Her blue eyes were boring into me.

“Is that right?” I responded nonchalantly.

She ogled my outfit. Unlike most of the customers at the hardware store, I wasn’t wearing jeans or plaid. I had on leather pants and a black tank top under a black leather vest.

As she handed me my change, she leaned closer to ask, “What are you buying these for?”

I looked at her name tag, winked at her and handed over a card with my cell number.

“Call me if you want to know, Erin,” I said. “My name’s Liz, and I’d love to show you.”

The truth was that I’d simply decided my kinky closet needed some new supplies. I hadn’t expected a comely brunette to be part of the bargain. But what a bonus!

By the time I’d returned home, she’d already left me a text. I responded with my address and a time, and then I went about setting up my bondage-themed bedroom. It’s not a dungeon. It’s more lavish than that, with plenty of velvet and purple. I was almost whistling to myself as I worked. The day had simply been about errands when I’d started. Suddenly, it became all about Erin.

When she arrived, I was all set. I still had on my leathers, and I was ready to play. She, however, seemed slightly nervous. I let her into my apartment, and I took in the fact that she’d changed her clothes, perhaps dressing to impress. She now wore a short black skirt and a tight red T-shirt. The outfit looked fine, but I was far more interested in seeing her naked.

“So you’re into women,” I said.

“Obviously — and leather,” she answered, running a hand along my thigh, “and being tied down.”

“You’ve been bound before?”

She nodded, and then licked her lips and said, “Once. Only once. And I never got it out of my system.”

Why would you want to? I thought, and then I brought her to my bedroom. She sucked in her breath when she saw all of my playthings.

Then she asked: “Why a home-improvement store? Why wouldn’t you go to one of those…those sexy stores?”

I shrugged as I led her to the mattress. “I like the feel of real hardware,” I said, indicating the eyebolts screwed into my wall.

“Hardware and soft women?” she queried with a grin. She whipped off her shirt and shimmied out of her skirt.

I had her bound to my bed with my new rope in no time flat.

“Were you shopping for someone special?” she asked as I worked.

“Yes — but I hadn’t met her until I got to the register.”

“What’s next then?”

“The clothespins.”

“Where?”

“Where do you think?”

She bit her lip and gave me the most innocent, wide-eyed expression. But I wasn’t buying it. I could tell this girl had an adventurous streak to rival my own, and even if she hadn’t put all of her kinky thoughts into action, she’d clearly had a lot of those thoughts.

How lucky I’d been to walk into that store and find her. Kindred spirits, we were.

She arched her back, and I pinched her nipples before attaching an old-fashioned clothespin to each. She made a sound under her breath that was like a moan meeting a groan that faded into a hum.

I tugged gently on the clips, and the hum grew in volume. I wanted to turn her dials even higher.

“You don’t get to come until I give you permission,” I said. “Do you understand?”

She nodded.

I pressed my thumb against her clit, and she tried to raise her hips off the sheets. I slid on the rubber gloves, and her eyes grew wide with longing. I began to work her clit once more, rubbing it with tight, firm circles. Those beautiful lashes of hers fluttered, her eyes shut tight, and she went still. I wondered if she knew I was going to win this round. I’m exceptionally good at making women climax. I used her own wetness to lubricate my fingers. Then I used one hand to play with her pussy and the other to tickle her asshole.

She wriggled as much as she could, given the ropes binding her to the bed. My thumb pressed into her rear hole, and she whimpered, “Oh, yes. Please. Do that.”

“What?” I asked, cruelly stopping.

I knew what was making her squirm and what she wanted. But I needed to hear her tell me.

“Touch my asshole. Fuck my asshole with your thumb.”

I did so more forcefully, never stopping the way I was petting her pussy and stimulating her clit. When she ultimately came, she seemed to vibrate all over with pleasure. It was a moment of pure beauty, her movements on the bed were like art to me.

I carefully removed the clothespins from her nipples, and I kissed and licked each nub. She was demolished, completely gone from the power of her orgasm…or so I’d thought.

As soon as I had untied her, she lifted the rope in her hands and looked at me with a question bright in her blue eyes.

“Your turn?”

I shot her a smile right back, and we switched places.

“But afterward, I’m going to punish you for coming without permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” the vixen replied with a wicked smile and a sassy wink.

Sometimes you meet someone who will fulfill your fantasies while you fulfill hers. And sometimes that connection occurs where you least expect it — like in the local hardware store!

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