[door] [1991] Door to Door Saleswoman [FF bdsm nc]
Door to Door Saleswoman, by Rajah Dodger
<rdodger@hotmail.com>, Copyright (c) 1991. All rights reserved,
except that electronic not-for-profit reproduction rights only
are explicitly granted with the stipulation that this authorship
and permission note must remain attached.
Word Count: 1697
Kelli was doing her ironing and taking care of the usual
garbage housework Monday morning, decked out in her sweatshirt
and loose jeans with her hair still damp from the shower. Maury
Povich was on the TV talking about women married to serial
rapists, and the house was just starting to warm up after the
last night's freeze when the doorbell rang.
Kelli looked through the peephole and saw a professionally
dressed woman carrying a sample case. She opened the door and
asked what the woman was selling. "My name's Martha Howard, and
I'm with 'My Special Wardrobe'," the woman began. "I'd like to
show you this year's catalog of fine affordable hosiery and
lingerie for the woman without time to shop for herself." The
woman reached into her inside jacket pocket to hand Kelli her
business card, and flashed her a view of a color catalog.
Kelli opened the door and ushered the saleswoman into her
living room. "You'll have to excuse me, I've been working..." she
started. "Don't feel any need to apologize," Martha responded,
"if you had time to keep a meticulous house you wouldn't need our
services." With that, Martha pulled out a catalog and laid it on
the coffee table, then opened her sample case and pulled out a
lined nightgown. "You're about a nine, right?" she asked. Kelli
blushed and allowed as how she was closer to a ten. The
saleswoman grinned, saying, "Well, these cover a range of sizes.
Let me show you this one." And with that, to Kelli's surprise,
the woman stood up to take off her jacket and blouse, revealing a
black lacy bra and tap pants, and pulled the nightgown over her
head. "Feel the material," she continued with no break, "it's a
new development that combines the feel of silk with the wearing
properties of a nylon blend." Kelli took the hem of the
nightgown between her fingers and rubbed it, agreeing that it did
feel nice.
Martha started to take off the nightgown, her voice somewhat
muffled through the material as she said "Go ahead and try this
one on -- we do have them in a wide variety of colors to suit
your preference." Kelli was a little embarrassed, but since the
saleswoman was so nonchalant about changing in front of her, she
decided it must be part of her normal routine. So Kelli tugged
the bottom of her sweatshirt out of her pants and pulled it over
her head to remove it.
At that point, Martha palmed Kelli's breasts through her
bra. Kelli shrieked as the woman's knowing fingers found her
sensitive nipples, but the heavy sweatshirt muffled her voice.
Before she could uncover her head, Martha had turned her around
and bound her arms behind her back. Then, as Kelli started
cursing her out, she tugged the sweatshirt away from Kelli's face
-- only long enough to put something rubbery into Kelli's mouth.
The device was an inflatable plug, and Kelli could hear the
woman squeezing the bulb as the infernal thing filled her mouth
with the acrid taste of rubber, stretching her jaws wide to hold
it in place. That done, the woman released the sweatshirt, once
again muffling the helpless housewife's curses. She removed
Kelli's bra and wrapped a different one around her, one with
cutouts where Kelli's nipples were. Kelli felt the draft from
the air conditioner playing over them, and the saleswoman nodded
knowingly as they perked up like two ripe raspberries. She ran a
feather over them, and Kelli moaned around her gag as she felt
her legs grow weak.
Martha piped up as she watched Kelli squirm, "Let's see what
we've got under those jeans!" Kelli tried to kick, but the
saleswoman was stronger and she soon had Kelli's faded denims
sliding down her legs, revealing her drab panties. As the woman
tugged the jeans around Kelli's ankles, the squirming woman sent
a vicious knee in the direction of her tormentor's face. But she
wasn't quite on target, and Martha's voice turned cold in
response. "You're not being a very good model, my dear --
perhaps you need a little... motivation." With that, she took a
spreader bar from her sample case and locked it between Kelli's
knees, holding them open and vulnerable.
Kelli felt the cold steel of a knife touch her thighs, and
she willed herself into total stillness. She heard more than
felt her panties ripped open, and as the air washed over her
bared pussy her wet thatch of hair testified to her arousal. "I
think you need to try our special accessories," Martha continued,
and she probed Kelli's pussy with a long finger. She removed her
finger and replaced it with a thin dildo, warm and slick, pushing
it deep inside Kelli as the girl squirmed on the couch, wanting
to repel the invader but unable to keep it out. Just as Kelli
couldn't keep Martha's fingers off her nipples, or hide her
response as the woman plucked at them and made them hard, deep
red and sensitive. Kelli moaned as the woman moved the dildo in
and out until she came, breaking into a cold sweat and slumping
back onto the sofa.
While she was out of action, Martha removed the spreader bar
long enough to slide a g-string up Kelli's legs. She re-attached
the bar and cinched the g-string tight over the base of the
dildo, then untied Kelli's arms and pulled the sweatshirt
completely off her. She took out the mouth plug, but before
Kelli could enjoy the relief from the strain it was replaced by a
bridle and bit which the woman squeezed savagely between Kelli's
jaws. "Let's play horsey!" she said, tugging Kelli off the sofa
and sitting on her back. The housewife struggled to carry the
saleswoman, who kept reaching down to alternately pinch her tits
and slap her ass. Because of the spreader bar, Kelli could only
move in small jerky paces, while the dildo rubbed her maddeningly
inside every time she moved. By the time they got into the
kitchen she was a mass of quivering flesh and rubber muscles.
When her tormentor got up to get a drink from the refrigerator,
Kelli found enough strength to stumble to her feet and do a full
body slam, knocking the woman's head against the refrigerator
hard enough to knock her out.
Kelli caught her breath shakily, then went to the closet and
found some strapping tape. She tied Martha's arms tightly
together behind her back, and started to rip the woman's bra off
but changed her mind. She looked for the gag the woman had used
on her, coated it with hot mustard from the refrigerator, and set
it aside while she figured out how to get the spreader bar off
her legs. That done, she started to take out the dildo, but as
she tugged the thick object out of her vagina, the sensations
were so intense that she had to close her eyes and thrust it back
in and out, rubbing her clit until she came again.
When Kelli was able to catch her breath, she pulled the
slimy object out of her with a quick shuddering gasp and set it
aside. Martha was starting to come around, so Kelli pushed the
mustard-coated gag into her mouth and sealed it with some of the
strapping tape. She smiled coldly as a thought occurred to her.
"Don't go away now," she muttered to the dazed woman. Kelli
rummaged in the bathroom until she found what she was looking for
-- an old tube of Ben-Gay. She squeezed some of the heating
ointment onto her fingers and then slipped her hands into the
saleswoman's bra cups, squeezing the woman's tits to and fro as
she worked the stuff in. She stood back and watched as the
ointment took effect. Martha began writhing on the floor,
muffled curses and moans coming from behind the gag. Kelli
watched the sweat pop out on the woman's forehead and reached out
with one foot to rub Martha's tits, making her squirm more. "Is
this enough motivation for you?" Kelli snarled.
Kelli tugged her G-string off, and squatted over Martha.
"Do something nice for me, and maybe I'll cool off those tits of
yours," she said. She reached down and peeled the strapping tape
off of the saleswoman's mouth, the gag coming with it.
"Guuhhgg..." was Martha's unintelligible reply. "I'll take that
as a yes," said Kelli, and settled down over the woman's nose and
mouth. Quickly she felt a tongue probing around between her legs,
searching her private places until it found its way to her vagina
and clit. "Gee, seems like you've done this before," the young
woman commented as she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation.
She rocked back and forth as the probing tongue brought her
around to a shivering orgasm, then got up and went back to the
refrigerator. She came back with a jar of honey, and took off
the woman's bra. Her breasts were large with bright red, raw-
looking nipples. Kelli rubbed the cold honey all over the
breasts, pushing the nipples in with her thumbs as Martha
shuddered and moaned beneath her. Kelli slapped them
experimentally, enjoying the way they looked when they quivered.
"Your arms must be hurting, lying on them like that," she
said. So she rolled Martha over onto her stomach, then after
another thought found the spreader bar and fastened it between
Martha's legs. The saleswoman started to complain, but subsided
quickly when Kelli waved the gag in front of her. Kelli helped
Martha up, wobbling a little on her feet, and half-walked, half-
pushed her toward the clothes closet in the living room. She
took some twine from the closet floor, and fastened Martha's arms
to the closet bar, then stuffed the gag back into her mouth and
shut the door.
Kelli went over to the phone and started to dial her
neighbor's number. "Peggy," she said when the call was answered,
"do you have time to come over for a while? I've got a
saleswoman here who has the most *interesting* things to show..."
/end/ (c) 1991 Rajah Dodger (c) All Rights Reserved