Roxy Music · Part 1 (1/2)
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Dawn stepped off the train, checked the time on her Fitbit and set off at a hurry. Dawn hated being late and thanks to the trains running with their typical levels of punctuality, she would now have to hurry to make her 11.00am appointment.
At 5ft 9 inches, even without the extra height the heels provided from her boots, she cut an imposing figure. The crowd milling on the platform parted for her as if she were Moses and they were the red sea as she hastily made her way through the station. The tails of her long coat snapped angrily behind her, echoing her own irritation at being delayed, and the click of her boot heels provided a staccato accompaniment that alerted the people in the crowd to the approaching woman bearing down on them.
All moved out of the way, and several turned to watch as she strode past, admiring her figure-hugging black jeans with extra rivets up the side and a tight-fitting black t-shirt that accentuated her breasts. In a nod to the professional nature of the appointment, she had chosen glasses today over contact lenses, and she wore her hair up in a high ponytail. The cumulative effect of her boots, attire and attitude caused several men who stared too long to get an elbow in the ribs and more than a few stern words from their wives.
Emerging from the station, Dawn took a deep breath of fresh air and momentarily enjoyed the cool breeze, a welcome relief after the oppressive heat of the station and the masses within. The exhibition center which was her goal was only a short walk away, and she began to form the structure of the interview that she was to be conducting. Her appointment was with Mitzi Green, the Head of Marketing for a new company called Roxy Equipment Ltd. The company made BDSM equipment, and had recently shot to fame when some of their sex toys were used in a popular show on Netflix.
Dawn's interest was mostly professional, although she was interested to see some of the toys up close. By trade she was a psychologist and wrote articles and recorded podcasts for a global psychology publication. Her purpose today was to discuss the psychology of BDSM, and more specifically how the company had applied this to an enormously successful ad campaign that appealed to housewives and hardened Dommes alike.
Arriving at the exhibition centre, Dawn announced herself to the receptionist who bade her take a seat and offered her a coffee. With a curt nod Dawn accepted a latte and glanced again at her Fitbit. The time was 11.02, and she fumed slightly at her unintentional tardiness.
After a few moments, Mitzi appeared in the doorway. Her bleach-blonde hair was cut in a graduated bob, and her outfit was a study in purple latex. From neck to ankle, she gleamed as she moved towards Dawn and offered a hand, which Dawn accepted.
"Dawn I assume?" she purred, "I'm Mitzi."
"Pleased to meet you and thank you for giving me some of your time today," Dawn responded courteously. She stood and together they walked into the main exhibition center. Roxy was holding an expo here that afternoon, and hundreds of people would pass through here for the event.
"We expect to make more sales today than we have in the last quarter," explained Mitzi as they walked past the various stalls. Each stand was manned by a latex-clad model, garbed in a similar fashion to Mitzi although the latex outfits varied in cut and colour. None however, Dawn noted, wore purple other than Mitzi.
Dawn admired the stalls as she passed. The items on show ranged from the kind of accessories she expected to see, such as blindfolds and ball gags, to some things that she didn't recognize at all. At the back of the exhibition hall were several stands that were given over entirely to Roxy's flagship model: the S-space wand.
"We've sold more of these since we hit Netflix than we ever dreamed," elaborated Mitzi. "We saw a gap in the market and pitched all our marketing efforts to women who were tired of their husband's lackluster attention. Armed with an S-space wand, any man with a little imagination can give their wives what they long for."
This was of course the premise of the Netflix show, a reality show where couples would receive counselling to rekindle the missing spark in their sex lives. Unsurprisingly, as Roxy sponsored the show, the use of Roxy products was almost always the prescribed cure.
"Follow me please Dawn, we have a room we can use at the back of the hall." She followed Mitzi towards a black door with no windows, and noted a sign that read, "Demonstration Area, Members Only". Mitzi swiped her access card through the reader mounted on the doorframe, and the pair stepped into the room behind.
Dawn stifled a gasp of surprise. She had never seen a working dungeon before, but she knew of their existence of course. Far from being the dirty, seedy environment she had imagined, this place bristled with all sorts of shiny new toys and equipment. Surrounding the walls were a variety of metal frames and a couple of St. Andrew's Crosses, each with cuffs dangling invitingly from their mountings. The walls were adorned with a variety of Roxy products, many of which Dawn recognized from the stands in the main hall.
"Some of our more exclusive members like to test the merchandise here," explained Mitzi, gesturing with her arm at the surrounding equipment. "Most of our sales team out there are trained in using the equipment here to help make a sale."
Dawn's mind drifted as she perused the range of toys, floggers and other instruments of pleasure and pain. She had often fantasized about having such things used on her but had never met a partner adventurous enough to try.
Mitzi cut across her daydreams. " Shall we move onto the interview?" she asked. "I appreciate this isn't your typical interview environment, but we are using the offices as changing rooms for the staff. I thought you would be more… comfortable here."
Unnoticed by Dawn, Mitzi's eyes contained a glint of mischief as she watched Dawn take off her coat and take a seat on the edge of what Mitzi knew to be a birching bench. Dawn pulled out a purple notepad and pen, and focused her attention on Mitzi standing before her.
“So,” Dawn began, “The Roxy S-space wand is now a household name. How much of that is associated with Netflix?”
“Well, Netflix certainly helped us. However, the product speaks for itself really. Netflix just helped us reach a wider audience.”
“Undeniably true,” Dawn nodded, “but what interests me for the purpose of my podcast is the why? Thousands of what you would class as “vanilla” housewives are now buying your wands as well as other BDSM accessories. I’m curious if you are taking advantage of any specific consumer psychology or social manipulation in your advertising model?”
Mitzi leaned back and smiled to herself. “Again, it’s really the products that sell themselves, we are not consciously ‘manipulating’ anyone.”
“Let me ask you a question,” posed Mitzi, resting a finger on her chin. “Have you ever tried one of our wands? I feel if you had, you would pursue a different tack in this interview.”
“I haven't,” Dawn responded. “I would like to, but I’m not sure how that would influence this interview?”
“Herein lies the problem,” replied Mitzi. She was leaning forwards now, looking at Dawn intensely. “If you had, you would realize that all your questions are most likely pointless.”
“Pointless! Fine. If you give me a goody bag to take home like you do with most journalists, I will absolutely give it a try.”
Mitzi, adopted a contrite expression. “Alas, we have no freebies today. You are welcome to try one now however…?”
This was of course the exact situation Mitzi was hoping for, and as she observed Dawn looking thoughtfully at the rack of multi-coloured wands on the wall behind her, she thought that just one little push would be enough.
“The majority of people I give interviews to haven't tried our products, it is quite irritating.” She stood as if to leave the room and conclude the interview with an air of annoyance.
“Wait,” said Dawn. She had read several interviews that Mitzi had given previously, and she had noted they lacked the passion with which she typically spoke about Roxy products at times. This could give her quite a unique insight for her podcast. “Very well, will you show me how it works please?”
Mitzi smiled to herself. You’re mine now, she thought to herself.
“Very well, happy to oblige,” said Mitzi. “Step over here please, that’s it. The wands are actually best when used in conjunction with a few other accessories – all sold separately of course!”
“This is called an O-frame. Would you like to give it a try? It helps mount the wand in the correct position.”
Dawn examined the contraption in front of her. It was a black metal frame, and the shape followed the outline of a human body if viewed from the front, as if someone had drawn around a person lying on the floor with a crayon. The frame had several brackets to the sides that she assumed were for restraints, and one very prominent arm at the front mounted at mid-height that was obviously for the wand. The base was securely bolted to the floor, and other metal brackets and runners were attached to the floor and the base of the frame.
Mitzi walked around the frame confidently. “This is one of our less popular items, mainly because most households don’t have a way of mounting them to the floor in their houses. We hope however that sales will pick up today….”
I assume you won’t be using any of the other accessories as well?” asked Dawn. Mitzi tried to read the tone in Dawn’s voice, was that nervousness, excitement? Well, worth a shot… Mitzi thought.
“To get the best experience from this, it is advised that we use a couple of things, just to keep you in place,” she replied nonchalantly, holding up a hand and glancing at her fingernails. “When you use the wand for the first time, you do tend to get a bit….wriggly. For safety reasons, it is best we use at least a couple.”
Dawn mulled this over, seeing the sense in what Mitzi had said, but also because she was curious to be cuffed to the frame and see what it felt like. Doing that with someone who clearly knew how to use the kit seemed like as good an opportunity as any.
“Very well, where do you want me?”
“We’ll soon get you strapped in,” said Mitzi, walking to the nearest wall and picking up a set of cuffs, “but would you mind taking your jeans off please? We would like to sell this unit, and the very lovely-looking rivets on your jeans are likely to scratch the paint.”
If there was a moment Dawn was going to smell a rat, Mitzi thought it would be now, but to her surprise Dawn took her boots off, stripped out of her jeans and tossed her t-shirt after them. Well, thought Mitzi speculatively, well, well well…
Dawn stepped up to the frame with a confidence she didn’t entirely feel and took her place inside the frame. It was a good fit to her body, and Mitzi noted that no adjustment would be needed to make the frame fit. Stepping to the front, MItzi used the cuffs to attach Dawn’s wrists to the frame. Each cuff attached directly to the metal framework, so there was very little give or wriggle room. She tightened each one, then reached into her pocket and unbeknownst to Dawn, attached a small padlock through the buckle of each cuff.
Mitzi walked quickly over to the wall with the mutli-coloured wands and selected a purple one. Turning, Mitzi allowed some of her Domme persona to emerge and gave Dawn a stare. She was pleased to see Dawn give a small quiver, which she decided to interpret as excitement. She decided correctly as it turns out, Dawn was most definitely feeling the effects of even just the two cuffs.
Mitzi attached the wand to the frame and moved the head of the wand to within an inch of Dawn’s pussy. “It will be nicer with these off…?” Mitzi asked softly, motioning to Dawn’s underwear. Dawn nodded hastily, and Mitzi carefully pulled them down and over her ankles. “You will also need some lube,” Mitzi explained. “This model is quite powerful, and it can get a little warm.” Without waiting for a response, MItzi took a handful of lube from a nearby dispenser and rubbed it over Dawn’s labia and her clit. She’s already wet, she noted to herself. Good.
“Are you ready?” asked Mitzi, and she pushed the wand into place and flicked a small lever into place on the frame to lock in to position snuggly against Dawn’s clit. Looking straight in Dawn’s eyes as she did so, Mitzi switched on the wand. Dawn’s mind went into freefall.
“Oh my, what the…?” she started to say, but she could feel herself beginning to melt. The feeling was intense and relentless, it was like the wand reached around the usual, gradual feelings of arousal and leading up to an orgasm and went straight there. No moment of let-up, no ebb and flow, just constant pleasure.
“This is the medium setting,” Mitzi explained, “it has two more settings above this one but for now this setting will be fine.” Dawn was beginning to writhe against the head of the wand, her eyes closed as she began to lose herself in that moment.
“I think for safety purposes, you may need a few more restraints. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself…” Mitzi collected several more cuffs and began to attach them to various points of the frame. She added two more to each arm at the elbow and shoulder and then proceeded to cuff Dawn’s legs to the side of the frame. This action finally pushed Dawn over the edge, as Mitzi pulled Dawn’s legs to the sides of the frame, her clit was held completely in place against the wand. The orgasm that had been threatening since the wand had been turned on simply appeared in no time at all.
She felt her tummy and her vaginal muscles beginning to clench involuntarily against the constant stimulation of the wand, and she came. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced with a toy by some degree, and it seemed to last for an age. As her orgasm subsided, Dawn became aware of Mitzi regarding her and smiling.
“You like?” she asked. Dawn could only nod.
Roxy Music · Part 1 (1/2)
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