Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

BDSM: My Wife's Submission EP15

As we continued our walk through the mall, I handed the bag to Tina and said, "these are for your collars slut. This way you'll know which one belongs to which."

A slight blush colored her cheeks as she took the bag. "Thank you Sir."

At the end of the next hallway we found ourselves at the entrance to one of the large department stores. Heading in, we made our way over to the swim suit section. I was pleased to see that it was quite busy in this area of the store as we began browsing the swimsuit racks.

Turning to my wife I asked, "I want you to pick out some styles of bikinis for Debbie that you think I will enjoy seeing her in. I want them to leave very little to the imagination," I added as she began to turn away.

After several minutes of rifling through the racks, my wife began to hold up potential suits to me. After selecting several promising ones, I asked Tina, "are these suits her size?" "Yes Sir."

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for smaller sizes, we made our way over to the changing rooms so that Debbie could try them on for me. I purposely selected the changing room closest to the entrance, ensuring that the maximum amount of traffic would pass by her curtain as well as the fact that it was also in view of the main area of the swimsuit section. Once Debbie was inside of the cubicle, I handed her the first suit and directed her to put it on. As I closed the curtain behind her, I purposely left it open a small gap so that

had seen and he stopped dead in his tracks. He then took several paces back until he was once again standing in front of her curtain and had an unencumbered view of Debbie's nakedness. She was just in the act of stepping into the bottom portion of the bathing suit when she caught the movement out of the corner of her eye and glanced up in shock at the stranger watching her dress. Turning a deep shade of red she hastily finished pulling on the bottoms and quickly reached for the too-small bikini top. When she had finally fastened the top, she opened the curtain the rest of the way and stepped out of her cubicle. Rising from the chairs my wife and I had been sitting in, I motioned for her to follow me out into the main

do you think? Do you think

off of her, he hesitantly replied, "uh...

you think about the top? Does it show enough nipple or should we look for a smaller one?" His reply was similar to the first fellow. "Alright, lets head back into the dressing room and try on another one then," I announced to no one in particular. When Debbie was back in her cubicle, I handed her

view as Debbie stripped out of the first bikini and stepped into the second. When she stepped out for the second time, her face was again a deep blush of red, but her nipples remained hard as rocks and I could begin to see the slightest bit of dampness in the crotch of her bikini bottom. Motioning again to the mirrors, I had Debbie repeat the process from earlier. With her hands on top of her head, she rotated slowly around giving the gathering crowd a great view. By now several more men had joined our group and even several high school girls as well. The top of this suit again barely covered her nipples and looked like they might fall out at any moment. Her bottoms were not much better. The material was again creeping into her slit which was now becoming more noticeably damp as she turned

good look at Debbie as she stripped naked and then squeezed into the final suit. I had purposely saved this one for last as the material on top was not much larger than a postage stamp and the bottoms were literally as big

in her eyes. "Place your hands on top of your head and then turn around slowly." As she reached up to place her hands on top of her head, the material stretched tight across her nipples straining

"keep your hands on your head and continue turning around slowly." Blushing a deeper shade of red which had worked its way down to her shoulders, she did as ordered. I could see my wife licking her lips with a grin on her face as she enjoyed Debbie's humiliation. I began to invite comments

said, "make her bend over and touch