It's Just A Butterfly Clip

When Casey was thirteen her friends had dared her to go into the mall and steal something. At first, it didn't seem that big of a deal, until her friends picked out the store. Fantasy Palace, it was the only store that was hidden way into the back of the mall with their walls covered up with shelves. Women often mistake for a toy store, from the castle appearance on the outside. But Casey and her friends knew that it was an adult store, especially from how the men clamored out with gleeful expressions on their faces. Anything, she could steal anything, big or small, and the dare would be completed.

Casey hesitated at first, but then she zoomed inside, hiding behind a stack of lubricants. "Hey kid, what the hell do you think you're doin' in here? GET OUT, before I call for security!" Casey ran out, her prize still clutched beneath her shirt. All her friends were amazed that she had gone through with the stunt, but were disappointed with what she nicked. It looked like a remote controlled butterfly that she had stolen off the display tables. Her friends all thought that it was a gag novelty item, but Casey knew better. Why would anyone put a toy in a porno shop anyways?

When she snuck it home, she waited for her mother to be busy taking Lizzie to her next sporting event so she could figure out how it worked. The clip on the bottom of the tiny gadget seemed too small for someone's nipples, so it had to go somewhere else. But where? With a lock of the door and a drop of her pants she pushed her panties aside and attached the clip to her slightly swollen nub. For a brief second it stung as if someone had pinched her there. But as she turned the controls on low she leaned back in a bliss. The clips vibrated on her bud, and the wings flitted on her labia, sending cool chills up her spine. And within moments she felt her nectar spill out and drip all the way down to her buttocks.

Ben-Wa Balls

Casey found it much easier to grow into her fetishes as time passed, and she became friends with one of the managers of the stores. They loved it when she came in to look at the newest of creations. Most of them ogled her in wonder, making her even more pleased that she sent them into horniness or at the very least discomfort. "Hey Miss Case I thought you already bought your supply for this month?" "I did, but I want something, for those in between school hours. Something that no one would really notice." The man nodded and took her to a stand with balls chained together. "What are they?" "Ben Wa Balls, it vibrated inside your preferred…crevice if you will. And ones that are in plastic or ivory are usually undetectable." She stared, becoming more intrigued at the little wonders of the object. Then she took a pair and discreetly exited the store. She carried it upstairs and hid it in her safe vault that was hidden beneath stacks of sneakers and albums in her closet. Casey decided to try the balls on Monday, and she felt her hole widening at the intrusion of the balls. She licked her lips and groaned softly. And as she walked down the stairs she could feel the vibrations contracting within her walls. Marti was the one who took notice of her constant squirming. "What's wrong Casey? Do you got a wedgie?" Nearly everyone at the table choked on their breakfast from with hilarity or shock of the topic. But Casey maintained her small smile, her eyes glazed over from the balls clacking together inside her.

Grope Suits

Within the month, and three hundred dollars later her favorite store had gotten her newest craving that she had found on the internet. A grope suit. It was shipped all the way from Scandinavia, and it's use was it was supposed to keep the occupant in constant ecstasy. When she first saw it she thought it looked like a spandex rubber jumpsuit used to scuba dive or hop through laser beams. It took Casey a long while to just get the thing on her, but it was worth it. It had a G string with a rubber phallic plug that fit tightly into her. And it had a roughened knob that fit over her nub, it had small teeth that clung around her nipples, and every time she moved stretched the suit, and that caused everything to tighten around her, making her come within steps of her room.

Shower Massager

Her mother who was under a lot of strain at work finally broke down and bought a shower massager for her back. But Casey found better uses for it. She usually waited til everyone was out of the house, and then was able to lounge back into the tub letting the water beat across her skin at first pinching her nipples, making them stand on end. Then she would trail down across her stomach til she could spread her lips apart exposing her clit fully, making her bite on her lip enough to draw blood, til she tightened up inside and exploded enough to make her scream. The orgasms always came in bundles and it left her dizzy and out of breath. But what frightened her was the shower curtain being wrenched open. And she instinctively tried to cover herself. "I heard a scream, I thought you were hurt, I guess I was wrong."