There are stores in this world that are not to be believed. Who has not suffered nightmares of getting lost at the world's largest department store, Macy's main branch on 34th Street in New York City;? Who has not got a heart-warming memory of the corner drug store or diner or hangout where we all used to chat and while away our teenage hours. As brenda told me about her idea for a store, I thought she was nuts.

brenda had for months been my devoted slave. She did my bidding eagerly, and often surpassed even the finest expectations that I had of her. Better yet, even while submitting, she was a feisty woman who kept a mind of her own. If she was mine, it was because we together found something exciting that was not there for either of us when left alone. In addition, as long as she respected the silver collar that she has worn steadily since we formalized our relationship, I allowed her room to try new things, new adventures. I owned her heart and her body, but she still had free time to explore and to try new attempts at fulfillment. How, though, was she going to pull off this hair brained scheme?

brenda had always loved our play things. I well remember the first time I whipped her. She howled in pain and pleasure and kept asking for more. If I whipped her bottom, she wanted me to whip longer. If I whipped her back, she wanted to be sure I left welts. If her tits, that I cracked her nipples with the end of the leather thong. Similarly, when I used the spreader bars on her arms and legs, she wanted to be spread wide. I had to use three on her, not the usual one or two. She needed to be spread at thighs, arms and ankles if she was to truly be spread eagle and open to any option this master desired for the girl.

When I blindfolded her, brenda wanted to be sure that not a single beam of light could penetrate her from any angle, no matter how bright. Once, we even tried a sensory deprivation chamber in which she was afloat in salt water heated to body temperature and with just the right mix to support her weight, regardless of how hard she might attempt to sink. It was marvelous watching her, not seeing or feeling anything for minutes on end when I finally used this toy or that. She loved the intensity of the sensations, of the pain that became pleasure.

All those experiences, though, all that love of toys and gadgetry had not prepared me for her innovative idea. She wanted to open a bdsm rental agency. At the agency you could rent any equipment that suited one's fancy, any at all. Special sterilization machines would be owned by the agency to return all rental equipment to its pristine state. Furthermore, if one had no partners, the agency would also have on hand a group of dominants and submissives of both genders, some of Gorean inclinations as well. They would be available to help out to make one's dreams come true for a small fee, a percentage of which would go to brenda.

I warned her that it sounded like prostitution. She told me, though, that we both knew that bdsm does not have to mean sex. She was right, but somehow I was suspicious. After all, would she be one of the group? Might I be? Were we to trust the customers? Anyway, the store opened to larger success than I had thought possible. It seems that there are many out there who like to try before buying. As brenda told one customer, you would not buy a suit without first trying it on. Apparently, it worked. Word of mouth spread the word very quickly. There were days when every piece of rental equipment was gone, and when we had to dig into our toys for sale to meet demand.

Oh yes, business was so good, I had to lend a hand from time to time. I did not mind, I enjoyed the fruits of brenda's joy. She was well read on each piece of equipment, and had gained some real expertise. Our times together were becoming more and more exquisite. I really had to hand it to her, her hair brained scheme was working out fantastically.

Then the inevitable happened. One day a couple walked into the store. They were both submissive and wanted to experience the pleasures that could be theirs with the finest equipment at the hands of a well skilled dom or pair of doms. brenda was definitely submissive, but her experience with me had prepared her to switch if need be. She looked at me for my approval, after she realized that every member of the group except for the two of us was out on assignment. We would have to handle the twosome ourselves.

It was near closing time, so we closed the blinds and flipped the open sign that hung in the store's doorway. Then we bid the two into our back room.

Looking at them, we did not know who should speak first. As brenda's master, perhaps it should have been my role. Still, this was her store. Besides, this was business, and really ought not impinge on the real life that she and I had made. Finally, when brenda winked at me, I remembered that she had some special idea that she had developed for customers alone - the window treatment. Never did I expect it to end up so exquisitely.

Neither brenda nor I said a single word. She looked at the man and I looked at the girl, and with simple waves of our hands pointed both to the back room. The room was not much more than a store room. It had in it all the extra merchandise that had yet to be placed out for sale, but there was nothing open to the naked eye.

"Strip naked!" we both told them.

They eyed each other as a glimmer of fear crept into each of their eyes. They hesitated and in unison brenda and I removed our belts from around our waists. We did not need special whips or cats to ward off hesitation.

"You want to be treated as slaves," I told them both, "then you are to listen and comply fully."

"Yes" he stammered to brenda. She slapped him hard.

"Yes, Mistress is what you meant. Is it not?"

"Yes, Mistress. Your will is mine Mistress"

The girl looked at me and her lips quivered as she did. She did not seem prepared to take the step that she knew she must take, so my belt again cracked against her ass, reddening it fully. She still could not allow herself to speak, and I almost wondered if she was incapable of speech. Then I remembered that it was she who had spoken to brenda in the store itself.

By the time that she had spoken her bottom was good and sore, and her attitude was very compliant to my desires. "Yes, my Master," she would say. "Do with me as you will" she repeated several times.

One must realize that while the store looked closed to anyone looking in from the outside, there was always one part of the store that was lit, the large display window in the front. In that window brenda had arranged a couple of mannequins that demonstrated the equipment we sold and how to use it to greatest, most satisfying advantage. They were great mannequins, but as are most mannequins their skin was of hard plastic. No matter how treated, it would look like plastic. \

Department store mannequins had come a long way over the years, and with make up and proper lighting, appeared very lifelike. That was not true of the mannequins that the store had. It was a shame, also, but one does what one has to do. brenda came over to me and whispered in my ear, "I think we now have our new mannequins"

A large smile leapt to my lips as I realized what brenda had in mind. The couple was completely compliant, and would do anything that brenda or I ever suggested. Still, could we pull this off? I was not sure. If anyone caught us or got wind of what was about to happen in the storefront window, we would be charged and found to be as guilty as could be by the local courts, widely known for their prudish outlook on life. The expectation on her face told me it was worth the risk. Besides, it was brenda's store.

She faced them and said, "We hope you have no plans to go anywhere tonight, or even for the next few days."

"Yes, Master" she said. "Yes, Mistress" said he.

"Yes, what?" I asked. brenda and I both realized that compliance was one thing, but real lives do exist out there, and if the couple would be missed by loved ones or work, they might not be able to remain.

"Yes" she said for both of them. "We can remain as long as we are wanted and needed. We will both fulfill your desires beyond any expectations that you may have held for us."

So it began, and it was not easy. Our job was to take human flesh and make it look like mannequins that are remarkably life like in appearance. If we did not sufficiently hide their very warm, human skin we were dead. If we hid it too well, why bother?

We also realized that we had to do something with the window so that the mannequins could be moved in and out with freedom. That was easy, we put up a curtain at the front with a sign, 'window design under construction come back later for another exciting display.'

Then we got to work on the mannequins. Both were already naked, as we had already demanded that of them when they entered our back room. Still, skin had to be given a sheen. I knew just what to do.

Giving brenda a big smile, I told her that I would be right back. I left the store, locked the door and rushed to the Gristedes where I got gallons of olive oil. I also bought pomade and hair spray. Then off to the crafts store where I got large bottles of silver and gold glitter flakes.

When I got back to the store, brenda was also naked and standing there. "I figured I would get messy, so why mess up the clothes." she said. She made sense, so I also shed mine quickly.

The submissives looked at us wide eyed. We had never before revealed ourselves to them in our efforts to control them. They had no clue that not only were we experts at this life, and true life practitioners, but also we were both sexy as all get out.

I saw him drool over brenda's sumptuous jugs. She was staring with deep desire at my manhood.

Any other time, and we would have taken them at once, but there was work to be done tonight.

"Do as demanded of you, and both of you might get your just rewards" we said to them, laughing inwardly that we both said the same thing. I almost swore that I heard my partner say "jinx."

Taking two large paint brushes from the drawer I pulled him to me. brenda took charge of the girl. We layered on the olive oil very thickly, giving the skin of each a luster that is not present on human skin, except perhaps when fully sweaty. Then to be sure that the effect was right, we carefully placed a little sparkle on each, to accentuate a spot here or there. With pomade and hair spray, the hair on their heads, the hair on their bodies and especially their pubic hair was made to appear as if it had been painstakingly glued on. The effect was magical. If I did not know the truth, looking at them, I would not have guessed. Then with makeup and razors and all the tools of a good make-up artist, we rouged and prepared every part of their bodies.

"You will not even flinch when we place you in your special spot. Every few hours we will reposition you, but you are not even to allow your chest movement. Breathe shallow breaths or you are to be punished severely."

I named them boydoll and girldoll, because that is all that they were to us. "girldoll, do whatever you can without outward movement to help boydoll stay hard. Dildos never wilt. His cock might be real, but it can appear as no more than a dildo to the world at large."

"Both of you" brenda ordered, "Never even allow yourselves full arousal in the window. If it even happens once, no other dom or domme will ever care for you, our guarantee."

Of course, we both knew that would be nearly impossible, so once an hour, sometimes less often, we did let them out. Nights were hard, but they learned to assume their roles. We also learned that if the window show closed when we closed the store, no one from our customer base was upset. In fact, since putting in the windows, our base has grown tremendously.

The first windows were simple. We put a clitoral stimulator on his cock and had his hands wrap her rouged nipples as his cock head penetrated her, barely, nestling hard in her wet, gooey, shiny lips. (Vaseline helped make it look fake!) The next one was truly more daring.

We kept going more and more daring, never overly explicit, if one forgets that the twosome were making love in our window naked for twelve or more hours each day.

Once we even ran a wire from under her long hair to the side of the window and had her pumping back and forth in steady rhythm on his cock. We received a lot of positive comments for our mechanized blow job mannequin. Well, it is over a year now. They are still with us and are fully devoted. They have moved in with us at home now, and when we want some variety, brenda and I let them join us and be dominated by us.

Sometimes brenda and I are tempted to join them in the window, but that might place a short circuit on the whole business. Besides who would be left to open and shut the curtain? The idea was hair brained when brenda broached it, but the best ideas often start off crazy.

Just one thing, don't give away our secret.