The customer is always right

[JoRay]

I'm Jo, and my mostly silent partner is Ray (he's great at helping write and editing however) we are both well under 30 years of age and own a profitable (non sexually oriented) business 50-50 so apparently we know a thing or three about legal businesses.

In a couple threads we don't wish to hijack, much has been said about boyfreind-girlfreind and ex-boyfreind-girlfreind dynamics. Might we suggest from our own lives that most people aren't totally stupid, and most have an innate sense of ballance. Ray and I were good freinds before we became lovers. Each of us had been in relationships where we felt that the other person expected us to give more than we recieved in kind. This may seem terribly mercantilistic, but we both had previously felt taken advantage of.

So we decided to try something different, a relationship where whe we talked about what we wanted without censorship and would not say no to a request unless it was physically or societally unsafe (for the latter picture screwing on the front lawn of City Hall).

A lot of people like to play a lot of completely BS games with one another, but straight up honesty seems rare in life an erotic stories. It's easier to change the latter. Ideas, plot bunnies, complete stories...anyone...Bueller...anyone...

 

[AlinaX]

From the title, I had a very different concept coming in. A Mind Control story where the main character has a customer-always-right power.

"Excuse me, Miss. This dildo doesn't work."
"Um. It's... just a dildo."
"Yes, but it doesn't work. It won't give my wife an orgasm."
"There's no returns."
"The customer's always right, Miss. Prove it works."
"Fine. Whatever."

 

[JoRay]

From the title, I had a very different concept coming in. A Mind Control story where the main character has a customer-always-right power.

"Excuse me, Miss. This dildo doesn't work."
"Um. Sir, it's...just a dildo."
"Yes, but it doesn't work. It won't give my wife an orgasm."
"There are no returns."
"The customer's always right, Miss. Prove that it works."
"Fine. Whatever."
"Where are we going?"
"The back room, I'm not doing this out front."
"Okay."
"Let's see, here, help me get my dress off."
"Cute tattoo."
"Thanks. Let me get these panties off."
"Okay. Wow, what are they made of? Gauze?
"Pretty much. Here...I'll just lie back on these boxes."
"Okay."
“See, Sir, it’s just a dildo.”
“It only moves if I move it.”
“Oh. I see.”
"On the other hand, the Binford 2900 Personal Pleasuring Device here is motorized.”
“Oh. That’s better.”
“It has 32 speeds, this part moves in and out, and the head can move in an oval pattern by pulling this lever here."
"Yes...I know, Binford is supposed to be top of the line."
"Well, then, I guess I'll try it out.
"Thank you."
"Oh..oh..."
"Nice?"
"Quite...ohh...ahh..."
"Yes, it looks capable."
"Oh...my...yes...it...is...quite...ahh..."
"Well I can see you like it."
"Oh...yes...I...ahh...have...ahh...must...ohh...get...ahh...one...myself..."
"It’s very erotic the way you push that big head into yourself."
"Ahh...yes...ahh...it's...great...ahh...I...can't...ahh..."
"You are getting pretty stiff."
"Ahhhh...unk...unk...ahhhhh..."
“Wow.”
“Bhufft…buh…ahh…ha…"
"So…it gave you a rather quick orgasm...obviously."
"Yeah...ahh...huh...yeah..."
"Maybe you should show me again. You know. Pointers for the wife and all.
"Uh...yeah...sure...the...customer...is...always...right..."