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Shop AssistantCopyright © 2021, Dave Potter
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
It was with an element of trepidation that Amin approached Al-Moultazimoun Clothing the following Thursday evening just before nine when the store was closing up. This time, he did not need to explain his purpose and was instead told to make his way to the third floor again. Upon arrival, he headed for Miss al-Moultazimoun’s office and, once there, accompanied by a different assistant, Saaliha, through a door that he had not previous been to which led to a whole different section of the establishment out of the public gaze.
The veiled assistant led him to a shower room, handed him a towel and instructed him to shower and then return wearing only the towel around him. This he did and then, once refreshed and dried off, he wrapped the towel around his middle and exited. Saaliha was waiting for him and escorted him to a large room with a massage table in the centre. She bade him to lie on the table and then locked the door, after which she unveiled and took off her khimar and abayah to reveal an attractive lady in her mid-twenties with a generous bust and long raven hair. Down below, his member stiffened and Amin was glad of the towel that hid his reaction.
“I shall be attending to your needs whilst you are employed at al- Moultazimoun,” she explained, “so it is alright that I see you naked. After all, it will be unavoidable if you are to do this job properly. Now, before you can be dressed in any of the purdah suits that will be your constant companions from now on, I need to prepare you adequately. Al- Moultazimoun Clothing looks after its employees properly and, as there will be men present during all of your suit fittings so that the prospective customers can see what the process involves, it is important that we both prepare you first and protect your modesty. The girls that are embracing purdah, do so completely naked, but that is not how you shall be wearing the suits. However, first your preparations. I am going to shave and then wax you thoroughly all over. This is necessary when wearing a purdah suit and, whilst embarrassing, we have no choice. Are you ready?”
Amin nodded his assent and they began. Saaliha worked quickly and professionally with the razor, lathering his head and leaving it like an egg, before then moving downwards. The process took some time but the two chatted and he found her pleasant and engaging company. She had worked for Al- Moultazimoun for around seven years now and had, in the past, modelled purdah suits like he would. She explained that, whilst difficult at first, she had grown to appreciate their embrace and nowadays rather missed it at times.
When she got to his genitals, he blushed with shame when the removed towel revealed an erect rod, but Saaliha merely smiled and worked around it professionally. Within an hour, he was shaved all over, and then the waxing began. This was rather excruciating at times, though also strangely arousing and his erection, awkwardly, did not disappear at all. Indeed, the sight of this attractive and friendly young lady administering to his personal needs, only made the pressure greater.
After a further two hours, his body rather redder and smoother than before, Saaliha declared them finished. She brought him some tea and they chatted a while, before she advised him to got to the toilet before they entered the next stage of the preparations. This he duly did and, when he returned, he found her waiting with a rather curious skin-coloured pile of cloth. “This,” she announced, “is your new skin.”
It turned out to be a bodysuit that covered him entirely from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. It was made of a thin, breathable fabric such as that used in sportswear and was not uncomfortable. However, around the hips there was padding whilst at the waist there was some sort of lacing arrangement which Saaliha pulled on to cinch his waist somewhat. The crotch was left open so that his erect member stood out, whilst there was also a hold for the anus. At the chest there was also a degree of padding and, when he looked down, it appeared as if he had a pair of modest, pert, female breasts. The facial area had holes for the eyes, nose and mouth. Wearing it was not uncomfortable, just a little strange. “But what is the purpose of this?” he asked Saaliha, bouncing his faux bosom up and down.
“Those who embrace purdah are all female, so the model has to look vaguely female too. They cannot be female since men will see them, but they can look female. That’s why you have breasts, wider hips and a narrower waist. It helps with the illusion and enables potential buyers to really get a feel for what they are purchasing.”
She exited the room and he was left there exploring his new, strangely androgynous form with a fine bosom couple with a raging erection. His hand strayed down to that, desperate as he was for some relief, but then the door opened and Saaliha returned.
“Grab that towel and come with me. Your room is ready!” she commanded.
Doing as bid, he followed her down a corridor to a small chamber, quite bare save for a single bed and a bedside cupboard. “I’ll put your personal possessions out later,” she said, but now you need to get to sleep, for it’s a big day tomorrow; Friday’s always are and your first Friday fitting all the more so. Lie down on the bed please, on your back.”
Amin did as he was told and then, to his surprise, the assistant took his left wrist and guided it to the bedpost, fastening the two together with a click. She then did the same with his right, leaving him secured and helpless!
“What are you doing?!” he asked, shocked.
“This is how girls embracing purdah sleep and thus you must follow the same regime. Now your legs!”
She did the same with his ankles until he was stretched out like a starfish and entirely helpless.
“Now, there is one final item to fit,” said Saaliha with a smile. “I should have done it earlier but then, well… can you keep a secret…?”
Amin nodded, intrigued.
“Well, it is this, she said, holding up a metal contraption that looked like a pair of stainless steel underpants. “A chastity belt. I am meant to fit it straight after you are put into your suit, but then I saw that little man there and thought…” Her voice trailed off but her hand strayed down to his pulsing tool. “…it would be a shame to leave this in such a state, don’t you think…?” Her hand was caressing that tool now, rubbing up and down the rod causing his brain and body to go into overload.
“So, can you keep a secret because if people know then…”
“I can, I can!” he gasped.
“Very well then.” She climbed on top of him and started to French kiss him, her tongue exploring his throat, whilst her hand continued its ministrations. Within seconds, he was ready to explode, but then she stopped, let him calm down, before restarting again. It took three edges before he erupted in an orgasm like none he had ever experienced before with his own masturbation. Saaliha clean him with a tissue and then fitted the chastity device over his now flaccid cock. Then she leaned over, kissed him on the lips, and said, “I think we are going to enjoy working together.”
Then she left and the light went out and Amin lay there, restrained and covered in the pitch black, wondering just what the next two months would hold.
Chapter 3

Description
Shop AssistantCopyright © 2021, Dave Potter
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
It was with an element of trepidation that Amin approached Al-Moultazimoun Clothing the following Thursday evening just before nine when the store was closing up. This time, he did not need to explain his purpose and was instead told to make his way to the third floor again. Upon arrival, he headed for Miss al-Moultazimoun’s office and, once there, accompanied by a different assistant, Saaliha, through a door that he had not previous been to which led to a whole different section of the establishment out of the public gaze.
The veiled assistant led him to a shower room, handed him a towel and instructed him to shower and then return wearing only the towel around him. This he did and then, once refreshed and dried off, he wrapped the towel around his middle and exited. Saaliha was waiting for him and escorted him to a large room with a massage table in the centre. She bade him to lie on the table and then locked the door, after which she unveiled and took off her khimar and abayah to reveal an attractive lady in her mid-twenties with a generous bust and long raven hair. Down below, his member stiffened and Amin was glad of the towel that hid his reaction.
“I shall be attending to your needs whilst you are employed at al- Moultazimoun,” she explained, “so it is alright that I see you naked. After all, it will be unavoidable if you are to do this job properly. Now, before you can be dressed in any of the purdah suits that will be your constant companions from now on, I need to prepare you adequately. Al- Moultazimoun Clothing looks after its employees properly and, as there will be men present during all of your suit fittings so that the prospective customers can see what the process involves, it is important that we both prepare you first and protect your modesty. The girls that are embracing purdah, do so completely naked, but that is not how you shall be wearing the suits. However, first your preparations. I am going to shave and then wax you thoroughly all over. This is necessary when wearing a purdah suit and, whilst embarrassing, we have no choice. Are you ready?”
Amin nodded his assent and they began. Saaliha worked quickly and professionally with the razor, lathering his head and leaving it like an egg, before then moving downwards. The process took some time but the two chatted and he found her pleasant and engaging company. She had worked for Al- Moultazimoun for around seven years now and had, in the past, modelled purdah suits like he would. She explained that, whilst difficult at first, she had grown to appreciate their embrace and nowadays rather missed it at times.
When she got to his genitals, he blushed with shame when the removed towel revealed an erect rod, but Saaliha merely smiled and worked around it professionally. Within an hour, he was shaved all over, and then the waxing began. This was rather excruciating at times, though also strangely arousing and his erection, awkwardly, did not disappear at all. Indeed, the sight of this attractive and friendly young lady administering to his personal needs, only made the pressure greater.
After a further two hours, his body rather redder and smoother than before, Saaliha declared them finished. She brought him some tea and they chatted a while, before she advised him to got to the toilet before they entered the next stage of the preparations. This he duly did and, when he returned, he found her waiting with a rather curious skin-coloured pile of cloth. “This,” she announced, “is your new skin.”
It turned out to be a bodysuit that covered him entirely from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. It was made of a thin, breathable fabric such as that used in sportswear and was not uncomfortable. However, around the hips there was padding whilst at the waist there was some sort of lacing arrangement which Saaliha pulled on to cinch his waist somewhat. The crotch was left open so that his erect member stood out, whilst there was also a hold for the anus. At the chest there was also a degree of padding and, when he looked down, it appeared as if he had a pair of modest, pert, female breasts. The facial area had holes for the eyes, nose and mouth. Wearing it was not uncomfortable, just a little strange. “But what is the purpose of this?” he asked Saaliha, bouncing his faux bosom up and down.
“Those who embrace purdah are all female, so the model has to look vaguely female too. They cannot be female since men will see them, but they can look female. That’s why you have breasts, wider hips and a narrower waist. It helps with the illusion and enables potential buyers to really get a feel for what they are purchasing.”
She exited the room and he was left there exploring his new, strangely androgynous form with a fine bosom couple with a raging erection. His hand strayed down to that, desperate as he was for some relief, but then the door opened and Saaliha returned.
“Grab that towel and come with me. Your room is ready!” she commanded.
Doing as bid, he followed her down a corridor to a small chamber, quite bare save for a single bed and a bedside cupboard. “I’ll put your personal possessions out later,” she said, but now you need to get to sleep, for it’s a big day tomorrow; Friday’s always are and your first Friday fitting all the more so. Lie down on the bed please, on your back.”
Amin did as he was told and then, to his surprise, the assistant took his left wrist and guided it to the bedpost, fastening the two together with a click. She then did the same with his right, leaving him secured and helpless!
“What are you doing?!” he asked, shocked.
“This is how girls embracing purdah sleep and thus you must follow the same regime. Now your legs!”
She did the same with his ankles until he was stretched out like a starfish and entirely helpless.
“Now, there is one final item to fit,” said Saaliha with a smile. “I should have done it earlier but then, well… can you keep a secret…?”
Amin nodded, intrigued.
“Well, it is this, she said, holding up a metal contraption that looked like a pair of stainless steel underpants. “A chastity belt. I am meant to fit it straight after you are put into your suit, but then I saw that little man there and thought…” Her voice trailed off but her hand strayed down to his pulsing tool. “…it would be a shame to leave this in such a state, don’t you think…?” Her hand was caressing that tool now, rubbing up and down the rod causing his brain and body to go into overload.
“So, can you keep a secret because if people know then…”
“I can, I can!” he gasped.
“Very well then.” She climbed on top of him and started to French kiss him, her tongue exploring his throat, whilst her hand continued its ministrations. Within seconds, he was ready to explode, but then she stopped, let him calm down, before restarting again. It took three edges before he erupted in an orgasm like none he had ever experienced before with his own masturbation. Saaliha clean him with a tissue and then fitted the chastity device over his now flaccid cock. Then she leaned over, kissed him on the lips, and said, “I think we are going to enjoy working together.”
Then she left and the light went out and Amin lay there, restrained and covered in the pitch black, wondering just what the next two months would hold.
Chapter 3