I walked into the shop it was not what I expected. I had expected dark, dingy and a little bit seedy but it was bright airy and welcoming.
From the outside you would have no idea what went on in this shop. The windows hard dark tints and the door to the high street opened into a small hall that you then had to open anther door to enter the shop itself.
When inside there were shelves and shelves of sex toys! Dildos, vibrators, plugs, clamps, cuffs, gags you name it or they had some version of it. Around the corner there was a large section of dvds from the normal very vanilla to the much darker bdsm and other such fetishes and kinks. There was straight, gay, lesbian and transgender porn all tastes catered for.
I walked further into the shop after taking in my surroundings and as I walked over towards the dvds past the vast collection of “rabbit” dildos I noticed a young lady behind the counter. She must have been early 20s. She had light blue hair that had been undercut and the remaining hair was pulled back and tied at the back. She had dark framed glasses on and looked up at me with a smile. Her dark lipstick and eye shadow making her look very powerful and intimidating yet her expression had such a warm and welcoming demeanour. .
“Hiya” she said cheerfully as I quickly looked back down at my feet. “Hi” I mumbled as I shuffled to the DVD section and out of her line of sight.
I had come in hoping to buy myself a chastity cage, a very small one as I have been exploring self humiliation, edging and orgasm denial. The sight of her had made that seem a much more daunting task. It had taken me a few weeks of wanted to come into the shop to finally work up the courage, I know I could have bought a new cage in minutes online and had it sent to my home and no one would ever know but I wanted the experience. I want to go into an adult shop, I wanted to have to search for items and ask if I wasn’t able to find it. This would add so much much thrill I thought. Reality is often much more ………… Well real then it is in your mind and the fear and anxiety hit hard but I managed to stable myself and talk myself down of walking out.
I took a deep breath and started walking around the shop looking at all the different items. Dildos of all shapes and sizes some surly had to be purely for display purposes as they were just to big, wide, weird shaped or just painful looking. There was lots of bondage gear to. Gags of all manor of style and material. Some for holding your mouth open, some for keeping you quiet and some I had no idea what they would be sued for but they looked very specialised that was for sure. Many different lengths, braids and colour of rope. Blindfolds some with things written on them others looked every padded like the could be worn for hours. There was also a wall of well what I can only describe as pain inducing toys, there were pinwheels, nipple clamps, ball clamps, suction cups for nipples and many things I had no idea what they were or what their intended use could be.
As I walked around further I could see the shop assistant stood behind the till. I was a little closer than before and noticed that she has multiple piercings in her ears with some very ornate looking rings and studs going from the bottom to the top. She also had a stud in her nose too. She was looking at something on the computer screen in front of her and didn’t look up at me which helped me move deeper into the shop. God I was such a wimp. I had never really had many girlfriends the ones I did have didn’t last long and very rarely become sexual as I was so uncomfortable in my body that I always self sabotaged before it got to that point or used my mouth to give as much pleasure as possible then less questions where asked when it didn’t progress passed that. The few times I was unable to avoid the inevitable it often ended with a look of either shock when they felt the tiny package I was cursed with, or instead of shock it was just blatant historical laughter. At best when hard I was about 3.5/4” long and about 1.5” thick.
As I walked down the aisle towards the counter I passed a wall of toys for men. There were sleeves you can use to wank into, cock extenders and pumps. Then I saw them, the cock cages there was about 7 different ones. There were fully encased pink ones made of silicon, minimalist ones that were made up of multiple metal rings. One looked absolutely barbaric and hard spikes and indents ok the inside, another had a sounding tube running its length. That one made my eyes water a little. There was also a cock harness that basically tied the wares penis up against their body keeping it immobile and restrained. There was also a couple clear and black cages made of what looked to be plastic.
I had done some looking online and had decided that I wanted a flat or inverted cage as in my mind it was the only ones that would fit me and also I wanted to hide it away.
As I was browsing the cages I was completely unaware of my surroundings completely lost in the sight of the cages. The shop assistant had stoped looking at the laptop screen and was watching me. As I looked up from reading I noticed her looking at me and I felt my cheeks go flush red. She had a look on her face that was very hard to read was it a smile, was it a grin, did she look sorry for me or was she just thinking how pathetic I was, I just wasn’t able to tell. I averted my gaze and quickly moved on to the next area of the shop. This section was full of aromas, lubes and other such sexual enhancing paraphernalia. I was slow too explain every item and bottle trying too take as long as possible hoping the young lady would be looking anywhere but at me the next time I looked her way.
I was now right by the till counter. I was crouched down looking at the covers of the various magazines that lines the shelve. There was a large variety there from blondes and redheads to BBW. Black, Asian and interracial selections too. Hidden around the corner were some more hardcore oriented ones and a gay selection too. As I was in a squatting position looking at the magazines I could smell her powerful perfume that twisted and danced its way into my nose. Sweet and floral with a hint of vanilla it was very enticing. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it the scent. I felt slightly light headed and giddy from the captivating scent. I slowly stood up from my squatting position with my eyes still closed with zero situational awareness. I opened my eyes as I breathed out slowly an almost d*unken smile on my face. The first thing that came into focus was the shop assistant. She looked at me with a big smile. Her eyes a beautiful purple colour that didn’t look natural but looked amazing nether the less. She had on a white strap top that was definitely straining to contain her ample bosom a black bra was clearly visible through the top. She had multiple colourful tattoos up both her arms and a large dark tattoo in the centre of her chest framed by her large cleavage.
She opened her mouth slowly and her lips moved by I didn’t hear anything. My brain had frozen, captivated, ensnared by her presence.
She stood looking at me a smile on her face, it slowly turned into a giggle as she snapped her fingers at me and I was pulled back to myself.
“Are you enjoying what you see” she said to me with a smile. “Is there anything I can help you with”. Struggling to find my voice I crocked “sorry I didn’t mean to offend I am sorry” this made her laugh. “Aww pet it’s ok”. Her voice was alluring I felt giddy as she spoke to me.
“Can I help you with anything, I saw you took an interest in our lock the cock section”, she said the last part it was like she took a slight pause between each word and stared more into my soul each time she spoke. I stuttered and fell over my words unable to formulate an intelligent sentence.
“Is it for yourself? What size? Have you had one before?” Each rapid fire question was met with no answer I was lost my brain unable to process.
She lent forward over the desk and looked around to make sure no one was there. I think it was more for effect as no one had entered the small shop since I had.
In a low tone dripping in power and confidence that was almost inaudible she said, “have you got a little winky you want to lock away”. She paused. “Are … you … a … sissy… bitch”. She spoke very slowly punctuating each word. With the last word spoken my legs almost gave way I had to grab onto the table to steady myself. I just looked into her eyes as she stared back an evil smile spreading across her beautiful face as she laughed.
She slowly reached out her hand and extended a finger towards my check. Her long purple nail touching my skin very softly and slowly traced down my face towards my neck. “I bet you would do anything you were told wouldn’t you”. She chuckled as her finger found my neck. She slowly slide her hand around onto the back of my neck and applied a tiny amount of pressure.I was weak and unable to stop the small amount of pressure from pulling my head in close over the counter. In little more than a whisper she said in my ear. “Come and sit on the floor behind my desk I need a seat”. |
