A gentle tug on his hand drew him back to the present, pulling him down to hear her whisper, “It is the middle of the afternoon on a weekday.” She led the way towards the back of the store, giving a little wave to the rough looking woman behind the counter.
The back half of the shop was a treasure trove. Racks of men’s magazines, erotica, and everything in between in book, magazine and newspaper format. Eliza continued like she knew where she was going and stopped in front of a long wall of cuffs. Handcuffs, leather cuffs, fur-lined cuffs. She picked up a simple pair that looked about the right size. They were black leather with silver grommets and a large steel D ring.
“These aren’t expensive at all, and would be easy to attach to your headboard, say for instance with all that rope we bought last weekend.”
He took them as she handed them over, and he studied them, comparing them to the rest dangling from the wall. His voice had that familiar rough quality it got when his cock started to swell. “They would do nicely.”
Eliza wasn’t going to let him off the hook so easily. “You want them, don’t you, Rusty?”
“Oh, God, yes.”
“Just to be clear, what do you want them for?”
He moved closer behind her and pressed up against the sexy curve of her ass, letting her feel the excitement thrumming through him. His cock twitched as it pressed against her. “I want you to cuff my wrists to the bed, or behind my back, or anywhere you please…” He leaned down and buried his nose in her fragrant hair, dropping small kisses on top of her head. “I also remember you mentioning a nice plug for my ass?” His voice was low and breathy. He almost sounded like a different person.
“Oh, yes! I have a feeling you will love it.” She caught his hand and pulled him across the store. An enormous pegboard covered half the back wall, displaying what the sign above declared, ‘insertables.’ The selections were organized by different materials, different sizes, and some were made exclusively for female anatomy, and some for male.
Interspersed with the plugs were dildos, some with vibration… and Frank’s breath caught. This was so unexpected, and yet it was so obvious that places like this existed. That people came and shopped in establishments like this. Not just creepers slinking into the back, God, they probably hadn’t been doing that for years. They could sit at home and watch porn in privacy on their computers.
All manner of regular people came in here, including couples, and not just lonely men skulking to watch movies in the back. This place was all brightly-lit shopping area. The merchandise ranged from XXX to playful items like massage oil, lingerie, and games.
Frank’s eyes went to Eliza again and he marveled that he had found her. It now seemed so easy and so natural to come here. He would gladly buy whatever she wanted and try to refrain from running home to play with it. He cleared his throat and asked, “What kind do you think we should start with?”
She pulled a small white device off the shelf. “Something like this. Silicone, easy to clean, comfortable to wear…” He looked at it, almost disappointed.
“But it’s so small…”
“You did ask where we should start. I didn’t mean to imply that’s all.” She headed down to an end-cap display and pulled off a larger container. He read over her shoulder, ‘Anal Training Kit”’. His cock jumped. It liked the sound of that. Really liked the sound of that. “Hmm, three plugs in ascending sizes… plus a tube of good lube. I think this would be good.” She sounded so serious. “These look like they’d get you accustomed to the feel of it gradually.” She looked up at him and quirked a brow. “You want to try these, Rusty?”
“Just thinking about it makes my cock hard as a rock… and if it gets you hot, that’s even more important. So far, any time the conversation turns intimate or sexy, you get my complete attention, upstairs and downstairs.”
Eliza tried not to grin and ended up nibbling on her lower lip instead, feeling his giving side slip him farther into her grasp. “What are we going to do with these, Rusty?” she pressed with an iron thread in her voice.
He swallowed hard and hesitated. “You’re going to lube it up and sink it deep in my ass while I lick your pussy.”
She rose up swiftly on tiptoe and kissed him quickly. “I have such a sexy lover. Not really all that rusty.” Her hand closed reassuringly around his. “I can’t wait! But let’s keep looking. Maybe find a thing or two to put on our wish list. Or into our shopping basket.”
“Did they have shopping baskets by the door? Or by the check out maybe?” It was always possible Eliza was messing with him… teasing him the way she always did. He looked over the displays towards the register.
Frank found the cuffs and training kit thrust into his arms, and her hand sent him off towards the register with a loud smack. “See if the cashier will let you stack them there on the counter while we finish shopping,” she called after him. Loud enough for everyone in the store to hear. The woman at the counter cleared off a space and grinned at him as he set the packages down. She had her short dark hair buzz cut on one side and wore a tight black shirt that emphasized the size of her breasts. Part of a butterfly tattoo was visible on one breast in the vee of her neckline.
“And ask her where the floggers are,” Eliza called out in his general direction. “The good ones, from leather and rawhide. Not the cheap plastic ones.”
The sensation was indescribable. The way everything that happened made him feel more hers, and more like he was definitely in lust with her, borderline in love. The only problem was he had never believed anything could happen as fast as it had. In a sense, his emotions were still processing. Being with Eliza felt good, despite how recently he had met her. Periodically he felt like he needed to stop and catch his breath, but when she was absent for a few days he spent his time wanting to call her and wishing she would drop by his apartment. He wasn’t even a free man yet, technically.
But he loved it. The way she made it clear he was her man, and the way she took charge of the shopping, his apartment, and the sexy stuff. A few weeks with her had been life-changing. The thrill of it made his heart pound and his cock fill. He still didn’t know how she’d done it, wrapped him around her finger so easily. How she sent him off to ask about floggers and he wasn’t blushing in shame, he was thinking, “Hell yes, where have you hidden the good floggers?”
He hadn’t mentioned all of his fantasies to Eliza, but it seemed like she knew them. Or predicted them based on his responses. The thought of her cuffing him and binding him and then taking a paddle to his ass. Oh, God. His pants had to be straining to contain his protruding cock. It was cradled comfortably by the boxer briefs, which he had been sure to wear. Maybe she really did have a reason for insisting on them. Half the time he wasn’t sure if she knew something he didn’t, or if she was just insisting on things to establish control.
“Quit daydreaming, Frank!”
He glanced over his shoulder and then back to the cashier, who gave him a knowing look and pointed to the far side of the shop. “You’ll find what you’re looking for over there, hun.”
At first glance, it didn’t look like they had all that many items in the whip display, but he discovered it was a series of peg boards that slid back and forth. He saw the first set did look like cheap plastic. So he shoved the board aside and examined the items hanging on the next one. He knew Eliza was standing behind him as he studied the options.
“Lift them up, and see how the strands feel in your fingers. Feel the weight of it. If it’s too heavy or the strands are too long, it will just be awkward. Remember, the room is small and full of furniture. It’s not like we’re doing calisthenics.”
Frank lifted one and gave a nod of understanding. “Some of these are so big they should just be a display item on a wall.” He picked up a smaller one, gauging its weight.
“Give it a swish. We want one we can really use, don’t we?” She lifted one and flicked her wrist a few times.” The sound sent chills through him and a quiver of anticipat
ion.
“You would use that one me?” His smooth voice had lost some of the velvety quality. He sounded rougher, a little lower on the register.
“Trust me, Rusty….” She gave his ass a playful swat with the flogger. He barely felt it through his jeans. “It’s a toy. And toys are supposed to be fun, aren’t they?”
He nodded. She wanted it. And because she did… he did. He had sneaked Penthouse magazine into his dorm room years ago and read the forums, never quite believing that there really were women who liked to tie up their boyfriends or take a man over their knee. It was so arousing that she enjoyed these things.
“It will be fun for me, at least,” she continued. “We will have to see how you hold up to it. Maybe we’ll have to give you a safe word. Let’s find another big bottle of water-based lube and then head to the checkout.”
He rearranged the display and followed Eliza back to the checkout desk. He admired the way her ass filled out her cropped linen pants. She was soft and rounded, so feminine in her looks and manner. And then once she got to the bedroom, look out! It wasn’t that she was aggressive or hard as nails. He couldn’t put a finger on it. Sometimes it was a look in her eye or a no-nonsense tone in her voice that got his motor running. She just knew; she had the right experience, and he thanked God that for whatever reason she had picked him that night.
There were two young coeds at the register when they got there. Frank felt a little self-conscious at first. The more he looked at them, the more he thought “cheerleaders” and “Sorority girls.” They bounced up on their toes, and their ponytails swung.
The unfazed cashier ignored their giggles and bagged up their magazines, lube and thigh-high stockings. It occurred to Frank that they were the right age to turn up in his classroom, but then he remembered how far they were from his campus. They were miles from anywhere he’d encounter someone who might know him.
Besides, the two girls were probably also trying to go unnoticed themselves.
“Earth to Rusty!” Eliza called for a second time. He saw their purchases were rung up and bagged, and the two women were looking expectantly at him. He stepped up beside her and handed his card to the cashier.
Eliza chuckled and took him by the hand. “You have to excuse him. It’s his first trip to a shop like this, and he’s a little overstimulated.”
Frank almost choked… what a way to put it. Overstimulated. But he said nothing and signed the slip.
Eliza put a hand beside her mouth and whispered, “He’s really eager to get home and try everything out!” She waggled her eyebrows for emphasis. Both ladies laughed, and he relaxed and joined in. He did some eyebrow waggling of his own.
“You bet your sweet ass I am!”
The cashier laughed and nodded to the tall, handsome man. “If I was heading home with that beautiful lady, I’d be in a hurry to get home too!” she whispered conspiratorially.
Chapter 10
The car was strangely quiet on the ride back to Starbucks. Their departure from the counter had been smooth and almost carefree, but then right as they exited Frank had stopped to stare at a display of what looked to him like dog collars. “Are these good for bondage to, to complete the set?” he had asked in his usual mild-mannered way. “Shouldn’t we be getting one of these, too?” He had said it with the usual amount of longing and eagerness in his voice.
Eliza had considered for a moment and then taken a stern tone. “You aren’t ready for that yet, Rusty.”
His crestfallen expression made her hurry to explain further.
“A collar is probably the most meaningful piece of equipment you can buy.” She reached out and reverently fingered some of the collars. The variety of styles and sizes impressed her. There were dainty little chain collars, thick heavy leather posture collars… even some that had spikes like a guard dog. “Someday soon I am sure we will get you one, but it’s not something we can just buy and take home as part of our bondage gear. It will be for the evening when you are truly ready to make yourself be mine.”
“I want that now,” he informed her, his smooth as silk voice washing over her and making her long for the day when he would be really free to make such a commitment.
“I think we both want it now, but it’s serious. There’s almost nothing out there that can symbolize the dominant/submissive relationship better. Some people might use a collar carelessly, but for me, once you put it on, it means something.” Her hand drifted further down to a black posture collar fitted with D rings all around and a locking mechanism. The post that fit through the slot of the buckle had a tiny round ring for a lock. Someone had also carefully attached a bone shaped owner’s tag with a small round holder. She reverently lifted the tag up to show him. “Bowzer” it read, followed by “Miss Maria Farnsworth” and a telephone number.
Frank’s fingers traced the lettering on the tag.
“We could take a technical approach,” Eliza began, “set stages for bringing you to full understanding.” She thought for a moment and then counted them off. “Stage One, when you’re a newbie. Everything is fresh and exciting and you can’t wait to try, but at the same time you are wondering if you’re nuts.”
He smiled, thinking briefly about how had been doing just that and nodded for her to continue.
“Stage Two is the exploratory phase. We experiment, try some test runs and see what excites you, we determine what you might or might not be ready for yet, and where it overlaps with my interests.”
Frank had almost laughed when she mentioned her interests, but she was on a roll and he was curious to see where she was going next.
“Stage three, when you are under consideration. That’s when we decide if we are playing at this or taking it seriously. Really, all three I have mentioned fall under the umbrella of under consideration, but they all result in a decision about the deepest aspect of the relationship, and if both parties want it, that’s when you’re ready to come back and buy that.”
He peered over her shoulder again, down at the owner tags one last time. “Don’t worry. I understand the meaning, Eliza… umm, Miss Eliza. But I hope that as soon as I am free, and you think I am ready, we can come back here.”
And so the first few minutes of the ride back through town were silent, and Eliza started thinking. The two of them were driving two cars back to Frank’s place and the fact was that no one would be at her house to worry when she didn’t return until late. Or morning even.
“You said it was almost the most significant thing a man could do for his lady,” Frank said out of the blue. “What did you mean almost? Is there something more?”
She parked beside his car and twisted around in her seat to explain. “I have heard of very rare instances where a couple has a small ceremony in front of like-minded people, and there’s an agreement that’s signed. I am not sure if it’s a legal document, but there have always been stories of sub contracts, and signing over authority to the domme.”
“You keep saying domme. As in dominant?”
“Yes, in just about any kind of relationship you can think of, there are some where one person is dominant. You’re just used to seeing it where it’s the male who calls the shots.”
Frank mulled that over for a moment. He wanted to talk more about it, but maybe sitting in the car in the heat wasn’t the right place. He gathered up their bag of purchases and exited the vehicle. He leaned back down and looked across the car.
“You’re the expert in these things, Eliza. You make it easy to follow your lead.” He grinned and waved. “I’ll see you back at my place in a few.”
“I have an errand or two to run on the way. I’d like it if you showered and shaved, and did NOT open any of those packages until I arrive. You may wear a towel around your waist while you wait.”
His eyebrows shot up, but he grinned. “Yes, Miss Eliza.”
She laughed as he closed the door and then she hit the button to lower the window on his side. “I just remembered. There is one other thing a sexy male su
b can do to prove his devotion to his lady. I’ll give you the details later on.”
He nodded and waved as she pulled out.
Eliza threaded her way through traffic to the local hardware store, kicking herself for not remembering to purchase small locks when they were at Lowes. Of course, that was before she’d mentioned the sex shop and realized there was another area of his education to concentrate on.
Thankfully, the hardware store was quiet and she was able to get in and out quickly. They would not really be necessary to affix the cuffs onto Frank’s wrists, but sometimes just knowing a lock was there added to the thrill. It added a little something to ensure he couldn’t undo the buckle with his teeth. It would give him an extra level of arousal and deepen his sense of giving. Not that Frank needed either of those, but she was enjoying giving him the full treatment.
She walked out of the store, locks in hand, and phoned in an order to their neighborhood restaurant that offered pick up at the curb. After pushing buttons and finally getting to the ordering menu, she kept it simple and got two Caesar salads with grilled chicken to go. Somehow she had a feeling once they were in for the night and breaking in new toys, they weren’t going to want to call out or head out for food. Some cozy together time afterward would be perfect, intimate and romantic.
Eliza checked the clock. Her little shopping spree hadn’t really taken very long, so she dawdled as she made her way to pick up dinner. Of course, she was in a rush to get home, eager to walk into the room and see if he had taken one more step to surrendering and giving. It was so easy to read his eagerness for the same thing.
She picked up dinner, giving the waiter a handsome tip, and then headed to Frank’s. She wanted him to have just enough time to get freshened up and start to feel a little vulnerable before she went knocking on his door. She had given her little suggestions casually, and yet she was counting on the fact that he’d take them as directions.
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