“Don’t worry, puppy,” she promised. “You’ll like it.”
“I’m gonna go upstairs and look around.”
“Okay,” she answered absently, already consumed in her discovery of everything laid out on the shelves and wall hooks in front of her. “Text me if you need me.”
“Help you find anything?” This helpful question came from a pretty young man wearing a black T-shirt that said HERS on the front in swirly white letters.
That, along with the thin leather collar at his throat, gave Corinne a small pause. She’d had only briefest foray into the world of real-life kink. Reese had the one-up on her in that department. The things they’d done in the past had grown out of fantasy and simply pursuing whatever it was she thought they’d both like, but somehow now, with all this information available to her, it seemed more important to educate herself.
Or something.
“I’m looking for some things for…umm…my boy.” She cleared her throat, watching the clerk’s face for any hint of surprise or distaste or anything that would make her want to turn around and flee the store.
He only nodded, looking thoughtful. “Yes, miss. What sorts of things are you interested in? We have really great new chastity devices that came in, people have had some great things to say about them.”
“Umm…chastity…?”
He smiled. “Yeah, so, they’re cages you lock up his cock in, so he can’t get hard or come without your permission.”
“Oh, wow.” Corinne pressed her lips together, thinking about that. As much as she loved teasing and denying him, she wasn’t sure locking up Reese’s cock was exactly what she was going for. Not yet, anyway, though the idea had…potential. “I’m actually looking more for a harness and strap-on.”
“Oh, sure. We have a really great selection over here, let me show you.” He gestured, but allowed her to go first, staying a deferential distance behind her. “So, you’ve had a setup in the past and you’re looking to replace?”
She nodded. “Yeah, but it was a long, long time ago. Like, over ten years.”
“I was only twelve back then, so I can’t tell you I know anything about what they were like, but I’m going to bet they’ve improved,” the clerk said with a grin. “Let’s get you fitted out. Do you want to start with the harness first, or the cock? What size are you going for? If your boy can take a lot of girth, we can start here.”
Corinne, eyes wide, looked up at the racks of hanging dildos, some as long as her arm and twice as thick. “Something a little less intimidating to start, I think.”
“Sure. Would you like a natural looking penis, with balls? We have some that can squirt, like ejaculation. I don’t care for those, myself, they’re hard to clean.” He pointed. “Or do you want something that’s not anatomically correct?”
“I guess the question is, do I want to look like I have a real penis or not?” She moved closer to the selection, considering. The one she’d had back then had been rigid, smooth, ill-fitting.
“Yes. It’s really up to you, miss.” The young man lifted a box off the wall. “Something like this is nice for beginners, or if your boy hasn’t had anything for a while. It’s curved here, for prostate stimulation. Three colors. Made of high quality materials, easily cleanable. Comes with a storage pouch, and you can fit it to any one of these harnesses over here, using an O-ring system, so if you find a harness you really like, you can switch out the cocks.”
“This is so different than before.” She laughed, self-conscious, and shook her head. “I ordered from a website with autoplay music. There were only a few choices, and you had to really hunt for them. Like nobody else in the world ever wanted to use one.”
“Trust me, miss, there are lots and lots of people who want to use these.” He grinned again. “Thank God, right?”
“Yes. Right.” She laughed with him, then turned her attention back to the wall. “Let’s find something really perfect.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
She had not told Reese everything she’d bought, though she had ordered him to pick out a nice ass plug for himself from the shop’s vast variety. She’d also allowed him to choose a set of truly frightening lingerie for her, something with a lot of complicated straps she was sure that once she was in, she’d be unable to get out of. It would make him happy, though, so she would find a way to wear it for him, because none of this was ever solely about her. It had been a good day, a really good one, full of laughter and good food and some great glasses of wine and actual conversation.
“Did we ever talk this way?” she asked him, her head in his lap on the couch.
He’d lit a fire, and the orange flames cast shadows on the wall. He leaned to pour another inch or two of wine into her glass. “We didn’t have a fireplace.”