Play Parties are fun, and so is my blog post over at A to Z about Passion, and other things that make great blogs!

This should be exciting! I can’t wait for the awkwardness that is Seth.

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Remember back in H is for Hot when I told you something had happened between Seth and me that told me we would never be an item? Well, I promised I would tell you the story, so here it is:

One Friday afternoon, I was helping a regular customer pick out an outfit for a play party she was hosting. After many failed attempts, she finally made a decision. I was glad that I could help her out, and rang her up with a smile.

When she took her credit card back, she slipped me a piece of paper. “Join us for the party tomorrow, darling. It will be a blast.” I stuttered a thank you, and she grinned over her shoulder calling, “Trust me! Just come. It will be fun!”

I caught the double entendre and smiled. Maybe she was right, but I had never been to a play party before, and the thought of a bunch of strangers having sex right in front of me was nerve-wracking. Sometimes my inexperience surprised people. One would think that having the contacts I did working at a sex toy store I would have experienced more, but that wasn’t the case. I had done many things by myself, and I had had both male and female partners, but I had never been to any play parties. 

By the end of my shift, I had forgotten all about the play party and the customer who had invited me. It was unusually busy, even for a Saturday, and the customers drove her from my mind. It wasn’t until I undressed at the end of the day, checking that my pants pockets were empty, that I realized I had left the invitation in my pocket. Folded up, it was the size of a business card. I unfolded it and realized that it had all the answers to my questions. Where, when, what to wear, what to bring… and to round out the “w” questions, I knew who and why!

I set it on the dresser and climbed into bed naked. Slipping my fingers down between my legs, I felt my hot core. I didn’t know why my pussy was wet, but I was so wet that I was in danger of making a mess on my sheets.

I angled my fingers so my nails wouldn’t press into the folds of my pussy and began to fuck myself with them. Then I switched to playing with my clit. My other hand wrapped around the comforter and held on tight like a lifeline.

As I neared orgasm, all I could think of was a room full of naked, sweaty, sexy bodies and how amazing it would be to be one of them, even though the thought of being naked in front of strangers terrified me.

After I had orgasmed, all I could think of was that party.

You see where this is going, right?

It never crossed my mind that anyone from the store would be at the party, but I would be so so wrong. But my roommates and I are getting ready to play Pathfinder, so I need to go prepare. You’ll have to wait for my next entry to see just how Queasy a play party can get…

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I’ll just let Isola get on with it.

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Many people prefer online ordering their sex toys anymore. It’s great when you can do that, and sometimes the packages are nondescript, but did you know that some stores allow in store pick up? That allows you to do your shopping from the comfort of your incognito internet window, but also not risk your roommate picking up your package.

This story has nothing to do with my job, but rather an experience I had when I first lived on my own.

My first apartment was in a high rise, with tiny little mailboxes. Packages would be held at a window, and you had to pick it up between certain hours.

One day on my way out to meet a friend for dinner, I checked my mail and saw the slip that told me I had a package. I couldn’t remember what I had ordered, but I knew that if I didn’t pick it up before I left, I wouldn’t have the opportunity when I got back. I took the slip to the window, got my package, and then debated if I wanted to go up to my apartment and drop off the box or not. I glanced at my watch and saw that I really didn’t have time if I was going to make it to dinner.

I was carrying a backpack instead of a purse, so I hoped that if I took whatever it was out of the box, I’d be able to slip it in the backpack instead of carrying the stupid box around. I tried using one of my keys to get the tape off the box, but it was too well packaged.

I went back to the desk and said, “Do you have scissors I can use to get this open?” The attendant pulled out a box cutter and offered to do it for me. “Sure that would be great,” I said brightly.

I wished afterward that I hadn’t. You have no idea how much I wished that.

He slit the tape open and then turned it to the side to make sure the sides were also split. Unfortunately, the box must have been only held closed because of the tape because it popped right open as soon as the tape was cut. And inside the box was the biggest butt plug I had ever seen.

Whoops.

I had totally forgotten that I had ordered it. But now the attendant at my mail office knew that I liked giant butt plugs.

On the plus side, it fit in the backpack, and I made it to dinner on time!

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I don’t know about you, but I am so excited because this story continues from F is for Fetishes. I want to hear more about the cute woman!

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The mousy woman from F is for Fetishes came back only a week or so after purchasing her butt plug. Knowing that she had an anal fetish, I thought she would be back for more anal toys, but she wasn’t.

She smiled at me shyly when she entered the store, but when I said a bright hello, she met my eyes.

“Is there something I can help you with today?” I asked.

“I’m not sure,” she said, dropping her gaze to the floor again.

“Okay,” I said, my voice low and comforting, “if you have any questions you can feel free to let me know.”

She nodded and turned away. She had combed the store the first time she was there, and this time she did something similar. She walked around and around the store, going up and down every aisle, looking at various items. It wasn’t until I noticed her at the nipple clamps twice that I figured out what she was looking for this time.

“You know,” I said, sliding up next to her, “there’s no shame in admitting what turns you on.”

She blushed but didn’t respond. She was holding a box with nipple clamps in it and was at least pretending to read the back.

“This is a totally safe space,” I said. “No one here will judge you for your interests, least of all me.”

“Have you used these before?” She hesitated mid-sentence, and I wondered if she had been intending to say nipple clamps but couldn’t quite bring herself to do it.

“I have,” I said. “Those are not great for beginners, though,” I said, indicating the ones she was holding. They were clover clamps and had some pretty nasty (in all the best ways) tips that would bite into flesh. I loved them, but they weren’t the best for starting out.

I handed her a different box. “These are a little more suitable.”

She turned the box over and started looking at the description. “Would you like to see them?” I asked her.

She nodded. I took the box back and opened it deftly, handing her the clamps. These were on a long chain and had rubber tips that would soften the grip a bit. “These look much better,” she said, her voice so low I almost couldn’t hear her.

“Would you like to try them?” I asked, throwing caution to the wind. I had permission to help customers try certain items. Low-cost items were definitely good, and it was with the understanding that used items couldn’t be resold, so if she chose not to buy them, the store was out the money for it, generally. I was pretty sure I could convince her to buy them, and if not, they were only $10.

“Can I do that?” she asked.

I nodded. “I can give you some privacy to try them if you’d like.” She didn’t look at all convinced. “Unless you would like some help,” I offered. I wasn’t sure she wanted it, but she nodded, more confident now.

“Sure,” I said. “Let’s go.”

The store was empty at that hour, so it was just the two of us. I took her into the back room through the door that said employees only. We had a small room where we did interviews, as well as took breaks, and Jeanette used it as an office when she was on site.

When we got into the room, she seemed to be shaking like a leaf in the wind. “Relax,” I said. “Take a deep breath.” She did. “I’m not going to do anything that you’re uncomfortable with. I promise. If you tell me it’s too much, or you don’t want to do it anymore, I’ll stop. No hard feelings.”

She nodded. “Thank you.”

I smiled and placed a hand gently on her shoulder. “My name is Isola.”

“That’s pretty,” she said, “My name is so boring. It’s Sandy.” She rolled her eyes, and I saw the spark of fire in her. “So unoriginal.”

“I think it’s pretty. It suits you,” I said.

“Does it?” she asked, incredulous.

“I think so,” I said, “but if you don’t like it, you should change it.”

She shrugged. “It’s not worth it.”

“Maybe you just need a good nickname then,” I joked.

“Like what?” she asked.

I shrugged, “Maybe pet or babygirl?”

She giggled, and at that moment, I could totally see her as a babygirl.

“Shall we?” I asked.

She nodded, suddenly very serious.

“I need to see your nipples, Sandy,” I said, my voice low.

She pulled her shirt up over her bra and pulled her breasts out of their confines.

“I’m going to touch you now,” I said. I narrated each step of what I was going to do, when I was going to touch her and where, how hard and when it was going to hurt. Once the clamps were on, she was practically panting. “You seem to like this,” I said.

She smiled and blushed. “I do.” I smiled. “I also like hearing you say my name,” she said. “It’s the first time I’ve ever liked hearing it.”

“Well, I’m glad you like it, Sandy. You are a beautiful woman.”

She was practically moaning as I ran my fingers along the chain, gently pulling on the clamps.

“I’m going to take these off in a minute,” I said, indicating the clamps. “When I do, all the blood is going to rush back into your nipples, and it’s going to hurt. It’s okay to cry out, okay?”

She nodded, biting her lip. “I’m ready,” she said.

I gripped both clamps at once and released. Sandy did cry out, and it was very sexy. I rubbed my thumbs gently over her nipples, and she moaned my name.

I was getting turned on, and that didn’t help.

“Can I kiss you?” I asked.

She blushed and nodded, and I did.

I’ll have to come to Sandy and where things went from here in U is for Unlikely Union.

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I’m so excited to be in Week 3 of the A to Z Challenge! I hope you are all enjoying Isola’s stories! She does have quite the exciting life!

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Setting the mood in a sex toy shop is a delicate balance. It’s not the same as sex music, which has its place in the bedroom. It has to be seductive enough to allow someone to get in the right headspace to make purchases, but not so much so that people end up jacking off in the magazine aisle, as I told you in J is for Jacking Off.

Then there’s the debate between music with lyrics versus instrumental music. Personally, I think instrumental music allows for the mind to drift more. When the mind drifts and you’re surrounded by sex toys, it’s easier to imagine using them. So that’s my personal preference. Nothing with nature sounds. Only a select group of people would be turned on by that.

I do like piano music, though. Strings are nice. Nothing too loud or brash.

We also sell music! I bet you didn’t think of that, did you? Some classic songs allow for great sex. There are even some newer ones. I know most people don’t buy CDs anymore, but isn’t it great to have a mix of music without having to program it?

What are your favorite sex songs?

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I’ll just let Isola tell her story…

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Today, I want to educate you on some different kinds of lube.

There are four basic types of lubricants. Water-based and silicone based. There are pros and cons to each, but there are some things to watch out for.

Water-based lubricants are easy to rinse off at the end of a play session, so that’s good, but if you are doing something in the shower, it won’t be very helpful.

Silicone-based are annoying to wash off and definitely require soap and water, but they last a long time. They are great when wearing a butt plug for an extended period of time! But make sure the plug isn’t made of silicone. Silicone lubricant and silicone sex toys are not a good mix.

Oil-based lubricants are easy to get in the kitchen, but the oil can stain your sheets.

Natural lubricants have a short shelf life, but they can be a good choice otherwise.

Whenever you are going to try a new lubricant, do your research! Consider what you’re going to use it for and how long you need it to last (in action and on the shelf). You can always go into your local sex toy shop and ask for the advice of someone there!

I give you this information as your friendly neighborhood sex toy clerk and because of my personal experience. I keep all of my sex toys in labeled bags (because of course I do), and one day I went to get out a vibrator and discovered that they were melted. Literally melted. The bag wasn’t near a heat source. All I can think of is that I forgot to clean one of my dildos and the silicone lube melted the silicone dildos. Well damn.

Maybe it was some other freak thing (leaky battery?), but whatever it was, I needed new vibrators. (I’ll tell that story in V is for Vibrator!) But just in case, research your lubes!

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I’ll just let Isola tell her story…

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Everyone has embarrassing moments. I mean, it takes a lot to embarrass me anymore, but that wasn’t always the case. Even there was a time in my life when I was young and naive.

I’m going to tell you a story about that, but don’t judge me, okay?

This goes back to when I was 18, so… a little more than a decade ago. I was dating a guy named Jesse. He wanted to surprise me with something for my 18th birthday, but I didn’t know what. He took me out to a movie, which I thought was pretty lame. I mean, it was a movie, cool, but I didn’t understand what it was so special. When we got in the car after the movie, I was wholly unimpressed by his surprise birthday gift. I was not any more impressed when we pulled into a parking lot to a nondescript building. There were no big signs to tell me what it was, and I had no idea where we were.

“Jesse?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” he said with a grin.

He jumped out and went around to open my door for me. After I was out, he shut the door, and he took my hand, leading me to the building. “Jesse,” I said again, “what is this place?”

He didn’t respond, but we were nearing the front door now. I could see that the glass on the door was all blacked out, and the words read “Welcome to Aphrodite’s Toychest.” I looked at Jesse in shock. I had always been interested in kinky things. I had little experience with it, but I was definitely interested, and he knew it. We’d had whispered conversations in bed about fantasies, but he had never pressured me to try something before I was ready. And here we were at a sex toy shop.

I looked at him with wonder in my eyes.

“I’ll buy you whatever you want, baby.”

I was speechless. I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed him, but at just that moment, someone came out of the store and slammed the door open right in front of me. I was shocked that someone was there, standing right in front of us as we kissed.

“Get lost, kids!” he yelled.

For all of Jesse’s faults, standing up to someone wasn’t one of them. “Excuse me, Sir,” he said politely but firmly, “but we’re of age and we were just about to go into the store.”

The guy grunted in response and stomped off to his car.

I was trembling as we entered the dark store.

An employee was there within seconds. “I’m so sorry about that. Are you both okay?”

I could only nod, but Jesse assured the woman with long silver hair that we were.

“If there’s anything I can do for you, please let me know.”

Jesse thanked her and started to walk away, but I found my voice at last. “Actually,” I said, and Jesse stopped beside me, “it’s my birthday and my boyfriend said he would buy me something, but I don’t even know where to begin.”

The woman grinned at me, and I saw perfect white teeth and a smile that lit up her eyes. “I am more than happy to help you with that,” she said. She offered me her arm, and I took it, Jesse trailing behind us as Jeanette gave me a rundown of all the possible fun toys I could get. Before I knew it, the rudely interrupted kiss was forgotten.

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Before we get to Isola’s story, go check out my post on the A to Z Blog! J is for…

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You know how there are sex toy stores that have viewing rooms where one can go to view porn privately, right? Those are the types of places where people rent the room, and you know that they are doing it so that they can jerk off. That’s fine. That’s private, you (hopefully) clean up after yourself, and everything is good.

Our store doesn’t have that kind of space!

So let me tell you what a shock it was on a random Monday morning to find someone looking at magazines and jerking off to them.

I walked back there to make sure he didn’t need any help as he had been in the back a while, and what I found was that he was standing in the aisle with his fly down and his cock out stroking.

“Dude,” I shouted.

“Huh, what?” he said. He hadn’t even heard me approaching, and let me tell you that I tend to approach loudly so as not to sneak up on people. I don’t want to surprise anyone, but I surprised him.

“You can’t do that here,” I said.

“Do what?” he asked, and he actually let go of his penis and stood there with it sticking out at me.

Now I like men, and I like penises, but this was wholly inappropriate.

“If you don’t stick your penis back in your pants and leave right now, I’m going to have to call the police and have you arrested for indecent exposure,” I said. I was doing my best impression of someone tough. I am not particularly tough, but that was the impression I needed to give.

“But this isn’t a public place.”

“Well, see, it kind of is. You aren’t renting this space. It’s a public space that anyone over a certain age can access, but it’s still a public space.

He stared at me for what felt like forever but was probably only a few seconds, and then he put his penis away. Thank goodness.

“Goodbye now,” I said, and I watched as he left the building.

As the adrenaline pumping through my body slowed, I couldn’t help but feel at least slightly exhilarated by the experience. In truth, it might have been kind of hot to watch someone masturbating, if only it had been in a slightly more appropriate location.

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I’ll just let Isola tell her story…

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Interviewing people for a job at a sex toy shop is an interesting experience, to say the least. A lot of people think that it’s an easy job and anyone can do it. But that’s so not the case.

It’s helpful to have a background in sales, but there’s a particular personality that has to come with it. You are going to be encountering a lot of people who could just as easily go online and order their sex toys in a nondescript box. So you have to bring something to the table that’s going to entice people to come to your store instead. You have to be able to build a relationship, answer questions, and offer advice. That’s not something just anyone can do, particularly when talking about sex toys.

Even though I was an employee and not a manager, the owner of my store, Jeanette, always asked me to sit in on interviews. So that’s what I was doing one blustery fall day.

The first interviewee was late. Jeanette dismissed her before I even met her. I mean, she was more than fifteen minutes late, and apparently not at all apologetic about making us wait. The second person didn’t have identification when Jeanette asked for it. That was always the first thing she did. She wasn’t about to hire someone underage. Even though that was a checkpoint on the application, Jeanette always wanted to confirm in person.

Finally, someone arrived who I got to meet.

“Hello,” she said brightly when she entered the room. I was sitting at a conference table in the back room of the shop. I stood and shook her hand.

“I’m Isola,” I said.

“I’m Alanna. Nice to meet you.”

Firm handshake, open smile. Those were good qualities.

I let Jeanette lead the interview. She asked her a lot of questions about previous jobs, things that demonstrated her work ethic and so on. My job was to observe her and see how I thought she would be as a salesperson.

When Jeanette was done, it was my turn.

“What we’d like to do now,” I explained, “is go out on the floor and have you try to sell me things.”

“Sure,” she said, almost too brightly.

We walked out onto the floor, and I took her over to the butt plugs section. “I’m going to pretend to be a browsing customer, and you are the employee.”

She let me browse for a few minutes before she made her approach. “Hi there,” she said with that same toothy smile.

I nodded but didn’t respond.

“Can I help you find something?” she asked lightly.

“No,” I said, a little surly.

“No problem,” Alanna said, “I’ll be over here if you need anything. I am more than happy to offer advice if you need it.” I nodded again but didn’t respond. She added, “For the record, this one is my favorite,” she said, pointing to one of the plugs and walking away.

Damn. She was good. She used a lot of the same tactics I did.

We went through several other scenarios before I proclaimed us finished. Alanna thanked us both for our time and left, but she wasn’t even in the parking lot before her cell phone chirped with the call telling her she was hired for nights and weekends.

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Isola is still taking over my blog, so I’ll just let her get on with it…

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Hot. Oh my god, it was so hot. August is always hot, I know. I get it. But now it was so hot that the air conditioner in the store couldn’t keep up anymore. I had already stripped down to the barest amount of clothes I thought was respectable for an employee.

Thankfully I had worn a skirt, so it was just my skirt and panties on the bottom. On top, I slipped my bra off under my shirt and was only wearing a tank top. I knew that my nipples were probably visible beneath my shirt, but I didn’t care. Working in a sex toy shop had its perks. There were more risque pictures on the covers of the magazines and novels we sold, not to mention the video collection.

I sat behind the counter, thankful that the store was empty. I was fanning myself with a brochure, counting the minutes until someone else was coming in so I could go sit in my car and crank the air conditioning. It would be soon. It was almost five, but the minutes were ticking by so slowly.

As the sun started to descend just a little bit, I could feel the air conditioner kick up a notch. As the sun stopped beating down directly through the windows, the machine had a chance. I went over to one of the two units in the store and felt the cold air it issued. There were two: one was up high in a window, and the other was down low and had been built directly into the wall.

I positioned myself so that the cold air went directly up my skirt. “Oh thank god,” I groaned. My skirt was flapping up around my waist, but I didn’t care. My thong was soaked with sweat, and the cold air on the wet garment made it even cooler.

“I didn’t know I would be welcomed with such a beautiful sight or I might have come in earlier,” Seth said.

Seth was the coworker I was waiting for, and he was unusually early. I blushed, despite the fact that I didn’t care what Seth saw, and said, “You’re early.”

He shrugged. “I got out of my day job early and had nowhere else to be.”

“You mean, you had no other young women to harass?”

He rolled his eyes, “No one as pretty as you.”

He was teasing me, as he always did. We joked around and almost flirted, but I knew nothing would come of it.

I wasn’t even sure I would be interested if he were, but I knew he wasn’t, so it didn’t matter. There had been a thing that happened between us that let me know that we were never going to be an item, but that’s for a later story. (You’ll have to come back for P is for Play Parties to hear that story!)

I flipped Seth off as I left for the eventual relief of my air-conditioned car.

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Welcome to Week 2! Isola is still taking over my blog, so I’ll just let her get on with it…

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Every so often, we get a young couple who comes in looking for games to play. We do have some, but I feel like someone needs to come out with a game that’s a little kinkier. The ones that are already on the market are fine, but they are pretty tame.

My favorite is the one where you roll dice, and the kinkiest thing on there is spanking. Excuse me as I roll my eyes. There needs to be one that includes all sorts of fun toys and adventures! I suppose the problem is that not everyone has a chest of adult toys available, and it would be cost prohibitive to include the toys, but whatever. Maybe I should create a game…

But those are thoughts for another time.

One particular customer was the most memorable when looking for a game. She came in one day with a guy when the store was deserted. He looked so ashamed, not making eye contact, practically hiding from me so he didn’t have to look at me. She made a quick circuit of the store, her heels clicking along the floor, and then she approached me.

“Excuse me,” she said.

“Yes, may I help you?” I replied with a smile. I watched her companion out of the corner of my eye, but he was still shying away from me.

“I’m looking for a game,” she said.

“Anything in particular?” I asked.

“No,” she said, but I could hear the hesitation in her voice. I gave her time to continue, and I was not disappointed. Her voice dropped to a whisper, even in the empty store. “I am working on training a new submissive here,” she said as she indicated the guy she brought in with her, “and I am looking for some ice breaking type activities.” She smiled in his direction. “He’s just so nervous. I thought a game might help him out.” Although in her heels the two were about the same height, his cowering made him look shorter.

I nodded, “That sounds like a great idea. Let me show you what we have.”

I took her over to the few games on the shelves, and she looked them over. I watched her push her blond hair behind her ears as she concentrated on reading the game descriptions. I recommended one that had at least a little kink in it, and she read the back. “I’ll take it,” she said.

I’ll never forget the look of curiosity mixed with apprehension on the submissive’s face as they left with their purchase.

But that’s not the last time I see them. Come back for more in S is for Strap On!

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As mentioned in my Theme Reveal, my character Isola is taking over! She’s going to share with you some of her crazy stories, mostly centered around working in a Sex Toy Shop. Take it away, Isola!

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Gosh, there are so many fetishes. There are ones that are totally taboo, and there are ones that a little more the norm. I can’t even decide which one of the fetishes is my favorite. But my favorite type of customer is the one who has a fetish, and they have trouble admitting it. Obviously, I want my customers to leave the store happy, and when it comes to making purchases, you have to admit what you want in order to leave happy.

Last week, this woman came in, and the first thing I thought was that she looked like a mouse. Not in appearance, but in stature. She was tiny, yes, but it was more the way she was carrying herself.

“Hello,” I said brightly. “Let me know if there’s anything I can help you with today.”

She nodded slightly, but I noticed that she wasn’t looking at me. She was looking at the floor.

I didn’t want to pressure her. I knew that I was more likely to make a sale if she felt comfortable. I gave her some time, watching her surreptitiously. She wandered the whole store, walking down every aisle, looking at every shelf. I noticed that she lingered more on the butt plugs than anywhere else.

When she had gone back to the butt plugs for the third time and wandered away again, I knew that I had my chance. I walked over to the butt plugs and started going through each one, arranging boxes neatly and tidying the area.

“Oh, I love this one,” I said, picking one up and smiling at it. I acted as though I was talking to myself, but she took the bait. I noticed that she walked a few feet closer to me, peering over my shoulder at the box. I turned to her and smiled brightly, “Sorry, did you want to look at it? It’s my favorite.”

She blushed from her neck under her modest cut blouse to the roots of her auburn hair. She shook her head slightly, but I could see her hands itching to reach for it.

“It’s okay,” I said, “don’t be shy.” I dropped my voice even though there was no one else in the store. “I don’t know about you,” I said in a conspiratorial whisper, “but I love that this one vibrates. There’s nothing quite like it.”

She looked at me for the first time, and I couldn’t tell if her eyes were always open that wide or if it was because she was surprised at what I said. I was reminded of a girl I had a crush on in high school who had these big beautiful eyes. She probably thought they were too big, but I would get lost in them if I had ever had the nerve to stare into them. I mentally shook my head to get out of my past and smiled at the woman in front of me.

I turned back to the shelf and put the vibrator back, organizing and situating boxes again, even though everything was done already. “This one is nice. The base is particularly flared, so you don’t have to worry about losing it.”

“That is a good quality,” she whispered.

Her voice was so low, I wasn’t sure that I was even supposed to hear it, but I nodded anyway.

“H-have you used all of these?” she asked, stuttering just a little.

I turned back to her. “Not all of them, but many.” I paused long enough for her to process what I was saying, “I have to say that anal play is definitely one of my fetishes.” I grinned. I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t lying.

“Me too,” she whispered.

“Well, then you should definitely pick out one of these.” I went back to the one that vibrated and held it out to her. “This one is my recommendation, but they’re all good in their own way. Let me know if there’s anything else I can help you with,” I said, and then I slowly wandered away.

She did come back to the store later. But for more on my mousy friend, you’ll have to come back for N is for Nipple Clamps!

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As mentioned in my Theme Reveal, my character Isola is taking over! She’s going to share with you some of her crazy stories, mostly centered around working in a Sex Toy Shop. Take it away, Isola!

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Edibles are one of the most fun things to pick up in a toy store. The most popular is edible underwear. Honestly, I just think they are so gross. If I am going to put underwear on my body, it’s going to be all yucky by the time you go to eat it. I guess if the length of time is short, then it wouldn’t be so bad, but at that point, why bother? I would rather just be naked. (Totally tell me if you have tried edible underwear and you like it. I’m dying to hear real stories.)

But there are lots of awesome edibles that are fun novelty items. I really like the gummy penises. They are great for bachelorette parties, sure, but I highly recommend mixing them in with a bunch of regular gummies to see if anyone notices. It’s hilarious to see people actually look at the gummies and get suddenly surprised at what they find. Just make sure you don’t leave them where kids can find them. That can cause awkward questions.

My favorite memory of this is when I went to a gaming convention. It was all tabletop games, and very family friendly, but apparently I have a reputation. I was browsing the options at one of the vendors, and all of a sudden the owner of the stand is motioning me over. I go over smiling, as I had known him at least in passing for quite some time.

“How are you?” I asked.

“Very well, and you?”

“I’m fine. What’s up?”

“I have something to show you.” He pulled out a box and opened it, holding the lid so it would block the view of anyone passing by. At first, I was afraid he was going to show me something illegal, but no, they were penis gummies. I just laughed.

“You know I sell these at my store,” I said.

He shrugged. “I thought you might, but feel free to spread the word if you know anyone else might be interested. All they have to do is ask.”

I walked away a few minutes later with a bag full of regular and penis gummies, as well as some other novelty gaming items. I didn’t do the math, but I was pretty sure he hadn’t charged me full price for the lot.

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As mentioned in my Theme Reveal, my character Isola is taking over!

But before she does, check out my post over on the A to Z site: Decisions, decisions…

And now over to Isola!

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Dungeons are a fun place, wouldn’t you agree? But what is more important than outfitting a dungeon with precisely the right materials? The answer is nothing. There is nothing more important than making sure you have the right equipment and safety items. So I am here to provide you with a list of all the most important things you can get at our store for your home dungeon.

First and foremost, if you don’t live alone, and probably even if you do, get a lock for the door. You don’t want your children or your parents wandering in on you in your dungeon. Trust me; it’s awkward.

Second, make sure you have safety equipment. If you are going to play with rope, you should have rope scissors for easy, quick release. If you have handcuffs that lock, you should have extra keys on hand, and maybe bolt cutters. If you are going to play with fire or wax, you should have burn salve. You get the idea. Hopefully, you will never need any of those things, but they are all available in our store, and I encourage you to do your research and get whatever you need to make sure that you and whoever you are playing with are safe.

Safety first people!

Then you can start looking at what toys you enjoy. Are you into impact play? Then you should look at floggers, riding crops, canes, paddles, and whips. Are you into nipple play? Nipple suction toys, clamps, and rings may be up your alley. Are you into pleasure? Vibrators, massaging oils, massagers, and feathers may be more in your league. Are you into pain? Wartenburg wheels, nipple clamps, cock cages are great for that! So are many other things. Do your research and decide what areas you are most interested in trying and start with one or two items from that genre.

If you have no idea, I would recommend attending demonstrations at a convention or a professional dungeon so you can get an idea of what you want.

My last piece of advice if you are trying to create your own dungeon is that you should do lots of research from reputable sources, ask lots of questions, and never be afraid to talk to your partner about what you both want to try.

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As mentioned in my Theme Reveal, my character Isola is taking over! She’s going to share with you some of her crazy stories, mostly centered around working in a Sex Toy Shop. Take it away, Isola!

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Ah, Corsets. They are some of my favorite and yet most hated clothing items. We sell them, in various shapes and sizes and colors. Most of them are made with steel bars now, so there are no animal bones to deal with. It’s much more humane, but they honestly aren’t as nice.

Corsets do a great job of narrowing the waist, but they can make it hard to breathe. And any woman who knows anything about corsets knows that they can make a woman with a small chest look like she has a big chest. One such small chested woman came in one day.

“Hello,” I said, greeting her as she walked in the door.

“Hello,” she said with a slight blush. It was obvious she was someone who had never been in a sex toy shop before.

“How can I help you?” I asked.

“Well, I need to get a corset,” she said.

“Okay, do you have any preferences in size or color?” I asked.

“I need it to be black or purple, and I need it to help me look like I have a big chest.”

I chuckled, “Well, any corset we have is going to make you look like you have a big chest if it’s laced right.”

“How do I know if it’s laced right?” she asked.

“I can show you how, or I can show someone else if you have someone interested in learning.”

“Thank you,” she said, but she didn’t indicate which one she preferred. I guided her back to the corset section and let her pick the color she wanted. I measured her waist and her bust and helped her choose the right size. And then I strapped her into it. It was one that once it was set, she might be able to get it back on just by unclipping the front and reclipping it, at least for a while.

I tightened it until just before it would stop her from breathing. She took a look in the full-length mirror and was surprised at what she saw.

“Look at me!” she said.

“I am,” I said with a smile. “You were beautiful before, you know,” I said. She shrugged. “There are impossible standards of beauty for women. You should accept your body for the way it is. It’s beautiful.”

“But with this corset, I have breasts!” she exclaimed.

“They are certainly accentuated,” I said.

“I’ll get him for sure with this outfit,” she said, but it was clear that she wasn’t talking to me.

I checked out her purchase a few minutes later, and I didn’t see or hear from her for another six months. Then one day she came into the shop and handed me an envelope.

“What’s this?” I asked when she handed it to me.

“Open it,” she said.

I did, and it was a wedding announcement. “Remember the day you helped me buy a corset?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“I went to the Renaissance Faire afterward with some friends. I was trying to date one of them, but he never noticed me. But thanks to that corset, he noticed, and now we’re getting married!”

“Congratulations!” I said. I wasn’t sure if I was expected to attend the wedding.

“Thank you,” she said with a smile. She showed me the ring. It was small but beautiful, and it was just perfect for her tiny hands.

“I hope that you’ll come to the wedding,” she said in her tiny voice. “We never would have gotten together if it hadn’t been for you and your great advice.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“It wasn’t just the corset that I wore. He said that it was confidence I had that made him notice me. He had never seen me so confident before. What you said about being comfortable in my own body and accepting my own beauty, that’s what made all the difference in my life. Thank you so much for helping me.”

She threw herself into my arms, and I hugged her without being conscious of what I was doing.

A few weeks later, the invitation to the wedding arrived. I sent a gift, but I didn’t attend.

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As mentioned in my Theme Reveal, my character Isola is taking over! She’s going to share with you some of her crazy stories, mostly centered around working in a Sex Toy Shop. Take it away, Isola!

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As you can imagine, there are any number of books in a sex toy shop. Some are graphic in all the right ways. Some are instructional. Some are pure entertainment. But I want to tell you about a particular customer who tried to treat my book section like a library!

One day, I went to work as usual, expecting nothing out of the ordinary. I opened up the store. I counted the cash in the cash drawer. When I flipped the closed sign to open, someone came in almost immediately. That in and of itself was unusual. I often thought that we opened earlier than we needed to, but I was paid hourly, so who was I to complain?

A tall man walked in. I don’t know his name, so let’s just call him Bob. He didn’t make eye contact with me, even when I greeted him, which wasn’t unusual. He went to the book section, and I went back to making sure everything was set for the day.

It took me a little while to realize that Bob hadn’t come back out of the book section. I wandered back there and saw him, standing with his back to me. For a moment, I didn’t understand what he was doing. And then I figured it out.

He wasn’t actually jacking off, but it was close. He had a book open in front of him in one hand, and his other hand was rubbing his cock through the outside of his jeans.

I cleared my throat, and he turned around, startled.

“Oh. Uh,” Bob said, and then he hastily closed the book and put it back on the shelf.

“Wait,” I called, but he didn’t stop, and I watched him leave, which wasn’t my intention at all.

A few days later, he was back. As before, he didn’t acknowledge me at all. He just ignored me and went back to the book section. I gave him some time, and then I went back to see if he needed any help. He was reading the same book as before, but he wasn’t rubbing against his jeans this time.

“Can I help you with anything?” I asked.

“No,” he said, and he hurriedly left again.

After the third time, I felt like I needed to say something. He entered the store, and I said, “Good morning.”

He looked at me this time at least. I stepped out from behind the counter and went back with him.

“How can I help you, Sir?” I asked. He looked like he was going to book it again. “You don’t have to leave,” I said. “Please stay and let me help you find what you need.”

He just looked at me and said, “there’s nothing you can help me with,” and then he left. I never saw him again. Weird.

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As mentioned in my Theme Reveal, my character Isola is taking over! She’s going to share with you some of her crazy stories, mostly centered around working in a Sex Toy Shop. Take it away, Isola!

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One day I was working at the sex toy shop when a woman rolled in the front door in a wheelchair.

Feeling a little saucy, I said, “Welcome to Aphrodite’s Toychest. Can I help you find your fantasy today?”

“I, no, well, I mean, maybe.” She seems thrown off by my comment.

I smile at her. “Well, we’ve got lots of toys, depending on your preferences. For yourself or to use with someone?”

“Oh. I don’t have a someone. Actually, that’s kind of why I’m here.”

I raise an eyebrow, though it’s partially hidden behind my long, straight hair. “I’ve got dolls, but there are no hookers in the back.”

She laughs, and I find her to be endearing. Generally, I am attracted to laughter, but there was something special about hers that made me tingle. Not in a sexual way, just a feeling. “Good to know,” she says. “I’m actually looking for roommates — the more open-minded variety. I run a psychic business out of my converted garage. I’m hoping to avoid the judgmental types. You know?”

I nod. “Yeah, I can see how a place with fuzzy cuffs probably has a better market for you than a grocery store.”

She hands me her ad. “Fuzzy cuffs? My ex stole my old pair. So, since I’m here…”

“Leopard, pink, purple, black, or red?” I offer.

“Hmm. My favorite color is copper. Don’t suppose you have that?”

“Not in fuzzy cuffs,” I reply. “Nipple clamps though!”

She laughs. “I’ll take the leopard print, please.”

I get them and ring her up, thanking her for her business, and promising to get the ad seen by the right people.

After she leaves, I read over the ad. She’s looking for someone for the second floor and basement in a house. It’s no mystery to me why she would need someone to live in those spaces. Unless the house was majorly wheelchair accessible, those wouldn’t be areas she could use much. Though, I didn’t know if she was entirely wheelchair bound. I hoped not, for her sake.

I hung the ad up on the board on the wall. Something was still tingling in the back of my mind about the woman. Had she given me a name? I didn’t think so. But then another customer entered.

“Hello,” I said cheerily, setting aside the thoughts of the woman looking for a roommate.

All of my thoughts were focused on the customer who had entered. Of all the things I thought I would have to deal with when I took this job, I hadn’t considered creepy guys. But here I was, looking at a creepy guy who came in at least once a week. He had never stolen anything, to my knowledge, but he would sometimes hang around and ask awkward questions. I was okay with that until he tried to take a girl home with him and didn’t take no for an answer. She had handled herself well, but I was ready to call the police if he hadn’t buggered off when he did.

He came in and wandered over to the board where I had just posted the ad. And I knew. I knew that he should not see that ad.

I got to the board at the same time he did. He was just looking at the paper when I snatched it off the board and crumpled it up.

“Hey,” he said, “what was that for?”

“I just got a call to take that down. The place has been rented.”

“So soon?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, feigning confidence I didn’t feel. “Sorry it didn’t work out for you.”

I stuck the crumpled piece of paper in my pocket and went back to the desk, watching as he perused the store. He picked out a new pair of leathers and brought them to the counter. I rang up his purchase and watched as he left.

When he was out of sight, I realized that I had pulled the paper out of my pocket and smoothed it out subconsciously. The phone number on the bottom of the ad was almost pulsing with the need for me to call it. I hadn’t been planning to move, but my lease was only month to month, so I could leave any time…

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