The conclusion!!!

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Issac was naked, kneeling in front of me. I was holding my shirt in my hands, having already put my pants back on. And he was asking me to come back into the room.

I was frozen. I didn’t want him to see me naked. Even more, I didn’t want Nellie to see me naked. I was attracted to them both, but a threesome was a lot. I just didn’t know what to say.

“Please, ma’am,” Issac said. “I really enjoyed you taking me from behind. Mistress told me it was you, and I was so happy. Please come play with us, ma’am.”

I looked behind him, and I saw Nellie pulling the blanket off the bed and tossing it on the floor.

“Pet,” she said. “Get a clean blanket.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, turning away from me and getting up on his feet in the bedroom.

I stood in the doorway, watching him as he opened a drawer and got out a large zebra print blanket. He carefully and gently spread it across the bed. I could see his cock starting to get hard again. Not completely, but I knew it wouldn’t take him much longer to get there.

“Ma’am,” he said, and he gestured toward the blanket.

Nellie approached me. She gently touched my arm, and I looked away from the bed to her. “Isola, you know you don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

I nodded.

“Issac really likes you. He thinks you’re a beautiful woman, and he enjoyed how you made him feel. He just wants to return the favor.”

I looked down at my clothes. All black. Always. Baggy pants that would hide my imperfect thighs and ass. A black shirt that would cover up my paunchy belly. They had seen me in my bra and panties. Or at least, Nellie had. Why was it so different to be naked?

But I knew. I knew that being naked was different. It felt different. I was more exposed. Nowhere to hide. I was an expert at flipping my hair around to cover my face so that no one could see me, but I could see them.

Shit. I wasn’t sure I could do this with them. They were so nice. So sweet. And so much everything I would love to have in my life, but I just couldn’t seem to get out of my head.

“I’m sorry,” I said, and I pulled my shirt over my head and left the room, shoes in hand.

But all I could see as I left was that zebra print blanket, and imagining what Issac’s skin would like in contrast, how it would make Nellie’s red hair pop, how it would feel against my bare skin as Issac crawled between my legs… But those were all just images in my head. So why did my body burn with such desire?

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To me, there is nothing sexier than the phrase “Yes, Ma’am” or “Yes, Sir.” I can’t wait to see what Isola has to tell us!

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I discovered that the nice woman’s name was Nellie and her submissive was Issac. They had been together for just a few months and had only begun seeing each other shortly before she came into my store the first time. She and I hit it off very well. I liked her style.

Issac had been interested in being a 24/7 submissive to a woman for a long time but hadn’t had the opportunity. She had been the first woman willing to take him on. He was so excited to serve her, but it was hard breaking old habits of behavior. Now they were trying to find his comfort levels with different things. They had watched some porn and discussed what he was willing to try, but she needed some assistance in trying out some of the things he was interested in. Not having a lot of friends who were in the BDSM lifestyle, she had come to me.

One day after work, I went over to her place and knocked softly. She opened the door with her finger to her lips. I smiled, and we hugged. We had already arranged everything by text, so I knew what I was doing.

She led me through the house and into the bedroom where Issac was laid out on the bed, his wrists strapped down to the bed, a blindfold on, and his ass in the air. He looked so cute all displayed in front of me. Nellie wanted to go for a little bit of humiliation as well as some anonymous sex, at least at first. She had asked me if I would fuck him with a realistic strap on to see how he would react. She had given me the option to wear clothes if I felt more comfortable that way. If she hadn’t said that, I would have backed out for sure. Being naked in front her made me nervous.

I was comfortable enough to ditch my shirt and pants, but I left my bra and panties on and slipped the strap on over top. Nellie lubed me up, and I pressed the rubber cock to his ass. He pressed back against me, moaning softly. Well, that was positive! I pushed the tip inside him and held it there, teasing him, pulling back out. I kept repeating the process, pushing a little deeper each time. When I was buried to the end, I knew he would likely be able to tell that it was a strap on and not a person, but that was okay. Fucking him in earnest now, he pushed back against me, moaning as I fucked him.

And then Nellie came around to his wrists and unstrapped them. I could feel him falter a little bit, wondering how in the hell one person could fuck him and release his arms at the same time. And then Nellie made sure he knew that she wasn’t fucking him. She had stripped down while I was fucking him and she pressed her pussy to his face.

He inhaled deeply, and I could tell he was smelling her sweet scent. His spine stiffened as he realized for sure that Nellie was in front of him. But then he began to push back against me again, letting me fuck him as he licked his Mistress’s pussy.

This was obviously something he did a lot, because he was bringing her to orgasm very quickly. She was panting and writhing beneath him. She cried out then, and I saw her hand press his face deeper into her pussy, and I knew she had reached her climax.

When she let him go and collapsed flat on the bed, I knew it was time to remind him that he didn’t know who was behind him. I picked up the pace and began to really fuck him. Nellie worked her way lower so that she could play with his cock, and before I knew it, he was grunting.

“May I cum, Mistress?” he asked.

“Yes, pet,” she said, and he did. He came all over the blanket that was spread on the bed. I slowed my pace but continued to fuck him a little longer before I pulled out and slipped the strap on off. I laid it on the floor as Nellie had told me to do. She got up off the bed, hugged me, and thanked me at a whisper. I enjoyed watching them together, even with my limited participation. She had offered to have Issac get me off, but I was too nervous for that. I told her that maybe we could try another time.

I left the room, taking my clothes with me. I waited in the hallway, listening to see how he was taking things, but I couldn’t hear anything. Finally, the door opened, and Issac was on his knees in the doorway, no blindfold, totally naked looking up at me.

“Did you have fun, Issac?” I asked.

“Yes, miss,” he said. “Would you come back in, please?”

Whoops, I got a bit carried away with this story. I have a bit more though. Check it out in Z is for Zebra Print!

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Doesn’t this title just make you want to find some good erotica? You’re in luck!

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The couple who came in for games and strap ons came back a few weeks later.

“Welcome back!” I said with an air of familiarity.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Thank you, ma’am,” her submissive said once she had nodded her approval. His demeanor showed how much he had grown into his role.

“How did you like the strap on?” I asked her.

“It is wonderful,” she said with a grin. He looked over at her with an adoring smile. His shoulders hunched even more, and I could tell that he wanted to be beneath her in stature.

“I’m so glad,” I said. “What can I help you with today?” I asked.

“Pet,” she said, and she turned her attention away from me for a moment, “go kneel in the corner.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and he scampered off to the corner.

“He’s come a long way, if you don’t mind my saying,” I said low enough that only she would hear me.

“He has,” she said with a grin. “I am proud of him, but don’t let him hear it!” She almost giggled, and I could see that she had a carefree side. “Anyway, I would like him to branch out a little more, and I thought that it would be fun to watch some porn of things that I would like him to get a feel for.”

“Of course. We have lots of x-rated movies.”

“Wonderful,” she said with a smile.

“Great,” I said, “Right this way and you can see our selection.” We walked over to the area of the store with the videos lined up. They were all shrink wrapped but had descriptions on the back. “Is there anything in particular you’re looking for?” I asked.

“He loves the strap on,” she said, “he loves when I fuck him hard. I was thinking it might be fun to bring an actual guy in.”

“So guys only or threesomes with two guys and a girl?”

“I think threesomes,” she said.

“Those aren’t as plentiful as all guys, but we have a few.” I pulled some out for her and absentmindedly straightened up some of the videos as she read the backs and selected one.

“I think this will be perfect,” she said.

“Great,” I said. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“Well, maybe,” she said.

“I would love to try embarrassing him a little bit in front of someone else. I think he’s really into it, even if he isn’t totally aware of it. I want to do something public, but I don’t want to drag anyone into it without their consent. Do you think you could help me out?”

We were far enough away that I knew he had no chance of hearing us. “Absolutely,” I said. “Something here at the store or elsewhere?”

“You’re willing to go somewhere else to help me?”

“Sure,” I said shrugging. “Submissive guys are just so adorable. Like puppies.” She did giggle then, and so did I. “Let me give you my number and we can work out the details.”

But you, dear reader, are going to have to wait until next time to hear about what we planned out in my next blog post, “Y is for Yes, Ma’am.”

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We finally get to see what happens to the woman from Corsets!

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A few months ago, I had sold a corset to a woman whose confidence I had boosted enough that she started dating and eventually married the man she was interested in. I was very happy to have helped her, but I didn’t feel like I knew her well enough to attend her wedding, even though she hand-delivered an invitation.

I was not expecting to ever see her again, so let me tell you how surprised I was when she walked into the store a few months later, with a guy in tow.

“Hello,” she said. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

“You are?” I said, not recognizing her at first.

“Yes! This is my husband, Mario.”

I vaguely remembered that from the wedding invitation. “Hello,” I said, trying to remember her name.

“Hi,” he said, and he stepped up and shook my hand. “Krissy and I just wanted to come tell you how much we appreciated your help that day in the store. Her confidence went through the roof after that. It makes me so happy to know that you played a part in our romance.”

“Oh,” I said, “glad I could help.” I wished that I could have the same effect on my own life.

“And we wanted to give you this,” Krissy said and handed me a small envelope.

I opened it and saw that it was a thank you note. “Oh, this wasn’t necessary, Krissy,” I said, waving my hand as though I could wave away the gesture. I was so glad Mario had used her name, too.

“Of course it was!” Krissy said. “I didn’t have your address, after all.”

I shrugged. “Is that all you came down here for?”

“Well, no, not entirely,” she said with a slight blush. “Mario really liked seeing me in the corset, but we wanted to see if you could help us pick out something a little more intimate.”

“Of course,” I said. “Right this way.”

I led them over to the lingerie area and helped them pick out an outfit. When they were happy with their choice, I thought we were done and were ready to go check out, but then Mario said, “One more thing.”

He had been carrying a small backpack on his back that I hadn’t paid much attention to since we had been together the whole time. He pulled out the corset I had sold to Krissy all those months ago.

“Can you teach me how to put this on her. I’m afraid the laces have stretched out, and I don’t know what I’m doing to lace it up right.”

“Of course!” I said, and I helped them out in the back. When we were done, Krissy hugged me and thanked me again. She promised she would be back in the store for more outfits.

Such a sweet couple. I watched them go with a mixture of pride and remorse for the lack of that in my life. But I knew that love wasn’t for everyone, and it certainly didn’t seem to be for me.

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This has totally happened to me! Imagine that. 😉

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I talked about lube before, and the time that my vibrator melted, literally, all over my collection of vibrators. So as with most things, good news and bad news. The bad news, of course, was that all my vibrators were ruined, including the ones I had had a long time. But at the same time, they were pretty crappy vibrators. There were two good things: 1) my expensive Hitachi magic wand was not in that bag and 2) it was an excuse to buy more vibrators!

These were the days before I worked in the toy store, and before I knew better about these things, so I couldn’t just go to the store and buy a vibrator. I mean, I suppose I could have, but I wasn’t comfortable doing that. I had definitely lost some of the bravado of being young. So instead I went to an online retailer to buy one. I wanted that nondescript box I work so hard against now.

Now I’m not bad at math, honestly, but I do have to say that I wanted a vibrator that was long, at least long enough to fill me up. So I was only looking at vibrators that were 9+ inches long. Even though all of the descriptions gave information about their diameter and such, I didn’t really think about it. I just knew that I needed a long one.

Let me tell you how shocked I was when I opened the package a few days later. It was huge. Way bigger than any cock I had ever seen in person, and maybe bigger than any I had seen in porn. Never a quitter, I had a great determination that I was going to make it fit into my pussy and my ass, even though I knew it would not be easy, especially for the latter.

I cleaned it (because I at least knew that was wise), and then I settled into my bed a few hours before bedtime to try it out. I wasn’t wet enough, and I slid it into my mouth to lube it up. It was huge. I could barely get a few inches into my mouth. I gave up on deep throating it and licked it instead. It didn’t taste great, but that wasn’t unexpected. With the attempt at shoving it down my throat, I was turned on and getting wetter, and I was able to slide the giant thing into my pussy.

Switching on the vibrations, I moaned as it slid inside. It did fill me up with plenty left over. I was able to bend the flexible material up so that the vibrations were on my clit as well as deep inside me. It was intense, and I moaned and screamed as my orgasm overtook me.

I thought really hard about sticking it my ass as I shuddered with my orgasm. But as my body started to relax, I realized just how bad of an idea that was. I would need a lot of preparation to take a vibrator that big. I cleaned it and put it away, pleased with my new toy.

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I had not expected to meet Sandy, and I had not expected to like her as much as I did. I’m a switch. I like being dominant and submissive, but Sandy was all sub. She wanted me to tell her what to do all the time. I could see her propensity to be a babygirl from the second time I met her, and as we started a relationship, that weighed on me. I wasn’t sure I could be what she needed, but she was so cute, and she wanted me so badly. I just didn’t want her to feel like our encounter at the store with the [nipple clamps] meant that we needed to have a relationship.

I spent a lot of time that first week assuring her that there was no pressure and that I would leave her alone if she wanted me to. But it became apparent pretty quickly that she wanted there to be pressure. She wanted me to be firm with her. She wanted to be directed to do things, and I liked directing her.

Her anal fetish was fun to play with. She liked others’ asses as much as her own, and she loved licking mine. I have to admit that there is a certain amount of intimacy I love about it, and even if I didn’t like giving rim jobs, I would always love receiving them.

The first time was intense. I needed to be fucked more than I had in a long time. I had had boyfriends off and on for years, and I had no shortage of vibrators to help me get off. But since I had started seeing Sandy, I was desperate for more. I wanted to be fucked, pounded. I would have preferred feeling a guy pound into me, his balls bouncing off my ass as he fucked me, but I wasn’t sure how Sandy would react to that, so I didn’t bring it up.

Instead, I got her a strap on. When I got home from work that day, she was waiting for me in the bedroom wearing nothing but the strap on. It was sexy as hell, coming home to find her on the bed, laid out and waiting for me. The cock stood at attention in front of her as she knelt on the floor.

“Stand up,” I said, and she obeyed.

I played with her nipples a bit, watching them get perky as my fingers played. When I slipped a hand down over her rubber hard on and then beneath it to her pussy, I found her wet and ready.

“A bit turned on, babygirl?” I asked. I had tried not calling her that for a while, but I couldn’t help it. It was just who she was.

“Yes, Ma’am,” she replied.

“I can tell.” I stripped off my shirt and undid my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I pressed Sandy’s body against mine, our breasts pressing together, the strap on between us. We kissed for a long time, and then I pulled back. She whimpered when I let her go, but I reassured her, “I just need to get something,” I said.

I stepped away and went into the drawer that held my butt plugs. I picked out the vibrating one and told her to bend over. She was happy to, and I slid it along her slit, picking up her juices as I did. When it was nice and lubricated, I slipped it into her ass. She moaned when I pressed it home, and then moaned louder when I switched it on.

“Are you going to be able to concentrate enough to fuck me, babygirl?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” she said, but her voice was tight with the effort of speaking.

“Good,” I said. I stripped out of the rest of my clothes while she was still bent over, and then I got up on the bed on all fours. “Fuck me, babygirl.”

She climbed up behind me and worked the cock into my dripping pussy. I moaned as she entered me. I could tell that her concentration wasn’t as good as it usually was, but she held it together enough. She pulled most of the way out and thrust into me again. And again. And again. I loved this. I could let her do this as long as I wanted, and never have to worry about her pleasure. She was gaining pleasure from fucking me and from the vibrator in her ass. I could get fucked as long as I wanted.

As unlikely as it was for us to be together, that was decidedly one of the best relationships I ever had. It might be one of those life-defining relationships that I never quite got over.

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I have waited SO long for the continuation of G is for Games, and then we got two in a row about those two! I don’t know about you, but I’m excited!

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Those two. My goodness. I loved watching the submissive come into his own. It was great to see what an awesome relationship they had and how he grew in confidence, but also that he was so dedicated to his Domme. It was endearing, for sure.

She started bringing him into the shop regularly, and she would often tease him while they were in there. It started with things like the strap on, where he had to directly ask me for help with things. Sometimes he would have to ask me for my advice on which plug or set of clamps to buy. But although we had interacted a bit, I still didn’t know his name or hers for that matter. And I could tell that he still had some growing to do.

They came in one day near the end of my shift, and he immediately came up to me, smiling. “Hello, ma’am,” he said.

“Hello,” I said. “What can I help you with today?”

“Nothing right now, ma’am. We’re just here looking around today.”

“Oh?” I said. This was unusual. I was surprised that they weren’t looking for something specific.

“Nope, thank you though, ma’am.”

As they walked away from me, he wiggled his ass a bit, and I raised one eyebrow to their backs, but I didn’t comment.

After about five minutes, they hadn’t come back to the front of the store, so I wandered around to the back to see what they were up to. I idly straightened items on shelves and brushed the dust off of things that hadn’t been touched in a while. And then I found them in the back corner of the store. He was kneeling in the corner, and she was whispering in his ear.

I wasn’t even close to being able to hear what she was saying, but the look on his face said it all. He was wiggling from his kneeling position, and I could tell that he was hard beneath his pants. I didn’t know what she was saying, but I could just imagine what I would say if I had a sub in that position.

I know you want to touch yourself, but you can’t.

I know you’re hard for me, but you can’t adjust your cock. I hope you’re uncomfortable.

Or maybe he would be in a cage, and that would explain the bulge. I hope you’re pressing against your cage. I hope it’s uncomfortable.

But he wasn’t mine, so I could only imagine the teasing things she was doing. I walked back to the front of the store and left them to their games. They weren’t doing anything inappropriate, and truth be told, I was a bit jealous of their relationship. I would love to be a part of something like that, but… I had myself to deal with.

It wasn’t the last I saw of them though. I’ll come back to them a bit later…

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Week 4! Week 4! Week 4! Here we go…

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Remember the woman I wrote about in G is for Games who came in with her new submissive? A few weeks later, she came back. This time, her sub seemed a little more confident in his role. He followed her around the store as she perused the items, and while he still didn’t make eye contact with me, it seemed more like it was out of respect rather than fear. He was still hunching his shoulders, and his brown hair spilled over onto his forehead almost enough for me to want to brush it back.

After a while, I noticed that the woman was hovering around the strap on dildos so I thought I would go over and offer my assistance.

“Hello, welcome back.”

She smiled at me and said, “Thank you.”

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

“Well,” she said, “that’s quite possible.” She turned to her submissive. “Pet, why don’t you ask the nice lady about the strap ons. I’ll let you pick one out for me to use on you.”

I couldn’t suppress my grin as his brown eyes met mine. “Hello, ma’am,” he said, “would you mind telling me about the strap ons you have available?”

“Of course,” I said. I went through each one, pointing out some that vibrated to offer pleasure to both partners, some that didn’t vibrate at all and were hard, some that were softer, larger and smaller, smooth and realistic. When I was done, he smiled up at me.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he said. “I’ll take this one for my Mistress,” he said, and he indicated one that would offer her pleasure as well.

I could see that the woman was smiling, though he couldn’t see her. “That’s a good choice, pet,” she said.

I helped check them out, and then I said to her, “I’m glad I could help you out today. Hope you come again soon!”

“Oh we will,” she said with a grin. “We most certainly will.” When they left, I reminisced about the strap on adventures I had had with my girlfriend Sandy. I’ll have to write about that a bit later, and my unlikely relationship with Sandy.

But first, I have more stories to tell about these two coming up in my next post!

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I can’t wait to hear the conclusion of Seth’s story. I feel so bad for Isola though!

But real quick, before you read Isola’s story, open up my blog over at A to Z… Ready, Set, Go… into the home stretch of A to Z!

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Kathy looked around the room and settled her gaze on me. “Isola! Would you do me the honor of being my rope model?”

My eyes went wide.

“You don’t have to be naked,” she said. “You can be as clothed as you feel comfortable.”

As much as I wanted to say no because I was so queasy with my coworker Seth sitting next to me, I wanted to try rope play so badly, and I had never had the opportunity before. Seth had seen me in my underwear before, and I wasn’t that self-conscious. It was just different being next to him at a play party instead of passing at shift change at work.

But I nodded to Kathy.

“Wonderful!” she clapped her hands and pulled me up from the couch.

She and I spoke for a few moments, and then I slipped my skirt and shirt off so that I was standing in the middle of the room in just my lingerie. I felt my pussy contracting with excitement. I wanted someone to touch me so badly, but I knew that it was going to get worse before it got better.

I was glad that Kathy was the one doing the rope demonstration. I had known her in passing for a long time. It was definitely better than it being a total stranger. She had me stand in the middle of the room while she demonstrated a pattern that went around my breasts. With the lingerie on, it didn’t lay quite right between my breasts, but I think everyone got the idea. It was so limiting to have my hands unable to move, but my breasts thrust out to the room. I could feel my pussy getting wetter.

When she untied me, I whimpered at the loss of the restriction.

“You like this, don’t you?” Kathy teased me lightly.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said automatically. She smiled at me.

She started another one, using a hook on the ceiling this time. She did predicament bondage with me. It wasn’t particularly painful, but I vaguely remember her explaining how the use of clamps in particular places would make it excruciating, and so much fun.

“But I don’t know if our wonderful model would like that level of pain.” I could hear the joking nature of her voice, but I saw her look to me, asking for permission. My mind was at war. Seth was there, and I wasn’t sure if he was uncomfortable about me being the model, but I wished it had been all strangers besides Kathy.

My brain was running so fast, trying to decide what to do. I liked pain, quite a bit actually, and I loved predicament bondage and hadn’t had an opportunity for it before. But being nude in front of all these people… That was not happening.

I shook my head.

She untied me without another word. “Thank you so much for modeling for us, Isola. Everyone, enjoy the party!” She took me by the arm into another room and thanked me again for modeling. “I can tell this isn’t your cup of tea,” she said kindly, “but you did great.” I smiled. “But remember, you can leave anytime.”

I nodded, “Thank you.”

She patted my cheek gently as a mother would, and then we rejoined the party.

I didn’t stay long. It was uncomfortable for me. With Seth there and my intense fear of being nude in front of strangers, I found myself leaving shortly after the rope demonstration ended. It wasn’t my last play party, but I was definitely a lot more selective about which ones I would attend after that.

As I waited for my car to be brought around, Seth came out of the party and stood next to me.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” I replied, not making eye contact.

“I’m sorry if this is awkward,” he said, and I was surprised he wasn’t teasing.

“It’s not your fault,” I assured him.

“I know, I just,” he faltered. This was so unlike him. “I wouldn’t have come if I had known you would be here.”

“Me neither,” I said, and I wasn’t sure how to take his statement.

“I don’t want things to change between us.”

“Me neither,” I replied again. At the time, I was so confused about what Seth meant. Later, I over-analyzed but came to the conclusion that he wasn’t interested in me and didn’t want to see me at parties.

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Oh man. Isola is a brave woman. I can’t wait to see what happens when she goes to the party!

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I pulled up to the address written on the card my customer had given me. From her credit card, I knew that her name was Katherine, but now I saw that she went by Kathy. Past the mailbox was a long winding driveway. I drove up slowly, turning on the headlights. It was already after 9 pm, and the sun was setting rapidly.

When I got to the top of the driveway, a man wearing just a pair of short shorts and shoes waved me forward. When I angled my car where he wanted me, he opened my door for me.

“Hello, ma’am,” he greeted me. “I’ll park your car for you.”

“Oh!” I said, surprised.

He handed me a ticket as I stepped out of my car. “You can use this to pick up your car at the end of the night.”

“Um,” I said, uncertain, “What if I want to leave early?”

“That’s no problem, ma’am,” he said. “I will be available out in the parking lot until 11, and then after 11 I’ll be waiting inside the door to get cars for those ready to leave.”

“Oh, thanks.” At least I knew I could still leave any time.

The instructions on the invitation said to wear whatever I was comfortable in, down to nothing, but that public-appropriate attire should be worn until entering the house. It also said to bring condoms if you intended to have sex, and that toys would be clean and available. Bringing my own toys was acceptable but at the risk of losing them if they got mixed up in what belonged in the house.

I had opted to bring nothing but a small clutch purse with a few condoms, just in case. I didn’t expect to really do anything. I just wanted to check it out, and I knew Kathy wanted me to be there. Okay, well, she told me she did anyway.

The door was opened almost immediately as I approached it.

“Welcome, ma’am,” another man said. He was dressed exactly the same as the one out in the parking lot. That gave me pause. Were they employees?

“Hello,” I said. I was wearing lingerie under my clothes that I would be comfortable in throughout the party, but for now, I was wearing a comfortable knee-length skirt and a t-shirt.

“Right this way, ma’am,” another gentleman said, beckoning me forward.

I walked that way, and he brought me into a large living room. There were about five other people there, in various states of undress. I didn’t recognize any of them, so I sat down on an empty love seat. I hoped no one would sit next to me, but there were no single chairs left to choose.

As I sat, looking around, I smiled awkwardly at the other people. They were all engaged in quiet conversations already, and I didn’t want to interrupt.

Then I heard a click of heels and Kathy was standing in front of me.

“Welcome everyone!” she said brightly. “Most of you have been here before, so no worries there, but I want to extend a warm welcome to Isola who is here for the first time.” She gestured toward me, and I inclined my head slightly.

I heard footsteps coming from the same hall I came in.

“Oh, goodie! I’m glad you made it!” she turned to someone behind her and gave him air kisses on both cheeks. All I could see were his feet, but they looked familiar. Oh shit. “Seth, this is everyone; everyone this is Seth.” She paused, looked at me, and said, “Oh, well you two know each other, I’m sure!” She guided Seth over to sit next to me.

Why had it not occurred to me that Seth could be here? Why? I was an idiot.

I am sure Kathy said other things. I’m sure she gave some instructions, maybe introductions, but I totally missed it. The last thing I wanted was for Seth to be here.

I glanced in Seth’s direction, but he was looking anywhere but at me.

I vaguely heard Kathy’s heels as she walked away, and then suddenly she was back, and she had another guy in the same outfit as the two I had already encountered, but this was one carrying a long length of rope.

“It’s time to get our rope on…” she said.

And you can hear all about that in R is for Rope next time!

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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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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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