“Shall we go shopping before getting dinner, Jack?” Karen asked me. “I found an interesting store.” She showed me the place on her phone and it looked like it filled the bill; I had known we wouldn’t have much trouble finding a place in this city that had the items Karen had in mind to buy. “Looks good,” I said, “let’s go.”
A half hour later we found ourselves in the Las Vegas Adult Emporium, me with a red plastic shopping basket in hand, and we were like two kids in a candy store. I thought I’d been around the block a few times but I was seeing things I didn’t know existed and I’m sure Karen was too. Of course many of the items had very obvious purposes, sometimes not necessarily pleasant for whoever was on the receiving end.
It didn’t take us long to pick out a collar and leash set, the first toy I had suggested last night to Karen’s enthusiastic agreement. We found a simple black leather collar with a chrome ring attached to it and a nice chain leash with a leather handhold, and as I looked at it in my shopping basket I felt light headed thinking about wearing it. I knew Karen would have me doing many things later on, but even just the thought of being on a leash held by her hand was intoxicating to me.
We then picked out a nice set of padded leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and naturally they had large rings on them for tying the wearer in any way desired. Karen also grabbed a large bundle of soft cotton bondage rope, and then surprised me a little by adding a set of very traditional looking police handcuffs to our basket. “Have you fantasized about arresting someone?” I asked her with a smile.
“My father was a cop,” she replied, “and every time I saw the handcuffs he wore on his belt I couldn’t help thinking about what it would be like to snap them on my lover’s wrists.”
“I guess you’re going to find out,” I said. “Yep,” she replied, giving me that crooked grin.
We added to our basket a beautiful Scottish tawse, hand-made with two long and heavy black leather side-by-side straps, with a brown and black pattern on the handle. I had the feeling I would be having a love-hate relationship with this item that would start tonight and continue for a long time to come.
That feeling was reinforced when Karen tossed a ball gag into our basket. I glanced at it and then looked up at her. “We’ll need to keep the noise down tonight,” she said, letting some butterflies loose n my stomach.
Next we came to a display case with an assortment of butt plugs, which I anticipated Karen would want to use on me. As we looked them over she asked, “What size should we get, Jack?” Since I had never had anything in my ass before her insistent fingers the night before, I mumbled something about starting small. “That’s fine Baby,” she said, “but let’s get a larger one too… we’ll work up to it.”
Then it was time to choose a strap-on harness, which Karen had said she wanted to try wearing to further violate me. It didn’t take long for her to decide that one in particular had a realistic penis dildo that closely resembled my own in size and shape. “You’re going to find out what it would feel like to be fucked in the ass by you,” she whispered to me, setting my cock swelling against the rubber bands I still wore.
This harness had the added bonus of another dildo on the inside that would go inside her vagina, and I thought to myself that this would inevitably lead to her fucking my ass long and hard enough for her to cum herself.
After grabbing a tube of lubricant expressly designed for anal sex we made our way to the store cashier, an attractive young woman with a severe haircut and rather extensive tattoos and piercings. As we placed our items on the counter I wondered if she was curious which one of us would be on the receiving end of all this gear. “Did you find everything you were looking for?” she asked us.
To my embarrassment Karen quickly settled the question of who the sub was by replying a little nervously, “Actually no. Do you have, like, a small flogger that would be good to whip a penis with?”
The cashier replied that she did, and went off to retrieve the item she had in mind from a nearby display case. She quickly returned and presented us with a very short flogger having only 4 thin leather strips at the business end. “This works really good,” she told us, and smiled at me while adding, “it’s small enough that you can aim it exactly where you want it to go. Anything else?”
“Um, do you,” Karen began, “have anything that would, uh, make it hurt when he got hard?” My face was probably turning a little red at this point.
“Well,” the cashier said, “a lot of people use the Gates of Hell, but my boyfriend says they just squeeze him and don’t really hurt. Maybe you’d like to try this,” she said, and reached down below the counter.
What she brought up was the most menacing-looking sex toy I had ever seen. It was a hinged stainless steel cock ring, more like a sleeve really, being at least an inch and half long with dozens of pointed screws that would be aimed at the hapless cock inside it. A tiny padlock kept the device closed around the penis, and it even came with a small hex key to adjust the depth of the screw points.
“I love this, my boyfriend says it hurts like hell when I start getting him hard,” the cashier said, again looking at me and smiling, clearly knowing what I was in for and enjoying the thought.
“Oh… well this looks perfect,” Karen said, “I think that’s everything for now.”
Our purchases added up to a pretty penny; this stuff was pricey. “I guess we can’t expense this,” I said, and Karen laughed.
With our shopping complete and our new toys bagged I started to leave, but Karen had another idea. “Do you have dressing rooms?” she asked the cashier.
“Yes,” she said and pointed the way. “You can try things on in there but no actual sex is allowed.” I then noticed the small video monitoring screens behind the counter and realized that nothing would be private in those dressing rooms.
We made our way back to the dressing rooms and went into the nearest one. After closing the door Karen said, “Jack, don’t you love this stainless steel thing? Let’s get rid of those rubber bands and go ahead and put it on you.”
As she was taking it out of the package I lowered my pants and briefs and took the rubber bands off of my cock, grateful to finally be rid of them but also knowing that something worse would momentarily replace them. I glanced at the small camera mounted up high in the corner and began to get aroused thinking the cashier might be watching. “Karen,” I said, “I’m too hard to put this on now.”
She looked at my erection and said, “I’ll have to fix that, Jack” and took out her brand new little flogger. Before I could utter a word of protest she took the head of my hard cock in her hand and brought the flogger down hard on my shaft, making a loud snapping sound that I was sure could be heard in the store.
“Jeez,” I gasped, “that really hurts.”