I nodded, helped her with her bag and called a taxi. A half-hour later we were walking into the room. I dropped her bags before my arms gave out. Then I saw the look on her face. I opened my arms and she came over and buried her face in my chest. I just held her for a few minutes until she relaxed. Eventually we ended up on the bed where we cuddled until I felt her finally relax.
“Sorry, Kitten. I didn’t mean to get into a fight with Kris. I know that was hard for you. I promise, nothing but fun between now and Sunday,” I said.
“Ok Daddy,” she said, her voice muffled in my shirt. Then she pulled back and grinned. “So, does that mean we can go to Rachelle’s now?”
I shook my head.
“Feeling better, are we?” I asked
“Welllll, I find shopping for sexy things boosts my spirits,” she said, giving me a mischievous grin. I shook my head in defeat and told her to get ready. She bounced out of bed and in record time we were out the door.
The first time we went to Rachelle’s store, Kitten was nervous as hell. Of course, we’d only been seeing each other for a few weeks and Rachelle, while a sweetheart, can be intimidating at first. Plus, I was dragging her there to buy lingerie and sex toys, which worried Kitten a bit.
But now she was an eager Kitten. She wanted new lingerie and toys. And, just as significantly, to pump Rachelle for information on the club. We were both nervous. I was concerned because I was uncertain what to expect, no matter how much research I did.
Kitten was nervous because she wanted to wear the right outfit and lingerie for the occasion. Again, not something I thought my fiance would ever have to worry about.
When we walked through the door of the boutique, Rachelle turned and smiled. Kitten walked over and gave her a hug. Others might view such a warm welcome as odd, but Rachelle was just that kind of welcoming, friendly person. As for Kitten, I think she viewed Rachelle as a part of her sexually growing up process.
“It’s good to see both of you,” Rachelle said. “It’s been far too long. And look at you, Kitten. You look much better than when I saw you last.”
Kitten blushed but didn’t argue the point. Rachelle was the kind of woman that arguing only went so far, and she didn’t have much time for false modesty. If she said you were a thing, odds are she was right and you should just accept it and move on.
“And you, Ben. Other than needing to dress nicer, you are looking much better. Carrying less sorrow with you, I think,” she said.
See? She was right on both counts.
Kitten cut in, as she was practically bouncing on her toes.
“Daddy, can I?” she started. I waved my hand and she began moving quickly through the store. It was similar to unleashing a kid at a Toys R Us, except this was sex toys and lingerie. She went over to a shelf and quickly pulled out a glass dildo, scrutinized it, nodded her head, and continued to look at the other things for sale.
“She is a remarkable young woman. So much more confident in who she is now compared to two years ago, when she knew she had desires but had no idea what to do with them,” Rachelle said, as the two of us trailed behind Kitten at a distance.
“She is remarkable, but she also manages to surprise me from time to time.”
Rachelle smiled, knowing exactly what I was talking about.
“You are surprised she wants to go to the Club. I am not. It makes perfect sense. She’s young, beautiful, desirable, hungry for new experiences, but also wants to be safe. She is safe with you, and the Club is a safe space to be with you,” she said.
I stopped and casually looked at a 12-inch long dildo. Thankfully, Kitten hadn’t. She already had a couple in her hands and had moved along to butt plugs.
“It’s the paranoia and insecurity of a 50-year-old man with a much younger fiance. Intellectually I know she loves me and she’s explained why she wants to go. And I’m fine with that. But emotionally…” I started before trailing off.
Rachelle took a few steps in front of me, then turned around, blocking Kitten and I from being able to look at each other. She got a serious look on her face.
“She loves you; you love her. I caution against overthinking things or questioning her motives. I have seen men do this before and it never ends well for the couple. Besides, she initiated the idea. That’s always a good sign,” she said.
“How so?”
“I find when it’s the man who suggests the idea, he’s just looking for an excuse to cheat. When it’s the woman, the relationship is already healthy enough that visiting such a club may cause nerves, but not drama.
“I’ll be there with you tomorrow night and you’ll be my guests. As I am well known so people will not give you any trouble unless they want to end up on my…. bad side,” she said.
I never wanted to know what it was like ending up on her bad side.
“Your Kitten wants to have fun, play with you, and have people watch her. There will be many men and women there tomorrow night who will deeply envy you and your good fortune. So, what are we not going to do?” she asked.
I laughed. “Overthink things. You sound like my best friend.”
“She is a very wise woman. You should have brought her or would she have been scandalized?” she said.
“Meg hit a few of these back in the day and I have no idea what she was up to last summer in Europe, but she’s bringing two guests to our wedding. So no, she wouldn’t be scandalized. She just doesn’t want to see me naked.
Rachelle stared at me for a moment, similar to a butcher sizing up a piece of meat.
“Hmmmm, her loss,” she said, and then reached up and touched my beard. “You think your Kitten will draw all the attention tomorrow night. You underestimate how many will be attracted to you, mon cheri.”
That was the moment when Kitten choose to come around the corner with her hands full of dildos, anal plugs, and an assortment of nipple clamps. She had an odd look on her face.
“Bankrupted me yet, Kitten? I asked as she walked up to the counter and placed everything there.
“Hardly. I haven’t even hit the lingerie section,” she said. “Rachelle, can you help me pick out a few things? Daddy, if you want you can wait in the change room. He can come in and watch me model things, right?”
Rachelle smiled. “Of course. And I think you’ll find our change rooms are very…. discreet. I pride myself on privacy for my customers.”
Kitten’s eyes lit up and I could feel my cock getting hard. This was going to be an appetizer for tomorrow night’s activities.
“Oh, before we go through some lingerie, can I show you some of my dress choices for tomorrow? I’m just trying to figure out what to wear,” Kitten asked. Rachelle nodded her assent, and Kitten opened her phone and showed a series of dresses that were now hanging in the hotel room. I could hear Rachelle veto a couple.
“Oh no, dear. Latex looks sexy, but it’s not easy to get off quickly, is it? Mmmm, maybe not. Oh, that has potential,” she said.
Kitten vetoed my offer to help her pick a dress. Aside from wanting Rachelle’s more professional advice, she also wanted it to be a surprise. I wandered around the store, looking at the different things, while the two of them hit the lingerie section.
Yes, I could have wandered over, but Kitten was having fun finding clothes with Rachelle. Seeing that I must be looking a little lost, Rachelle intervened.
“If you want to go through those doors, you’ll see a change room with ‘private’ on the door. Go in there and get comfortable. We’ll be a while, but it’ll be worth the wait, I promise,” she said.
I took the hint. In the back were two standard-looking change rooms. I opened the door with the ‘private’ sign and took a moment to absorb everything. There were several pictures of erotic art, an oversized leather couch was against one wall, and a small refrigerator. Inside was a bottle of white wine, along with some water and snack foods. A note on top of the fridge said to help ourselves. There was also a Bluetooth speaker that I could sync with my phone for music.
Finally, there was a translucent privacy screen, allowing Kitten to be able to change. It was a nice set-up.
I spent some time fussing with getting music playing, and then after that tried to read a book online. The last time we were here, Kitten bought lingerie emphasizing pet play and her littleness. Rachelle helped her with that. Now I wondered what she would come up with now.
After about 30 minutes, the door opened. Kitten burst through with a small mountain of clothing and made a dash for the screen before I could see what she had. Rachelle stuck her head in and smiled.
“Your Kitten has excellent taste. I have some other customers to take care of, but do take your time, and don’t worry about being disturbed. You’ll have plenty of privacy back here.”
I said thanks and Kitten began tossing clothes over the top of the screen. Rachelle gave a quiet laugh and closed the door.
“Having fun, Kitten?” I asked.
“I always have fun spending your money, Daddy,” she said. Which wasn’t entirely accurate; she still flinched when I paid for things like plane tickets or meals. She told me she was looking forward to graduating and having a real job for no other reason than to start paying for more things herself.
But for ‘fun’ things like lingerie, sex toys, and items she knew we were both going to get a charge out of, she had relaxed her views.
“So, how much damage are you doing to me today?” I asked. I knew it would be considerable, but hearing her giggle after the year we’d been having was not something you could put a dollar figure on.