Beg for It(60)

Now they were making the rounds of shops and bars on South Street. Holding hands. Stopping to look in store windows. Behaving like idiots, Corinne thought fondly as she made Reese pose for a selfie in front of a particularly funky splash of street art.

Across the street, a giant sign for CondomLand caught her eye. Next to it, though, was another shop. Smaller sign, but a better window display.

“Wow…is that what I think it is?” She pointed at the black leather bondage suit on the mannequin and shot Reese a gleeful grin.

Reese snorted softly. “Yeah. I’m sure. Please don’t tell me you want me to wear one of those.”

“Is that your hard limit?” She stood on her toes to kiss him.

“It might be.”

She tugged his hand. “Let’s go in anyway.”

He sighed but complied, following her across the street and into the shop, which did not fail to delight her as much from the inside as it had from out. Long shelves lit with neon featured a plethora of sex toys in packaging ranging from discreet and classy to outlandish and porny. Something for every taste. Different racks held costumes and clothing, while an upstairs loft promised more treasures. While she hadn’t planned this, Corinne already had a purchase in mind when she started toward the back wall with Reese in tow.

The first time around, there’d been no fancy sex shops for her to peruse. There’d been a few adult video stores in town, but they’d been seedy and gross. She’d done her ordering from an online catalog, hoping that the products she had to order sight—and fit—unseen would work.

“What are you looking for?” Reese asked.

“Something for you.”

“Oh, man.” He laughed, sounding embarrassed.

She looked at him, taking in the jeans, the button-down with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, the athletic shoes. The baseball cap. He looked so different than the all-black-wearing club kid he’d been, and different, too, from the high-powered business mogul he’d turned into. The frat-boy look made him seem younger.

“Don’t worry, puppy,” she promised. “You’ll like it.”

“I’m gonna go upstairs and look around.”

“Okay,” she answered absently, already consumed in her discovery of everything laid out on the shelves and wall hooks in front of her. “Text me if you need me.”

“Help you find anything?” This helpful question came from a pretty young man wearing a black T-shirt that said HERS on the front in swirly white letters.

That, along with the thin leather collar at his throat, gave Corinne a small pause. She’d had only briefest foray into the world of real-life kink. Reese had the one-up on her in that department. The things they’d done in the past had grown out of fantasy and simply pursuing whatever it was she thought they’d both like, but somehow now, with all this information available to her, it seemed more important to educate herself.

Or something.

“I’m looking for some things for…umm…my boy.” She cleared her throat, watching the clerk’s face for any hint of surprise or distaste or anything that would make her want to turn around and flee the store.

He only nodded, looking thoughtful. “Yes, miss. What sorts of things are you interested in? We have really great new chastity devices that came in, people have had some great things to say about them.”

“Umm…chastity…?”

He smiled. “Yeah, so, they’re cages you lock up his cock in, so he can’t get hard or come without your permission.”

“Oh, wow.” Corinne pressed her lips together, thinking about that. As much as she loved teasing and denying him, she wasn’t sure locking up Reese’s cock was exactly what she was going for. Not yet, anyway, though the idea had…potential. “I’m actually looking more for a harness and strap-on.”

“Oh, sure. We have a really great selection over here, let me show you.” He gestured, but allowed her to go first, staying a deferential distance behind her. “So, you’ve had a setup in the past and you’re looking to replace?”

She nodded. “Yeah, but it was a long, long time ago. Like, over ten years.”

“I was only twelve back then, so I can’t tell you I know anything about what they were like, but I’m going to bet they’ve improved,” the clerk said with a grin. “Let’s get you fitted out. Do you want to start with the harness first, or the cock? What size are you going for? If your boy can take a lot of girth, we can start here.”

Corinne, eyes wide, looked up at the racks of hanging dildos, some as long as her arm and twice as thick. “Something a little less intimidating to start, I think.”

“Sure. Would you like a natural looking penis, with balls? We have some that can squirt, like ejaculation. I don’t care for those, myself, they’re hard to clean.” He pointed. “Or do you want something that’s not anatomically correct?”

“I guess the question is, do I want to look like I have a real penis or not?” She moved closer to the selection, considering. The one she’d had back then had been rigid, smooth, ill-fitting.

“Yes. It’s really up to you, miss.” The young man lifted a box off the wall. “Something like this is nice for beginners, or if your boy hasn’t had anything for a while. It’s curved here, for prostate stimulation. Three colors. Made of high quality materials, easily cleanable. Comes with a storage pouch, and you can fit it to any one of these harnesses over here, using an O-ring system, so if you find a harness you really like, you can switch out the cocks.”