Tamed so Easily

After charging on my debit card I unlocked the electric scooter and started googling the nearest grocery store. It was maybe a seven minute ride on the scooter. I turned out onto the sidewalk and started puttering along. The smooth gliding movement sure beat walking.

I listened to the prompts from maps and jammed out to my “Feel Better” playlist Derrick made for me before the tension between us hit the breaking point. I kept my eyes gazing around as I traveled soaking in where everything was. One dark store with tinted windows caught my eye. “Night Moods” in beautiful gothic calligraphy. I stopped and looked at the door. A sign on it said only 18 years and older were allowed to enter. I blushed lightly and promised myself I would drop by on my way back. Spoil myself a little.

Soon enough I was in front of a chain grocery store. After properly locking up the scooter the way they had shown me I entered the store. The thought dawned on me that it would be wise to buy a backpack too. I sighed, regretting that I packed so light.

Walking into the store I headed first to school supplies and started loading up a cart. Backpack, notebooks, pens, post-its, then I went for general goods and picked up a set of Tupperware. Already my new backpack would be half full so I filled the rest with cans of soup and a nice steak to treat myself with later.

Checking out cost me a hefty amount and I started packing everything in my new bag. It barely zipped close as I hefted it over my shoulder and got on my way to the dorms. Following my promise I stopped at “Night Moods.”

I had to bring my scooter in with me as there was nowhere to lock it up outside. As I opened the front door my eyes were met with a smorgasbord of tantalizing things. Corsets, see through bras, crotchless panties, flavored panties, flavored condoms, a wall fully dedicated to a variety of exotic dildos. I did my best not to gape at it all. There was nothing so risqué at home.

A woman with black buns on her head and goth clothes walked through the racks on heeled leather boots that reached her knees as she stalked towards me, “No minors, get your ass out of here.” She started to push me.

“Hey, I’m not a minor Goth Queen of the universe. I’m nineteen, want to see my ID?” I pushed back our strength closer to even than I’d like.

“That's the Queen bitch of the Universe to you.” She held out one hand as I got a good luck at her face. She had pale makeup on, lips black as sin. Her eyebrows were pierced and notched. Her nose sported a bull ring and her septum was pierced with a spike. Her eyes were blood red from contacts. Her breasts were as pale as my, like they had never seen then sun. Pushed together in a black lacy corset and presented like they were on a platter for full view. WIth the heels she was taller than me.

“Fine,” I whipped out my wallet and ID and handed it to her. “Here you go.”

She eyed me as she snapped some gum in her mouth. After some heavy eye rolling she looked at it and saw when I was born, “Virgo. Looking in a sex shop? Must have Mars rising when you were born.”

“You’re into astrology?” I didn’t put much weight into it but to each their own.

“You got a problem with astrology?” She arched one perfectly shaped eyebrow as she looked down her nose at me.”

“No, no problem. I just wanted to know the Queen a little better,” I tried to put on my best winning smile. “Well I do have a problem.”

“Oh, are you looking for a solution?” She gazed around the room at all the toys. “You could say I’m familiar with the selection here. If your problem is what I think it is.”

I swallowed at the glimmer of lust in her eyes as she looked at everything. “I’m looking for a solution, I need relief, I’m all bricked up. I… there wasn’t a shop like this at home and I have no idea where to start.”

She took one of my hands like I belonged to her, pulling me to a counter. “You a virgin?”

“No!” I said defensively. “I’ve had two partners. One more adventurous than the other.”

She set the scooter aside, swiping it from my hand as she snapped her gum again. “Who do you swing for?”

“I like to sit on the fence and admire both. I’m greedy that way.” She shared a knowing smile with me and I smirked.

“Well, swings both ways. You look pretty for a guy. You more of a pillow prince, or do you do the work?” She leaned back her elbows on the counter behind her as her corseted breasts thrust themselves at me.

“Oh, I do the work. I like to spoil my partner.” I smiled at actually being able to share my preferences with someone. Not having even talked to Derrick or Sandra about this.

She smiled at me, “A giver? I like that. But you’re looking to do what with your partner?”

I felt my smile slip a little, “Oh, I’m single right now. This is more of a self care shopping.”

She nodded as she chewed on her gum. “Ok I can work with that but we need to talk about your preference. You comfy with that?”

I nodded as I set my backpack down and put my hands in my pockets to hide the sweat building on them. “Yeah, you’re the professional.”

She walked around the counter and produced a notepad and pencil. “Don’t worry, I’ll give this to you when we’re done.” She made a quick number list and looked at me with a smile, “Ok, have you had vaginal sex?”

I nodded and swallowed, I felt myself blush under the hungry gaze that suddenly washed over her face. “I haven’t had anal sex.”

She nodded and wrote it down, “Well, how about masturbating? How often?”

”I haven’t been able to do it for a bit. Maybe once a month,” I shrugged, looking down embarrassed.

”Only once a month?! Fucking hell.” She gaped at me as I looked away, cheeks burning like fire. “Ok, what is your living situation? Roommates, thin walls, what’re we working with here.”

“I’m in a dorm, I haven’t seen my roommate yet but I’m assuming he will be there.” I pulled my hands free and rubbed them on my jeans. “I am hoping he won’t be there though, that would be nice.”

“Hmmmmm,” She began taking notes as she tapped fingers on the counter with little clicks. “We can hope that you and him will have opposing schedules and you won’t be in the room at the same time. So we will want to get you something that will get you there quickly…” She looked at my crotch, “What kind of package size do you have?”

“Isn’t that a little too personal?” I couldn’t make my face or ears any hotter as she stared at me. After a few moments I broke, “A little bigger than average.” The humiliation that flooded me stirred something in my guts I had never known was there.

She nodded, “Ok, do you stimulate yourself anally when you have some time for self love?” I shook my head but something in my eyes must’ve shown my interest. “I’m gonna grab you a couple things. If they don’t please you we can continue to explore what scratches your itch.” The clacking of her heels sounded through the silence of the store. She snatched a few things quickly on the shelves and was back in front of me. Setting them down I gazed at the two items she had snagged.

She pointed to one, “This is a pretty well reviewed pocket pussy. Lube it up and use it to stroke yourself off. The soft silicone gives way pretty easily and the ridged inside provides extra stimulation to get you to that peak quicker.” I picked it up and squished it in my hands, it had just enough firmness as I slipped a finger into it using the package as a barrier between my hand and it. “That's the standard size so it’ll feel nice and snug on you. If you plan on using it with someone else make sure they’re not packing some serious heat.”

She motioned to the hard packaged egg shaped device and little remote, “This is my personal favorite, remote controlled vibrating egg. Coated in soft silicone so with a little lube it slips into anywhere you want. You can use it all sorts of ways, use it on your nipples, the head of your dick while you work yourself, or slip it inside. It's got three speed settings, and three vibration styles, constant, timed pulse, variable pulse. Ring on a string for retrieval when you’re finished. I recommend using this when you have a wider window to explore.”

I looked at the two toys and flushed with excitement. “I’ll take them.” One final charge on my card for the day and I stuffed them in my bag, “I didn’t get your name. I’m Tim.”

She tore free the page she was writing on and folded it up handing it to me. “Well if you’re looking to explore my name and number is on the paper.”

“Why’re you giving me your number?” I was a little flabbergasted that she would do something like that to a stranger.

“You’re a small town boy, new to a scene that I see excites you. And I like guiding lost little songbirds to the cages they belong in.” She placed the scooter in my hands, “Off you go.”

As I stood outside the store I unfolded the paper and looked at the list of ideas she had written down and gulped. Crops, cuffs, spreader bars, and at the bottom was a little note, “I’ll show you the ropes sometime. Bitch Queen of the Universe, Veronica.” I was pretty sure she meant that literally.