The other interesting shopping experience with Sir (in addition to getting swatted at various times in a store) was checking out kinky items. Where we were on a major thoroughfare of the city had two kinky stores a few miles from each other. One I’d been to a few times when i lived in the country and visited that area for animal assisted therapy meetings. Quite convenient that I had to drive right past it! But i hadn’t gone in the eight years i’ve been back, and i’d never gone to the other store. Sir was familiar with the second one. Since we were in the area, of course we had to stop in.
Sir was specifically looking for add-ons for His magic wand, preferably something to reach my g-spot. Doms are like a dog with a bone. But there are less pleasurable things He could have focused on related to me. Both stores had mostly smaller magic wands and add-ons for them. The one we did find cost way more than it was worth. Darn.
We wandered the stores looking at the other goodies. i was saved from Sir’s enthusiasm for certain implements by the “don’t test ___” signs. But He enjoyed smacking His hands a few times with various paddles and crops, commenting on their effectiveness, and grinning at me. Wearing a face mask helped me maintain a completely straight face, and the most i responded with was a noncommittal raised eyebrow.
When one of overly helpful staff again asked if we needed anything else, i learned He was also looking for suction cups because He had left His set at home. He found a set of three that He said would do. And grinned. Those grins rarely bode well. (But i have to admit that it’s fun seeing Him having fun and happy. A happy Sir makes for a happy girl. Sometimes.) More about playing with those later.
He was also interested in butt plugs. Another overly helpful staff member showed us a set that was popular, but it was one i’d had, and while OK, it wasn’t that great. Others were large and/or expensive. She didn’t give up. Neither did He.
She brought us a smaller glass one. That glowed in the dark.
“Why would you need one that glows in the dark to go down there?”
“To make it easier to find your subbie in the dark.”
Another raised eyebrow. Don’t argue with the Dom. Just keep your thoughts to yourself.
Anyway, He thought it was a good choice, and i have to admit it’s pretty even when not glowing in the dark. It left with us.
After our next play session at His hotel, He told me to roll on my side. i did and listened to Him rummaging around. We’d gone through the various spanking implements, vampire gloves, and fun things to make me orgasm. That didn’t preclude doing more with them, but on my side didn’t go with those.
Then i felt His fingers part my cheeks and something cold and slightly slimy against my anus. That plug.
“It’s COLD.”
“I could put it in the fridge or freezer.”
“It’s not that cold.”
His first push caused a little gasp. We haven’t done any anal training in a long time. One of many things that had gotten set aside as we each dealt with the overload of aspects that goes with caring for parents and their deaths.
He paused and started pressing gently and firmly. i worked to remain relaxed. In a moment, we had success.
Sir had made a good choice. i could feel the plug, but it didn’t hurt. The base wasn’t too thick or wide, but it was big enough to stay in place. He left it probably a half hour or so and told me i could remove it.
A couple days later, we went through the same scenario, only this time He initially said i would wear it at least an hour when we went out. i wasn’t quite sure how successful that would be since He’d just given me 2 quarts, and while i was doing fine then, you just never know what’s going to happen later. We opted to wait longer before going for lunch to reduce the chance of surprises. By the time i’d cleaned up from the enema, grabbed stuff for removing the plug while out, and gotten dressed for leaving, my friend was getting uncomfortable. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t pleasant anymore. Sir checked on me, and i was willing to go longer, but He told me to remove it.
i did and washed it and asked if He wanted it back. He had purchased it, and although it was for me, i wasn’t presuming i would keep it. He said yes because we might use it again later that day, and then i could keep it before He left in the morning. i gave it to Him, and He put it safely in a bag.
And we have no idea where it went. We didn’t get it out that night, and when we were packing up His stuff in the morning, it was nowhere to be found. We looked all through the hotel room, drawers, shelves, everything. No plug.
He still hasn’t located it after returning home.
i have to admit i’m sad about it, but He said i’ll have one even if it means buying another.