She smiled as if I’d asked her for a piece of gum. “Of course, we do. It’s been very popular since the introduction of50 Shadesinto the marketplace. It’s right back there, all along the back wall of that little alcove. And if you need anything else, please let me know!”
My eyes traveled to where her finger pointed. “All right, thanks a lot.”
“No problem.”
With my purse gripped tightly at my side, I walked over into the circular little dome they had created for their BDSM section of the store. I gawked in awe and curiosity at the things slung up on the wall. There were blindfolds and feather-duster-looking things. Ink pens with flavored ink and, you guessed it, those flavored lubes the cab driver yelled about for the entire world to hear. I reached for a set of handcuffs and plucked them off the wall, trying to study their weight and their strength.
But none of this stuff looked like the kinds of things I wanted to try.
Still, I walked around the dome and checked out everything. I tried to recall the sorts of things I had seen in my dreams in the hopes that it might guide me through the store. And while I picked up a few smaller things to experiment with, I didn’t see some of the things that had caught my attention at the show.
Like a paddle. Or a bar that spreads a woman’s legs open. Or chains of any sort. Or even rope.
“Finding everything okay?” the woman asked.
I jumped as she randomly appeared behind me. “Oh, good Lord. Sorry.”
She giggled. “No, my apologies for startling you.”
Then, she looked down at what I had in my hand.
“Struggling to find things?” she asked.
I furrowed my brow. “How did you know?”
She plucked the blindfold and flavored lube from my hands. “It’s the look on your face. You look like a deer in headlights.”
I blushed. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
She smiled. “What are you looking for, specifically?”
My blush deepened. “Honestly? I don’t really know what they’re called.”
“Well, describe them to me. Maybe I can help that way.”
I looked around before I cleared my throat. “There’s this, uh, bar-like thing. You know, attached to cuffs, or whatever.”
“Oh, a leg spreader?”
I blinked. “Is that really what it’s called?”
She shrugged. “Some people just call it a spreader. We have those, but they aren’t in this little dome. They’re toward the back of the store.”
I snickered. “Deeper into the mouth of the beast.”
She barked with laughter. “First time in a store like this?”
I rolled my eyes. “That obvious?”
She patted my back. “It’s okay. Things like this can be intimidating, especially when you’re doing it by yourself. Come on, I’ll show you where they are. And I think you’ll find everything else you’re looking for back here, too.”
Her touch, however slight, had a calming effect, and soon I found myself standing in front of a wall laced with everything from my dreams. There was the leg-spreader, of course, as well as four different styled paddles. There was also that whip with multiple tails that I saw at the show, something called a “ball gag,” little clamps with chains attached to them, and a host of different things that peaked my interest.
And by the time I was done grabbing for everything, I had an armful of sexual proclivities I was aching to try.
“Here, let me take some of this up front and store it away. And when you’re ready to check out, we can ring you up!” the woman said with glee.
“Actually,” I said as I looked over at the edible underwear, “grab me a couple of those extra large-size panties and we’ll be good to go!”
