Emily Peeks Into A Bondage Shop

Emily loved to shop. It was a vice that her parents and all of the little platonic things she called boyfriends had tried to get her out of, but there was something about buying things that made her forget her issues. If she was stressed about an exam, then there was no greater solution for her then getting that top she always wanted. It meant she was always dressed in new and fresh clothes, but it also meant that her wallet strayed more towards empty then full.

More then just shopping, she enjoyed shopping in bizarre or off the beaten path places. That little antique shop off the highway? Awesome. The place that sold candles hand carved into cute animals? She bought out the whole store. And this habit of hers tended to go with her libido issue. Libido issues are serious in someone who is magically bound from having sex. For instance she had eight different vibrators, from the smallest butterfly to the power motored Hitachi.

It's why when she noticed that there was a little shop with leather bondage gear in the outlet mall she was in, she couldn't help but have a look see. Now, Emily wasn't an idiot. She'd avoid kink stuff in the past because she knew one dick would be enough to ruin her life. Hell, she'd even considered buying a chastity belt before. One of those steel ones that you can wear for months on end, and that would stop anything resembling a penis in it's tracks. But when she reached the "no masturbation" clause, she decided that perhaps she didn't need it to protect herself.

As she entered the shop, she wondered if they had one of those belts. Maybe there was a model that would let her masturbate?