Heavenly Toys

Heavenly Toys is a sex shop that sits all on its own in a nearly, but never completely, empty parking lot. You pull up and wait for a few minutes before an Escalade rolls up. The driver steps out and opens the door, helping both Abby and Aubrey out of the large vehicle. He nods his head deep enough that you might call it a slight bow, before he hops back in the vehicle and pulls over to a parking space and pulls out his phone.

Uber is really trying these days. You step out of the car and walk up to the store, the girls already went inside, even though they had to have seen you. Entering into the shop, a large section of Halloween outfits crowds the door. With the holiday just a couple weeks off, it’s big business, and Aub and Abby are looking through the racks.

“There he is,” Aub sings. “Our resident sissy cuck.” She stops you on your way to Abby. “Little Jack, I just want to say that I’m sorry. I was so mad at you before because, well…” She turns so that you can both see Abby. “Just look at her. You don’t deserve her. I never cared that you hung out with us in high school but when you followed us to college and tried to be her boyfriend. It was just… unfair, you know. Some other guy, some other man could have had a real shot at her but you were cock blocking with that tiny nub you call a dick. But now I understand.” She smiles at you, such a genuine and warm smile. You almost feel good, but the repeated insults won’t let you get there. “It’s because you want cock and you realized the best way to get the best cock is if you’re next to the hottest chick on the planet. Now, now!” She holds a hand up as you try to interrupt. “I saw the video, we showed it to the other ladies at Lacy Jay’s, we all loved it. You were spectacular in your natural state. We just need to get someone over you to pound that pussy. As a sign of our renewed friendship, because my best friend has what she deserves now, a real man, not just some sissy cuck trying to play the part, I’m going to give you a little warning. See, Abby’s a little pissed. She told you to beg Jack to fuck both of you but you only begged him to fuck her.”

Your jaw drops and your blood runs cold. She’s right. You did forget. But, doesn’t she want Jack to fuck her more than she wants him to fuck me? That doesn’t matter and you know it. What matters is that you failed to follow orders.

“Okay, cuck, go on and face the music.” She turns and goes back to the rack of slutty clothes, paying you no further attention.

Your feet slide across the crappy linoleum floor as if they’re encased in cinder blocks. Your heart rate spikes while your stomach does back flips.

“Um… Hey Abby.”

“You humiliated me.” She flicks through costume after costume. “I told you what to do and you did everything except the most important. You proved that you don’t respect me.” She looks down at you, her emerald eyes piercing you like knives.

“No! I do! I do respect you. I respect you more than anyone in the world!”

“How am I supposed to believe you?”

You aren’t sure how to prove you respect someone but you’re willing to try. “Anything! I’ll do anything you want, Abby.”

“Fine, get on your knees and apologize. If you’re truly sorry, you’ll beg from your knees.”

You don’t hesitate. Your knees slam on the hard floor as you look up at her. “I’m so sorry.”

“I can’t trust your word, little Jack. You say one thing and do another. You have to apologize with your actions.” She moves a foot toward me, her perfect pale skin wrapped by the strings of her high heel all the way up her calf. “Kiss my foot to prove how sorry you are.”

Well, we are covered by all the clothes racks so only Aubrey will see. You lean forward and kiss her foot. Then sit back up and look up to her with pleading eyes.

Abby’s eyes burn with rage. “Is that it? That’s how sorry you are?”

“No, I didn’t mean…” You go back to her foot and kiss it over and over. At home this would be hot as fuck. You love kissing her feet. But in public? That’s another story.

She walks away so you stand and follow but she rounds on you with the same rage. “So that’s it? You disrespect me, and that’s all the apology I get. I don’t know. Maybe you don’t love me like you use to say. Maybe you’re not as committed as I am to this relationship.”

“You moved!”

“Oh, so I’m supposed to have my day and mood ruined and then stand around for you to say you’re sorry? Is that it? I’m just supposed to revolve around you?”

You drop back to your knees to keep kissing her feet. Aub comes over and the two talk as if you’re not even there. When they walk further down the rack, you crawl on your hands and knees to get back into position.

Someone giggles from down the rack and you look back to see a girl and her man snickering and talking while they look at you.

“Abby, people are looking.”

“You know what. If you don’t want people to see us together, then maybe we shouldn’t be together.”

“No! That’s not what…” Fuck! This situation is so fucked up.

Her recent texts come to mind, about where you would be without her. Wouldn’t you rather be at her feet than nowhere near her? She’s a fucking twenty on a scale of one to five. She’s a goddess come down to the mortal realm and you get to be with her. Yes, she’s talking about fucking another guy. Yes, she’s said she’s not going to let you fuck her. But who would? You have a tiny baby dick. No one is going to want to fuck it. This is the best thing that you could ever hope for. Whoever you’re with is either going to toss you as soon as they see your micro dick, or they’re going to do the exact same thing she’s doing by fetishizing it and cucking you. Wouldn’t you rather it be her than anyone else? Everyone else would be a downgrade. And the fact your dicklett is rock hard right now just proves that she’s right! You love being next to her! You love being in her shadow! You love being her bitch!

“I’m sorry, Abby.” You go back to kissing her feet, pressing all your passion onto her delicate toes. You add a few lick in to make sure she knows you’re committed.

“Don’t call me Abby anymore. Call me Miss. Charleston.”

“Yes, Miss. Charleston.”

“And if anyone asks you your name, you answer, Cuck.”

“Yes, Miss. Charleston. My name is Cuck.” You lick her feet until she snaps her fingers.

“That’s enough, Cuck. You may follow me on your hands and knees.”

“Yes, Miss. Charleston. Thank you, Miss. Charleston.”

As she walks the store, more and more people see you. A guy gets out his phone but Abby… Miss. Charleston shuts him down.

“Hey, you can’t record in here. This is a protected location. Video us all you want in Walmart, but you can’t do it here.”

“Free country,” the guy says.

“Private property,” a woman says in rebuttal. She’s wearing a black polo with the Heavenly Toy’s logo on the sleeve. “Our story policy, in the window, states no photography of any kind. You have to show me you deleted it, otherwise we call the cops and you get prosecuted, dude.”

“But they can just walk around the store like that?”

“As long as he’s not indecently exposed. We allow public displays of affection.”

He rolls his eyes and then flips through his phone. “See, deleted.”

“Cloud too, man. Gotta show me.” She sounds bored out of her mind.

Miss. Charleston waits, watching the scene play out. When the guy shows her, the woman gives us a thumps up. “Sorry about that, Ma’am. Won’t happen again.”

Miss. Charleston walks off and you follow behind her.

“That’s a very good boy, Cuck,” she says as she stops at a new rack, filled with hand cuffs of all different types. “Which would you like better?”

You look up to see her holding to pairs of cuffs. One with padded black leather, the other with frilly, soft pink cuffs. Obviously, the black leather is meant for men, while the pink cuffs are meant for women, and sissies.

You don’t think long on the choice. “The pink.”

She smiles and it warms your heart to see her smile again. All this shit with not having a job and nearly getting kicked out, you haven’t seen her really smile in a while, well, besides last night. She came home really happy. But besides that, it’s been a while since you’ve seen her smile like this. “That’s really good, Cuck. I’m so glad you’ve accepted your place. Okay, stand up. I saw a few costumes that I picked out for you.” She pats a few items in her basket. “But I’d like to see what you might want. Go pick a costume for you, for me, for Aub and for Jack. If you do really well, I’ll let you watch me get dressed in the one you chose.”

You run over to the costumes and search through all the slutty outfits. You find a little schoolgirl outfit but maybe that might be too close to home with Aubrey and Miss. Charleston being teachers. You keep looking and find a slutty Flintstones costume of Wilma. With Miss. Charleston’s red hair and Aubrey’s black hair, they could be Wilma and Betty, and Jack could be Fred. Oh, please let them be in here! It takes you another ten minutes to find the others and you rush around the store to find Miss. Charleston and Aubrey. When you find them you hold your find up but Miss. Charleston ignores you.

“Is that anyway to address your Mistress?” Aubrey frowns. “I thought you respected her.”

You drop to your knees and hold the costumes up with your head lowered. When she takes them you kiss her feet and lick her legs.

“Wilma Flintstone? Oh, Betty and Fred. And… Oh! Cuck! You did so good!”

Aubrey nearly screams in excitement. “Dino! He’s the doggy! That’s so good.”

“Okay, Cuck you did very well.” She snaps her fingers and points up so I stand and she kisses my cheek. “Go home and I’ll send you a video to jack off to. Make sure you use the dildo.”

“Yes, Miss. Charleston.” You turn to leave but Miss. Charleston clears her throat.

“Cuck? You didn’t say goodbye to Aub.”

You turn and wave to Aubrey. “Goodbye, Aubrey.”

“No, no, no,” Miss. Charleston says. “That won’t do. Call her Miss. Silt and kiss both of our feet when you say goodbye to us.” You’re not sure why she sounds so frustrated. It’s not like you knew to do any of that.

“Yes, Miss. Charleston.” You get on your hands and knees and kiss Miss. Silt’s foot. “Goodbye, Miss. Silt.” You kiss Miss. Charleston’s foot once more and take in her scent of vanilla one more time. “Goodbye, Miss. Charleston.”

You stand and start to leave but then turn around. “You don’t need a ride? Is your Uber still outside?”

“Uber.” Miss. Silt chuckles.

“It’s not Uber. Jack paid for a professional chauffeur for the day. We’re fine. Do as I say,” she adds with a kind smile.

You turn and head home.