Where Else, Shopping

You have time to kill and a brand new unlimited credit card. It’s time for some shopping fun.

You descend from your penthouse back to the realm of mortals. You revel in the stares your overripe body draws. They just long enough to realize who you are.

You hop in your waiting limo.

You aren’t your sister, clothes, jewelry, and adoring fans mean nothing to you. You want something a bit…darker. You give the driver instructions and relax. You enter into the seedier part of town, finally coming to a stop in front of a store that mirrors your tastes.

A bell jingles as you step through the double mirrored glass doors. Inside is a dimly lit wonderland. As a mortal, you wouldn’t have recognized half of the equipment in the store. Now you know the what everything is and how to use it.

A short, blonde, perky salesgirl rushes over to you her sizable breasts heaving attractively.

“Hi I’m Becky! What can I do…”

She trails off, realizing who you are.

“Thank you so much, Becky. I’m going to be making some rather large purchases and I’m going to want to try some of the equipment out. There’s nothing like a little ‘hands on’ to test quality,”

“Princess, we don’t…”

A gray haired man reaches you. He’s out of breath.

“Hi…I’m…Karl. I’m the owner.”

“So nice to meet you, Karl. I was hoping to test out the merchandise.”

“We don’t.. “

You glare at him and he trails off,

“I’m sure Becki would be willing to see to all your needs.”

She glares at Karl.

“Excellent, come Becki.”

You lead her over to a bondage cross,

“Let’s see how these leather straps hold up.”

She looks suspicious.

“Come, I just want to see if you can slip out of them.”

She puts her wrists up and you strap them in. You do the same with her ankles.

“Squirm.” You command.

She doesn’t need to be told. She struggles against the leather straps to no avail. You caress her wrists.

“They seem like good quality, but we should put them to the test. I think you need to be more motivated, Becki.”

She looks delightfully frightened.

You head over to the whip section. There you find a pretty cat o’ nine tails. It has spikes sharp enough to hurt, but dull enough not to cut.

You walk over to Becki. The terror in her eyes is priceless. She struggles against the straps. You swing the whip.

She screams. While it is a lively sound, it’s a bit too distracting for your taste. You make your way over to the ball gags and pick out a nice expensive black one. Becki tries to bite you as you fasten it on.

Her screams become nicely muffled and you go to work. You are pleased by her stamina. It is seven different whips and over two hours before she passes out from the pain. You undo her straps and let her fall to the floor.

You strut over to Karl. “I’d like a number of things. Have them delivered to me.”

You simply point at what you want. In the end it’s six figures worth of toys. You give Karl your card and he is all smiles.

“Oh, and Karl, if you want to keep me as a customer, I want Becki as my personal salesgirl.”

You watch the man’s face go from smiles to fear.

“Of course!”

As you walk out he runs over to Becki. You are rather certain she’ll be getting a raise.

You hop in the limo hoping your playroom is restocked.