Shopping at a sex shop of course

The walk down the hill had been brisk, clearly Peach wanted to go out shopping. Steve found himself being led by the blonde as she held his wrist. She went straight to Steve’s car and held out her hand for the keys without saying anything. Steve handed them over knowing that she was in charge. Steve got in the passenger side and buckled his seat belt as Peach glared at him.

“Good boys always ensure they are tightly restrained for their mistress,” Peach said knowingly, “You have too many traffic tickets for not wearing your seatbelt already Boy.”

Steve reminded himself that Peach knew everything about him, and he had empowered her to be in control of him and to motivate his life…

*

The shopping would be interesting indeed, Steve noted looking at the store Peach had driven them too. It was a sex shop. Peach stood in front of his car holding out her arm waiting for Steve to take it. It was clear she was already taking charge and would be the one to make all the decisions in here. As Steve went next to Peach and went to take her arm, she grabbed him and pulled him tight against her. He found she had stuffed his hand in the back pocket of her skin tight leather pants. Peach gave him a kiss.

Once inside, Peach led Steve over to the lingerie and started picking out things for her. Pink rubber gloves, a pink corset, black rubber stockings, thongs, nylons, vinyl and leather mistress outfits. She then smiled at Steve and started picking out leather and vinyl bits for men, jock straps, chest harnesses.

“You are going to be a sexy **** for your Princess, Boy,” Peach whispered to him and kissed him.

Peach then lead him towards the sex toys, she giggled as Steve’s eye’s bulged at the vast array of options.

“This isn’t even the kinky stuff yet,” Peach whispered in Steve’s ear.

Steve noted Peach putting a ‘training butt plug’ set in the basket followed by a vibrating cock ring and butt plug harness. Peach simply smiled and giggled. She led him to the bondage section and Steve’s mind ran wild.

“We need cuffs, bed restraints, bondage hood, gags, you need a gag,” Peach said louder than Steve would have liked, “I know all your buttons dear, you have a monster hard on right now.”

“Yes Princess,” Steve confessed to his trouser snake in a whisper.

“Now I need a strapon harness,” Peach announced proudly, “Which do you like best?”

Steve looked around but what ever looks he was getting were just in passing. He looked at the harnesses and pointed at one. It was black leather with pink flames painted on it, almost like a feminine version of the motorcycle and hot rod paint jobs. Peach smiled and kissed him again. She put it in the baskets and grabbed other items.

The clerk, a young blue haired white girl whistled at the full baskets Peach put on the checkout counter.

“That’s a haul,” the woman said.

“Enough for a kinky weeks’ vacation of erotic play,” Peach pulled out her credit card and a driver’s licenses, “But too much to get away with packing on a plane.”

The woman scanned the items and bagged them. She raised an eyebrow looking at the strapon harness.

“You like a biker bitch don’t you?” she asked Steve.

Steven looked at the harness she was holding then at Peach and thought of how he was slightly excited but disappointed by Peach’s motorcycle racing in the Mario Kart games…

“Yes,” Steve confessed to himself as much as the clerk.

He was rewarded with Peach’s hand massaging his love pipe.

“Well looks like you picked the right girlfriend,” the Clerk smiled.

“I found the right mistress?” Steve asked Peach.

“I love an obedient boy,” Peach smiled, “Don’t you?”

Peach paid for the haul without a problem and soon the pair found themselves returning to Steve’s apartment.

“We are going to rack up some sexy points to night lover boy,” Peach teased.

*

Coming home to the apartment, Peach had ordered Steve to bring in the bags from the sex shop and then to change into leather jock strap. She licked her lips watching him. She then ordered Steve to ready the bed restraints while she got changed in the bathroom.

“Put that rubber sheet over the bed,” Peach commanded.

“Yes Princess,” Steve complied.

Steve heard the clicking of heels as Peach exited the bathroom. His jaw dropped again at the sight of the blonde princess. Peach had on the heeled biker boots from before, but he could see them end at her knees and continuing up were black latex thigh highs, the straps connected the thigh highs to the black leather garter belt under her strapon harness, above her hips was the open cupped leather corset and the pink leather string bikini top and her pink rubber encased arms were cupping her lovely tits.

“Get on your knees boy,” Peach commanded.

Steve was submissive to Peach’s will.

“I love you Steve,” Peach said, “I have no intention of hurting you, only stimulating and pleasing you… You have to let me know you are ready for what ever happens tonight and that you want me to continue.”