The Venus Closet

Walking the three blocks to the sex store feels like it takes three hours. The streets seem to be pulsing with suppressed lust, the crowd ready to boil over at any moment. You can't stop picking up these new flashes of insight when you see a new face passing by. This one would blush as she pushed your head between her legs, that one would never admit that she wanted her boot on the back of your head. Your cock has never been harder.

The Venus Closet, according to its site, is kink-positive, LGBTQ+-friendly, and very well-stocked with BDSM apparel for all shapes and sizes. Chain stores are always a bit lacking for male submissives, but this is a high-end boutique right in the downtown core. A handwritten whiteboard sign proudly announces that "Every day's a good day for a spanking" as you take a deep breath and cross the threshold.

The store is narrow and long. Lingerie lines the walls and hangs on racks at the front; beyond, you can see dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, and a cashier at her station. You can also see an open doorway leading into a separate room that looks to have whips and floggers. The cashier looks up and smiles at the jingle of the door.

"Good afternoon! Can I help you find anything?"

"I'd like to look around first," you reply, "but I'll probably need your help soon."

"Sounds good!" She returns to her book.

There doesn't appear to be any other customers around right now. Feeling nervous about making a beeline for the bondage gear, you try to play it cool, glancing around at the sex toys and letting your mind wander a bit. Do you want to see how one of those dildos would feel in your ass? Would one of those monsters even fit?

The kink room lives up to your expectations. Upon closer inspection, the whips and floggers are joined by paddles, canes, wrist and ankle cuffs, metal handcuffs, neat coils of rope, ball gags, ring gags, leather blindfolds, chastity cages -

There they are!

The selection of collars is ample. You want to try one on, but the first two attempts don't quite fit around your neck. Most of these seem to be sized for slim women. This may be a bit trickier than anticipated. You turn and see that the cashier has followed you into the room.

"Looking for something larger?"

Observant. "Yes, actually. I've, uh, never bought one before."

"That's no problem at all," as she steps to the shelf and picks out a couple of larger models. "It's always a process to find the perfect fit." She hands you a couple of options: black with an elegant O-ring, pink with cute studs, a thick black leather one with spikes.

You look at the cashier for a moment. Her dark hair is pulled up, her brown eyes are bright behind chic glasses, and her hi-tops are well-worn. Something in the back of your mind tells you that she could go either way as far as domination goes, but that she really likes to sit on faces and have her ass eaten.

You try to calm yourself as you put on the first collar. It fits perfectly.