Norm's Wellness Emporium

When Daniella got back from the bathroom, she saw Jamal waiting by the door in his flamboyant pimp jacket, the metal chain leash in hand. "Cmon, I got some errands to run!" Daniella slandered over to the door, her perfect hips swaying back and forth. Jamal latched the leash onto Daniella's collar and wrapped the end of it around his right wrist. Then he opened the door, and the two of them went out into the streets of the big city.

Stepping outside onto the sidewalk now as a different woman felt strangely liberating. Daniella felt finally at home; basically nude, walking behind a man with a big cock, on a leash. As they walked, Daniella noticed many more F.A.P.S than before. Certainly more women on leashes and collars, and also the occasional man on a leash, lead by tall, masculine women. A lot more people casually masturbating while waiting in a queue or at a bus stop. People casually and seamlessly switching from masturbating to using another person either as a canvas for their cum, or to help them reach climax. Almost every woman had some amount of cum somewhere on their body. Even if they hadn't been used yet, cross-fire was pretty common too.

After a few minutes, they reached the first stop: 'Norm's Wellness Emporium'. Daniella was pleasantly surprised. From what she knew, wellness stores sold scented candles, beyond comfortable bathrobes, soap in every color imaginable, etc. However, she would be in for a surprise because the term 'wellness' had now taken on a very different meaning. As they entered the store, Daniella knew now what it actually meant: sexual wellness. The store was very brightly lit, with snow-white walls, light-grey shelves, and beautifully artistic posters adorning the walls showing abstract renditions of various fetishes. Long-gone were the days of seedy, badly lit basement sex shops with questionably merchandise and even more questionable posters.

Jamal started to peruse the aisles until he stopped and entered one, which was filled to the brim with rows upon rows of buttplugs of various sizes, shapes, finishes, and special features. Reading the labels, Jamal suddenly let out a laugh and pointing at a label which was stuck above a plastic purple buttplug, that had some sort of square opening at the end. The label read: 'Musical Buttplug - Make your Farts Sing!' Jamal continued to giggle as he continued looking through the assortments of buttplugs, silently laughing to himself and muttering "Musical buttplug, what in god's name will they come up with next...".

After a few more minutes of browsing, he finally saw something that caught his eye. He bent down and took a golden buttplug off the shelf, which had a fake clear crystal embedded at the end, and was ribbed down the body. Daniella had never seen a buttplug, so Jamal explained it to her. "This goes in your asshole, so when I or someone else wants to fuck you in the ass, it's not impossibly tight to use. And it hurts you less as well." Daniella had obviously never been fucked in the ass before, in fact, she was even still a pussy virgin, but being the transformed cock hungry whore she was, it sounded amazing.

"Aight then, let's see if it'll fit!" Jamal said and motioned her to lie down onto the floor, and stick her ass in the air. Moving around back, Jamal then spat onto Daniella's tight butthole, spreading it around with his index finger. Then he very slowly **** his finger into Daniella's asshole. It was super tight, and even just one finger aroused Daniella immensely, and she started to drool pussy juice. Very slowly, Jamal slid his finger in and out of her butthole, spitting constantly to get enough lube. After some time he introduced the second finger. Daniella moaned with pleasure immensely, as her virgin asshole was stretched and expanded. She wanted to be a good whore. The best whore, so she persevered, her whole body shuddering at the **** pleasure this was causing her.

Finally, Jamal pulled his fingers out, and spat onto the brand new buttplug, and rubbed it all around, making sure it was nice and lubed up. Then he placed the end onto Daniella's still incredibly tight asshole. With one brutal push, Jamal forcefully jammed the entire buttplug into Daniella's unassuming butthole. Instantly she screamed as the sudden and large violation of her backend. It felt like it was ripping her asshole apart. She squirted so hard it almost looked like she had pissed herself. The intense orgasm rocked her whole body, breaking her into an even more determined and sex-addicted bitch. The collar was the symbol of ownership. The buttplug was the symbol of subserviency.

Seconds after the hardest orgasm she'd ever experienced, the drained Daniella lay on the ground, her ass still high in the air, her mouth drooling spit onto the floor. Meanwhile, Jamal smacked her ass to get her to snap out of it. Daniella remembered her duty and groggily came to, and clumsily stood up, the buttplug still stretching and contorting her asshole. With the leash in hand, Jamal walked over to the register, a rattled Daniella in tow. "One golden ribbed buttplug, 3 inches," he said calmly. "May I see the product you're purchasing?" the employee asked. Jamal turned around to Daniella, who's pussy was in drool overdrive mode, leaking pussyjuice everywhere as a result of the buttplug. He made Daniella turn around and bend over, showing the employee the end of the buttplug lodged in her butthole. "Alright, that'll be $12.50" the employee said, accepting the $20 bill Jamal handed him, and giving him $7.50 in return. "Enjoy your purchase, thank you for shopping at Norm's Wellness Emporium!." "No, thank you!" Jamal retorted, grinning from ear to ear. With Daniella in tow, he exited the store.