A Different Toy Store (Kat POV)

I left my little one to the coin drop, convinced he'd be occupied long enough for me to make my purchases. I turned a corner and the store I was hunting for came into view. I couldn't help but smile, and to those passing by it surely looked maniacal. Each step I took fanned the burning flame inside of me and by the time I reached the doors I was practically prowling.

The sales clerk at the desk inside must have noticed my demeanor, for she sheepishly led me to a back corner where all the toys I could want were located. A lot of these looked fun... but I needed something to tie up and ravish a little boy, not a little girl. Some of these toys could be used for either, but even those are coded towards feminine aesthetics. I informed the attendant of this, trying to keep a growl of frustration out of my voice. She immediately nodded, like I'd frightened her. I didn't blame her, since I was trying to. I was sure she faced dommes everyday in this store, but most were probably nice enough and friendly. I doubted she met too many like me, with such ferocious energy lying restless inside.

She went to the back room then reemerged with a small box after only a moment. “S-sorry, this is all I could find. And it all seems to be normally sized, there's not much variety." I began to look through the box as she backed away. The grin flared back up on my face as I leafed through my options.

"Hmm. This will fit. You really should expand your selection," I said as I stared her down, although I was trying to be as polite as possible. "You'll tell that to your management for me, right?" She nodded in cartoonish exaggeration. I chuckled deep in my throat then turned my attention back to the goodies I could get. It was tricky, since I already had most of the things I'd need in a secret room at home, but I wanted to get something special just for my little Adam.

Finally I picked out a delightful little toy, similar to ones I already owned but with some very special functions. I couldn't wait to see the look on Adam's face when I'd give it to him! I paid the sum and left the poor young woman alone, then I left the shop. I looked around the shops nearby, deciding I'd get one more thing before finding Adam again. I wandered some, until I found a children's clothing shop. Thank God my boy is so small, otherwise it'd be a lot harder to get him adorable little outfits!

I went into the shop and immediately found the sleepware section. Right off the bat I found an outfit that'd be perfect for my little boy, even if it was a smidgen too big. Especially because it was too big. He just looked so cute with that onesie stretching on past his tiny feet and arms...

I intentionally bought one a size too big for him. I was about to leave when I found another cute outfit for him which I bought in a normal size, then another one which I bought to be a little tight on him. I grinned at my collection then checked them out. I left the store and started making my way back to my baby, who I noticed had finished with the coins and gone into the candy shop.

I was delighted when I saw him gawking over some jawbreakers and chocolate coins. I sneaked up behind him and leaned in close until I was sure he could feel my breath against his ear. I muttered, "Boo."

He jumped where he stood in surprise, then turned on his heel to sheepishly face me. The fog his breath made on the display case was still fading away as he responded, "Hi Mommy! Are you all done shopping?"

He was speaking very quietly, and I wondered if he was still feeling shy about calling me ‘Mommy,’ especially in public. Or maybe he was avoiding asking me something? In either case, I smirked and said, "Yes, I am. Now let's go." His face immediately fell in disappointment. I suppose he wanted to know what I’d gotten? Curious little baby. I began to walk away before I felt him tugging at my shirt. I turned around and leaned forward, looming over him just to see how flustered I could make him. Why was he acting so skittish in the first place? It’s too sweet, he brought this on himself. "What's the matter Adam? I finished shopping, shouldn't we leave now?" I said.

He met my gaze and I could see nervousness hidden in his eyes. God, I loved how he was so easily read. He began muttering while playing with the zipper on his onesie. "Could I, um, please have some candy? I thought that's what we were gonna do now..."

That’s what it’s been about! It had merely slipped my mind. I pretended to be surprised by his request. "Candy, little one?” I asked. “That'll get you wound up, won't it?" He opened his mouth to defend himself, but I held up a finger and continued, "That's not necessarily a problem, little one. But if you get wound up, I just need to you be warned: I'll have to drain the energy from you before we go to bed. And I get to do that however I please~"

I could see him squirming as the little cogs turned in his head, sending crimson down to his cheeks. How could he blush so often and so beautifully and never be aware of it? I was tempted to pick him up and start kissing him here in the candy shop, with people around. We hadn’t kissed like that yet and I was **** to try it. But I **** myself to be tame, for now. There'd be plenty of time to claim what was mine later tonight.

"I'm... I'm okay with that, Mommy... " He whispered, looking around as though someone would notice his naughty thoughts. I ran a hand through his hair, humming a soothing song to him, then I kissed his forehead.

"Alright then, pick some candy out. But no jawbreakers, okay? I saw you eyeing them. I don't want you to lose your teeth,” I warned. He gave me an understanding look, nodded, then scampered off further into the shop with so much energy. He was acting like... well, a kid in a candy store. I followed lazily along, mostly letting him lead the way. I handed him one of the plastic sacks for him to pile his candy in and watched as he put a few gummy worms, a few chocolate coins, some sour drops, a gumball, and a couple pieces of rock candy into it. I raised an eyebrow at him and said, "Is that it? You don't want any more? You can, if you want to."

But he just shook his head at me, giving me a shy smile I've grown to recognize. It meant he was feeling unsure about himself. I couldn't wait until he was comfortable enough with this lifestyle that I never saw that shyness again. But for now I knew to let him be. We paid for the candy and I led him by the hand out of the store and back to the car.

I buckled him in safely then got around to my side of the car. It’s nice that he’s letting me take care of him more and more! As I flipped the ignition I heard him squeak, almost like he hadn't meant to say it out loud, "Will I be ever allowed to drive again?"

I looked at him questioningly. "What? Of course you will, baby,” I said. “There's a few days coming up here when you work and I don't." Was that disappointment I saw on his face? I knew I should try not to read into what it meant. It could be that he didn't want to be apart from me and the news of his schedule disappointed him. Or, just maybe, he was already growing dependent on me to the point he didn't want to drive himself anymore. I **** myself to stop guessing, focusing on the road as I pulled out of the mall and headed back home.

"I-I didn't mean anything by it, Mommy," he mumbled. I rubbed a comforting hand through his curls, playing with them as much as I could while still driving safely.

"It's okay, baby. You're a good boy,” I said confidently. The praise seemed to light up his expression. I stole little glances at him, unable to avoid it. He was just too precious! I eventually **** myself to stop petting him so I could pull up the dinosaur hood on his little head. "I'm glad you like the onesie, honey. It wasn't too bad wearing it in public, right?" I asked.

"Nope! I mean, some people looked at me funny but I think I did hear someone call it cute, so that was nice! And it helped that you didn't dress up fancy for the trip, either. I think it helped us match." He explained. I loved the way he walked me through how he thought. Sort of awkward and ill-conceived, but genuine. We spent the rest of the car ride in silence. His body slowly leaned against me as I drove and I put one arm around him.

Finally I pulled us into the driveway, parked, and helped him out of the car. I hoisted him up and carried him through the front door, then sat down on the cushy loveseat. I rested him in the space between me and the back of the seat so he sank down, trapped. "I got you some presents at the mall~ Do you want to see what they are now, or later?"