The Magic Sex Shop

I have never done this before. I’m not normally a person to express my sexual interests in a public forum. I mean I have a vibrator and of course my dildo but those had been gag gifts. Gag gifts put to good use but gag gifts none the less. I had never found a good partner for me. I mean. I hit two growth spurts, one in middle school where I hit 6’4’’ and another in high school which made me easily 7’6’’. And not lanky or skinny either. I’ve always maintained my fitness and so I have a rather muscular appearance. But most guys are scared of a 7’6” amazon . And it isn’t just my height or strength. I also have my G-cup tits that are pretty intimidating to most guys. But I have no ass at all. No matter how many squats I do, it stays flat. But on top of all of this, I truly like to dominate men. Something I’ve never really done, because I’ve never really been with a guy, but something I have known I want to do ever since those books came out. Everyone wanted to be the woman being whipped, I wanted to be the one doing the whipping.

So that’s me in a nutshell. A 7’6’’ amazonian nutshell.

Anyway I’m rambling and forgot where I was in my story, a sex shop, that’s right. I figured I could find a couple of things that may add to my lonely and well used vibrator and dildo.

As I walk in the door, the goth girl behind the counter’s eyes grow big, as do most people who see me for the first time. I start to look at a flogger and awkwardly begin to whip it and hear a giggle behind me.

The goth girl had a smirk on her face and I quickly put the flogger back and move on to some fuzzy cuffs.

“Looking to spice up your sex life?” The girl at the counter said with a black eyebrow cocked. Her name tag read M.

“Well… I… uh…” My awkwardness never fails to amaze me.

“Relax, I get it. Are you looking to be cuffed?”

“Kinda… the other way around…” I blush as bright red as my hair.

“Oh, what are you into?”

“I’m not too sure. I’ve never really done a lot.” And by a lot I mean anything.

M casts a knowing smile and then almost 10 minutes later I have a pair of studded, leather, thigh-high, high healed boots, a corset that amazingly fit my larger frame, a flogger, a choker, and some fingerless leather gloves. How M talked me into buying all this I have no idea.

“It totals over $200 you get a free item. What…” she casts me a side eye. “What do you like least about yourself?”

Caught off guard I reply without even thinking as I reach across the counter for my discreet solid black bag containing all my new useless BDSM gear. “My ass. I wish it were more fitting to my frame. Guys like big butts you know.” I then blush again and retreat behind my curtain of red hair.

She reaches under the counter and pulls out a beautifully carved wooden box and puts it in the bag.

“What is it?” I ask.

“It’s a mystery box duh. Oh and when you open it, there will be a flash. It’s for show. Don’t be too startled by it. Thanks for stopping by. Hope you have fun! And don’t worry, there are plenty of guys who would love to be dominated by you.” She winked and I left feeling more shame than I have in a long time.

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I got home to my sparsely furnished loft apartment, the elevator ride as terrifying as it always is as it jerks it’s way to the top 30th floor. Luckily only 3 stops on the way with only a dozen or so people getting on and off. No one really notices me or the bag as they are all pretty accustomed to seeing me at this point, either in my gym clothes or my business suit that I wear at court. There is only one guy I don’t recognize and he does a double take when he sees me. He’s cute, muscular but not overly so, a little shorter, his face just above my non existent ass. If I were confident I would have asked if he wanted coffee, but instead I just shuffled awkwardly back to the back of the elevator, noticing the top of his head resting just below my underboob.

I got to my apartment and began putting the things away in my closet when the wooden box falls out. Curious I open it and she wasn’t lying when a flash nearly blinds me. Inside on a silk cushion is a medium sized solid steel butt plug with a bright blue jewel on the end. A small note inside said, “Hope this helps providing some balance. Make sure to pick a definite size. Enjoy. M.”

Shrugging I close the box and put it in my closet next to my vibrator and dildo. I had never really tried anal play and I roll my eyes as I close my closet door. That is one toy that will most likely never be used.

But suddenly I begin to feel horny. Maybe it was because I just bought a bunch of sex stuff that I will probably never get the chance to wear, or maybe it was seeing that cute guy on the elevator, but whatever it was, my downstairs was already hot and wet. Sighing, I open the closet door.