"What do you mean you don't have a strap-on!?" Jamie asked, arms crossed, an annoyed look on his face, and standing at the foot of Abigail's bed. He was wearing his favorite pair of black and white striped thigh highs, and some black shorts that were so tiny they only covered half his ass cheek, but did prominently outline his cute erection. He only put them on because Abigail yelled at him for leaving pre-cum all over the apartment, otherwise he would be wearing just the socks.
Abigail sat at the edge of the bed, with her legs crossed, and wearing an oversized t-shirt. "Why would I need a strap-on?" she asked.
"Because it's a basic household item!"
Abigail smiled. "But you came from my finger just fine."
Jamie's face turned pink, his tail stopped swaying, and he took a step forward. "Don't you ever tell anyone about that. Do you understand me? I have a reputation to protect." Abigail didn't say anything and Jamie took another step forward. "Do ... you ... understand ... me!?" He tried his best to be menacing, and on anyone else it would have worked, but not on Abigail. She was his mistress after all.
She smiled and gently took his hand. Jamie blushed even harder, looked away, and his tail started swaying again. "Jamie, I will never tell anyone about what we do together. I would never betray your trust like that."
"It's not that I'm not proud to be your familiar," he said shyly. Abigail stood up and rubbed his head in between his horns. He purred softly and buried his face in her breasts. "I love you. I'm sorry for being a brat."
"I love you too. We can go out and buy a strap-on if you like."
Jamie's tail went from swaying to full-on wagging with excitement. He pulled away and walked around the room. "I know just the place to go. Kimberly will have the model we want." He waved his hand and a spinning black portal appeared. "Let's go."
"Jamie, you're not wearing any clothes. We can't go out like this."
Jamie huffed and rolled his eyes. "I go out like this all the time. It's fun to have everyone staring at you. You just know they went home and masturbated to you later. I mean, I know for sure they did, because I feed off their souls as they do." He looked at Abigail and gave her big puppy-dog eyes. "Not that I need anyone's soul but yours now."
Abigail smiled, walked over to him, and rubbed his head again. "Please be a good boy and put some clothes on."
Jamie sighed. "Okay. If it means that much to you." He waved his hand and was suddenly wearing a dark red skirt, a dark red crop top, a dark red jacket with a black fur lining, nylon thigh-high stockings, and dark red heels. He twisted his hips back and forth so the skirt swayed. "Is this better?" he asked with a teasing smile.
Abigail, who was now wearing distressed black jeans, black ankle boots, and a tight black top, looked around him to make sure his skirt fully covered his bubble butt. It did, but that didn't stop her from giving it a squeeze. Jamie moaned slightly, and Abigail used it as an opportunity to kiss him. Jamie excitedly stood on his tiptoes, not wanting the kiss to end, but eventually it did, and Abigail said, "you look very cute, and thanks for dressing me as well."
"Of course," Jamie said, blushing. "It's just easier this way. Now let's go." He grabbed her hand and pulled her through the portal. In an instant they were standing on a crowded street Abigail didn't recognize, and before she could get her bearings, Jamie pulled her down a dark alley. "We have to move quickly so I don't make a scene."
"You also could have hidden your horns, tail, and stopped pumping gallons of pheromones into the air."
"Don't I deserve to have a little fun? Just think of all those wizards and witches who know they just missed their only chance to see an incubus. Their lust is so delicious."
"You really need to tone down the evil if you're going to be my familiar."
"Or you could tone up the evil," Jamie said excitedly. "You'd make such a sexy evil queen." He pulled her down some stairs, and into a dimly lit sex shop. Dildos, whips, ball gags, this place had it all, but none of it was in packaging, and no two items were the same. "Kimmy!" Jamie called out playfully. "Where are you?"
A hidden back door opened, and an intimidatingly tall woman stepped into the room. She wore tight leather pants, leather thigh-high boots, and a leather corset which just barely contained her breasts. She had sharp black nails, her long blonde hair was put into a neat bun, and her irises were black just like Jamie's.
"Hey, Kim!" Jamie said with a massive smile. "This is my new mistress, Abigail." He stepped to the side so Kimberly could see Abigail fully. "We only started bonding last night, but I love her very much, so be nice." He had a stern look on his face as he said it, but his smile soon returned. "Can you please help her find a strap-on while I have a look around? Thanks. Love you." He walked away.
Kimberly walked towards Abigail with slow deliberate steps. The sound of her heels echoed in Abigail's mind, and she stared at Abigail with such intensity that Abigail thought she was going to punch her. But Kimberly stopped a couple steps away, and quietly asked, "what makes you think you deserve to be Jamie's Mistress?" with an incredibly cold voice.
Before Abigail could respond, Jamie yelled, "BE NICE!" from somewhere in the store, and she was very grateful for that.
After a tense moment, Kimberly sighed. "Follow," she commanded as she turned around, and Abigail did. She unlocked a cabinet in the back of the room and pulled out a regular-looking black strap-on. "This is what Jamie is looking for. It's enchanted so you can feel pleasure from it, it'll grow to any size, it's the best there is." With a tap of Kimberly's hand on its side, it grew from a modest three inches to a massive nine, then back again. "It's ten thousand dollars."
Abigail's eyes widened. "Are you serious? I could buy a couple different sized ones online for a hundred bucks."
Abigail didn't think Kimberly could get any scarier, but there was now hellfire reflected in her eyes. "Are you serious!? Do you really think a cheap bit of silicone can provide an incubus with adequate pleasure? And that's me selling it to you at cost too. If this is too expensive for you there's no way you can afford to take care of Jamie. He deserves the best of everything, constant gifts, constant trips, he'll get bored otherwise, and a bored incubus is a very dangerous thing. Do you have any idea what you've gotten yourself into!?"
"Of course I have," Abigail said, trying her best to remain calm. "I trained fifteen years for this. Do you think I bumped into him on the street and he followed me home like a puppy? I know it's my responsibility now to take care of him, and I will." There was an awkward moment of silence, and Abigail decided to just move on. "Do you have anything that will stop him from leaving pre-cum everywhere?"
Kimberly took a deep breath and the fire in her eyes receded. "I know he doesn't like to, but your best bet is to have him wear underwear. All his clothes instantly self-clean. Once your souls have fully bonded, I highly recommend getting a chastity cage for his protection. But we can talk more about that when the time comes."
Jamie walked back into sight. He no longer wore his clothes from before, except for his heels, and now wore an outfit made out of black leather straps. One that went down the center of his chest, wrapped around his crotch, and split his ass cheeks, with three others that were bands around his torso. His upper arms and thighs also had a band around them. "Can we please get two of these, Mistress? I really want to wear them with you. They're already enchanted and everything. It would make me so happy." His eyes were wide, his tail swayed mesmerizingly, and his pheromones smelled extra sweet.
"Come here, Jamie," Abigail said softly. He bounced over with a smile, and she caressed his cheek. "What am I?"
Jamie looked up at her, confused. "My Mistress?"
"Exactly. So why are you treating me like one of your old sugar daddies?"
Jamie blushed and looked down at his feet. "I'm really sorry, Abigail. It's just instinct." He hugged her and buried his face in her breasts. "I really am sorry."
Abigail smiled and rubbed the top of his head. "It's okay, baby. I know you're just excited to shop. Just try and be more careful about how you ask for things." She turned back towards Kimberly. "We'll take all three. Do you accept credit cards?"
