For Ritz. Crackers in bed are okay.
She woke. Stretching, she looked out the window to a beautiful, bright day. For a moment, she panicked, thinking that she was late for work until she remembered the previous night. Oh, what a feeling! She'd never cum so hard! Bill was so attentive and so absolutely wonderful and the fear that she had felt was exhilarating!
She heard Him in the living room (He was suddenly a capital letter in her mind) and rose slowly, heading for the bathroom. she yawned and stretched again, feeling every nerve and muscle. This was certainly the best she'd felt in a very long time. She wondered if the play of the evening before would continue. What would her role become? Was she to be a slave or would Bill lose interest? She certainly hoped not. The attention she'd received was amazing. She almost felt guilty about the climaxes she'd reached without being able to return the favor, but then remembered. He'd told her that she was the one to receive the focus. This was by His choosing. Her time to please Him would come.
Finishing in the bathroom, she discovered clothing laid out for her. Bill stood in the doorway. "My love, we'll shop today. We'll pick and choose things together. Then we'll come home and play with our new toys." He grinned at her. Obviously, this game would continue, at least for the day. She relished the thought.
"Where are we going, Bill?" Laurie began putting on her clothes. "Um, did you forget the underwear?" she asked as she walked to the dresser.
"No underwear, love. We'll pick some things out for you when we get there."
"Bill! I can't have that! No underwear?" She was mortified at the thought. Nude around the house was one thing. But in public? Never!
"Laurie, I said, no underwear. Perhaps you didn't learn very much last night? This will be a rule. You will wear what I choose." The sound in his voice made her pause, mid-retort. "And you will call me Sir when we are in the store. It's very important."
She held her tongue, wondering what type of place this was. "Yes, Sir," she said quietly, putting on the knee-length skirt, heels and blouse that He'd picked for her. She looked at herself in the mirror, gave her dark hair a shake and smiled. Bill knew how to pick clothes that showed her off. She looked great!
They left the apartment and walked toward the elevator. Bill held her arm and they stepped in. Just as the door closed, a neighbor slipped through. He stared at the two of them and smiled, then turned away. As he did, Bill's hand dropped slowly down her back to her waist. She felt His fingers spread wide, cupping the cheeks of her ass and rubbing her as He did. She turned, looked at Him wide-eyed and tried to move away. He held her firmly, smiling and continuing to rub. Dampness formed. She actually was beginning to enjoy his touch as the elevator reached the bottom floor. The neighbor turned as they exited, raising an eyebrow and then grinning at them. Laurie blushed, embarrassed at the look.
"Bill," she whispered angrily. "Stop this! What are you doing?"
"I do believe that m'lady is a bit shier than we thought." He chuckled, obviously enjoying His play. "Remember this, my love. You are mine. You love my attentions. I enjoy giving them."
She caught herself. He was right. She thrilled quietly at the thought as they walked to their car. This was going to be fun. She was rapidly forgetting herself, her work. She held his hand as they walked, squeezing it every so often, wondering where they were going.
The drive was short and they arrived quickly at a toy store that Laurie passed often on her way to work. Normally, she avoided even looking at it, finding the thought too embarrassing. Toys? What the hell were vibrators sold for, even if they were advertised as "massagers"? She'd found that the occasional time when she wanted something like that, her hand was more than sufficient. Well, not sufficient, more like a poor substitute. The touch of a man. That was what she needed. Even that had become less interesting of late, but she felt a certain thrill at the turn that her sex life had taken after last evening. Now that was exciting. A little fear was good. A little bit of excitement seemed to be what her life needed now. And Bill seemed to be more than willing to give it today.
They entered the store. A salesman smiled at them and moved toward them. "Right on time, Sir." He looked at Laurie. "She's a lovely lady. Is she ready?"
Bill looked at Laurie, appraising her. "I'd say that she is ready for something. Perhaps we'll find out how much."
Laurie looked at the two. What had just happened? What had Bill been doing lately? He seemed to know just what he was going to be doing here, and she began to wonder if this was the right thing to do.
They walked further into the store, past the different toys and she saw that the salesman was leading them into a back room. It turned out to be a very private room, quiet, dimly lit and filled with a display of different items, including an array of vibrators, some small floggers, a couple of different crops and several different paddles. Other items were there as well. Leather goods, undergarments, some incredibly sexy and some just plain frightening. Laurie looked harder at the display. Her eyes widened at them as she wondered what they might be for. What was going on? She was concerned, bothered more than a little curious about the different items laid out.
"Bill, what have you been doing lately? I don't know if I want to be here."
"Ah, the lady is concerned," said the salesman. "Not to worry. We're here at your Husband's request, with a few items that He requested from our shop."
Bill wandered around the room, picking up a crop and slapping it down, then picking up a vibrator, flicking it on, then turning it off. He smiled and turned to Laurie. "We'll just browse for a bit, won't we love?"
