Endra's Shopping Trip

This story is a work of complete fiction and fantasy borne of the imagination. All characters and locations are fictional and any resemblance to real people, names, events or places is purely coincidental. All fictional characters are consenting adults having a good time, in safe circumstances. I hope you enjoy the stories!

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By the time I was standing in front of the swanky sex shop embarking on my shopping spree, Logan and I had been dating for almost a year. We were great together - we complemented each other's personalities well, we had an easy camaraderie and still plenty of fireworks in the bedroom. Only some months into the relationship did I accidentally discover that Logan's erotic tastes far exceeded a PG rating and I felt lucky I had found a curious and eager to experiment Dom in the making without trying to or knowing this was the case when we first got together.

We still kept it vanilla at least half, if not most of the time, and Logan left it almost entirely up to me to initiate the kink. We've worked it out that I'd ask "to play" and that was the key that opened the gateway or should I say, the floodgates? He transformed into Sir Logan and we got into some delicious power games. We've done some sexy exploring and mostly planned out scenes or sessions ahead of time by talking them over in detail. We had become extremely open about our deepest, hottest fantasies with one another, so Logan really knew what got me going by now... We had gone to a BDSM club a few times to use a private room with bondage furniture -- the spanking bench was the stuff of dreams for me and Logan was more than happy to indulge me with that one. On a rare day Logan would surprise me, which boiled down to unveiling a new toy or power game in real time after I had asked to play. I personally thought he kept the surprises pretty tame thus far and secretly hoped he'd up the ante a bit more sometime soon.

Logan was helping me discover my exhibitionist side as well. I already knew I liked mirrors, looking into them when we played or made love, but he took us further and helped me realize how hot I got with actual people watching us. We talked it over to death and when he was assured I really wanted to try and felt very ready, we went to a BDSM party at a sex club. We got a private but viewable room, and people had the option of hanging out by the doorway and watching us. Spectators walked by and many lingered, watching us play, that is, watching Logan touch and play with my naked body while I was restrained and also watching when we eventually fucked. I came harder than ever before that night, feeling everything a thousand times more acutely while glancing over to the doorway and taking in those enjoying our show. Their hungry and lustful expressions and the fact that many touched themselves while they watched, some to completion, drove me absolutely crazy. It was the hottest thing ever and I couldn't wait for us to plan another visit.

*****

"There's a new adult store in town, eh? We should visit, or I should send you on a shopping trip." Logan quipped randomly from the kitchen.

"...and what would you have me shop for? I think what I've seen of Sir Logan's treasure chest is preeeeettty comprehensive already." I countered with a smirk.

Logan passed me a cold beer as I continued relaxing on his couch. He was making us some snacks.

"You need some of your own toys, Kendy! Dildos and vibes that

you

choose to your liking, and we need a dick stick and a thruster might be fun too... It's a great place in the swanky part of town, not your usual sleazy dive, actually, the complete opposite, they pride themselves on being high end... Do I have dried cranberries?"

We hadn't exactly moved in together yet -- we both kept our separate places but we spent lots of time sleeping over. Me more so than Logan, since his place was bigger. He had a townhouse that was very roomy for one. It was a bit far from my work, however. Since I spent lots of time at his place, particularly on weekends and when I had time off, I did a fair bit of cooking in his kitchen and organized everything to my liking.

"What are you trying to make?! Yes, you do have dried cranberries, where the baking stuff is and all the other dried fruit are, back of top left cupboard. Stop playing Top Chef and get over here so we can start the movie!...Where's the sex shop? Which swanky part of town?"

"It's up on Rowland, and you'll thank me when I'm done here, trust me."

Minutes later he appeared in the living room - his short, auburn red curls delicious about his manly, chiseled face. A brassy five o'clock shadow starting to show, offsetting his ice blue eyes, he carried a tray full of crackers, grapes, and a steaming oven dish of baked brie sprinkled with nuts and dried cranberries. I took in his hot, fit body and the way he effortlessly exuded an easygoing charm. The sleeves of his pale blue shirt were rolled up to just about his elbows and his dark jeans were tight, showing off his delicious, hard ass and just hinting with an outline at his enticing cock against the front of his pants.

"Mmm... well done, Master Chef! Alright, time for movie night! I might check this place out Thursday afternoon since I'm not working that day, you've got me intrigued." I threw in, nonchalantly.

"Great plan! I sadly can't join since I'm working, but come to think of it, it's actually better you go on your own. I have some instructions for you, baby girl. Wear something sexy, and no panties, of course! Enjoy yourself and really look around and test things out. I expect you to purchase at least three dildos - look for ones with the vacuum grip base. The shopping spree is on me and cost is not an issue. Now, what are we watching tonight?"

He gave me a wink and playfully smacked the side of my ass before we settled in with the movie.

*****

Rowland Avenue was indeed in the swankiest part of town possible. It consisted of charming narrow streets filled with indie coffee shops, up and coming art galleries, small book shops and high end jewelry and clothing boutiques. It was a crisp, autumn day outside and I could feel the breeze against my uncovered pussy and ass under my tartan red and black mini skirt. I tied up my sleek, black hair into a high top knot and then braided it. My thick braid hung over my one shoulder in the front and reached to my breasts. I wore a pair of kitten heel, black, fuck-me pumps. On top, a simple fitted, white, button-down dress shirt with short sleeves completed the sexy school girl ensemble. My D-cup breasts were supported by a high end, grey silk and lace push up bra, and I left the three top buttons of the shirt collar undone to give anyone looking a good view of my ample cleavage. My makeup was neat and dramatic for the day with bright red lipstick accentuating my lips' fullness. I thought I met Logan's specifications quite well. I tingled with anticipation and excitement as I decided Logan had a point - a girl should have a hand in choosing her own toys, and although his treasure chest offered me a fair bit of selection, this would give me the chance to truly customize my stash, and keep some toys at my place.

The shop looked as fancy as Logan had described it. A well-lit and tastefully designed storefront window that barely hinted at the nature of the merchandise and looked artsy rather than tawdry. Entering the store, I found myself in a swanky, vast space suffused by mood lighting. Soft, indie jazz music filled the shop. I gravitated towards the nearest display and found designer fetish clothing displayed artistically on mannequins. Moving further into the space, I noticed that the shop was like a large, circular donut, with a sectioned off middle space closed to view.

It must be the back room,

I thought.

It seemed I was alone for a long time until I caught a glimpse of two other shoppers, one man and one woman, milling about on the far side of the space, seemingly engrossed in their own shopping. The next display catching my eye was right up my alley - a selection of vibrators and dildos. I began taking my time exploring. Most were sealed in clear plastic packages but I was able to inspect them closely with my eyes and do a bit of touching to at least feel the weight and shape. I carefully read the specifications on each package and the content was starting to make me blush with increased arousal.

I selected two dildos so far: one, a realistic looking, six inch, silicone cock that reminded me of Logan's, and one big, black number, about 7.5 inches long and quite girthy, very literally branded "The Penetrator." I found that one intriguing for my fantasies of being stretched and challenged by something or someone really big. I was looking at some fun, silicone dongs made with bright colours and what looked like glitter, when I saw a tall man approaching slowly from within the depths of the store.

"Welcome! I'm Jake, the owner of the store." He said in a deep, calm and soothing tone. He nodded his head at me in greeting and I smiled, extending my hand.

"Hi Jake, I'm Kendra. It's nice to meet you. The store looks amazing." I said, placing my two selections on the glass counter beside me and blushing a little as I saw him casually glance over and take note. Jake shook my hand gently and smiled back.

"Thank you, I'm glad it's to your liking. Are you finding everything ok? Happy to leave you alone to continue exploring, but if you need any help or have any questions, please don't hesitate - I'm your man." He winked in a friendly way and stepped back putting some distance between us.

Jake was a hot, aging hipster. Tall, built, and dark haired, his almost shoulder length hair was mostly scooped up into a messy man bun with some strands falling about his neck and face. He had a slight goatee and a chiseled jaw line with some sexy dark stubble. He had warm, sparkling, hazel eyes rimmed with dark and sultry eyelashes. A heavy, dark brow gave him a look of gravity and an air of looking a bit older than he actually was. He wore tight black jeans and a short sleeve, black button down dress shirt, lazily undone at the top to reveal a section of his hard, olive skinned pectorals. There was a many stranded necklace of black leather cords around his neck with some silver charms scattered on it, the details of which I couldn't quite make out. A matching set of leather cords was wrapped around both his wrists, with some dark beads and metal interspersed. His hands were large, with attractive, long and well-manicured fingers. I love it when a man has beautiful hands and takes care of them well. He looked to be in his early forties and had a bit of a trendy but quirky academic look about him.

I continued exploring and selected a colourful, fun piece with a clit stimulating rabbit ear attachment and another glass dildo with textured nubs all over and a pleasant heft to it. I've been fascinated by glass toys for a long time and was eager to try one soon. Jake strolled around close to me again and smiled catching my eye. He slowly approached and took in my current selections. They were getting to be quite much for me to carry in my arms as I continued to move around the shop. Jake produced a black canvas tote bag with the store's gold tone logo in the front and held it out to me.

"You've got your hands full. May I offer you a shopping bag?"

"Thanks, that's much better," I said quickly, placing my selections inside.

"...I know it can be hard to decide with so many choices, and having such limited ability to really...

feel out

and appreciate the products fully when they're all packaged as they are... Just so you know, it is possible to...inspect the toys more fully and try before you buy. In there," he motioned to the middle of the store, "...we have a product testing area."

"Oh! Thanks, Jake. That's great... how does it work? Is it...private?"

Flashing a charming smile, Jake continued:

"Many options, all customer's choice. It can be a completely private experience, think of a fitting room in a clothing boutique. You can also ask for an...attendant or assistant to...help with the testing process. I'm available right now, for example, and more than happy to assist. Finally, some customers choose to do a more public product testing where we allow an audience of other customers currently browsing in the store to stop by and watch the testing session. It becomes more like a product demo then. We pride ourselves on fairness in our business model and so the profits from sales for the rest of the day after a demonstration are shared 50-50 with our customer product tester. If you're wondering how it works with the toys, we've put aside a fleet of demo products. Because we've just barely opened, all the selections you want to sample are available as brand new products, not used by anyone else yet. As the testing increases over time, all demo items will be sterilized rigorously, with medical grade processes we have in place, and the demo models will be replaced with a fleet of new ones every month."

Jake smiled and looked straight into my eyes, not missing a beat. He was just as comfortable discussing this as any other professional subject matter. He had a very easygoing air about him that put me completely at ease.

"Wow. Interesting... I am intrigued, but I have to tell you I'm not shopping just for myself, but rather for me and my partner. Testing in such a...hands on way, while veeeery tempting," I flashed him a mischievous smile and licked my lips involuntarily,"...seems a bit untoward with Him not here..."

"Ah, understandable. I just want you to be aware of all the options, Miss. For my two cents, I personally think that surely your partner would welcome your...more thorough exploration of the items before you make your final purchase decisions, don't you think?"

"Well, come to think of it, he did actually insist I really test things out, and I initially thought that just meant taking my time inspecting the packages, but maybe you're right..."

"Happy to show you the space, just for a look. Let me know if you'd like to see," With that, Jake moved away and walked over to the far side of the room to approach another customer.

My bag heavy with four possible selections, I busied myself with looking around more and selecting another model with a clit stimulating attachment, this time in sleek, purple silicone. Reading all the packages, seeing all the toys and conversing with Jake about product testing had turned me on to the point that I felt my breathing quicken and my thighs get covered in the sticky, warm wetness leaking from the swelling folds between my legs.

Innocently, I moved to loiter near the inner donut space of the store, trying to catch Jake's eye. Somehow he materialized at my side, startling me.

"Sorry to scare you," he chuckled, "Have you decided to see the product testing space? How wonderful. It will be my pleasure to show you..."

Jake lifted the thick, black curtains and opened a door. We navigated a few softly lit, dark hallways and soon entered a round space, set up a bit like a very small and intimate auditorium. We made our way down the gently sloping stairs into the middle, where a circular stage was set up with various unusual furniture. A setup of mirrors surrounded the stage in such a way that once we were in the middle, it was easy to see ourselves from all angles. I noticed how short my skirt was in the back and how it barely covered my butt cheeks and how the heels I've chosen defined my calves and ankles in a sexy way. My eyes also lingered a moment far too long on Jake's firm ass, encased by his fitted dark jeans.

"I can enclose the stage to make it private for solo testing. For testing the products you've chosen, you can just use the mats and cushions on the floor or perhaps get more comfortable and structured by taking advantage of our selection of pleasure furniture... if you choose the furniture, I highly recommend accepting an attendant to assist and make the experience as seamless and enjoyable as possible."

Jake walked over to one of the wall cabinets and soon returned with a black caddy tray of all my selections laid out unwrapped and ready for use. A tube of lube completed the display. He placed the tray on a raised stand beside us.

"Your selections, in case you decide to test." He smiled and I blushed, still taking in this whole situation and the furniture surrounding me.

He moved to another cabinet and soon returned carrying two more dildos. One looked like a rhinoceros horn or thick tentacle of sorts. It was probably seven inches at least and very thick at the base and along part of its length. It was rainbow coloured with dark hues rather than pastels and covered in the most interesting patterned ridges throughout. The other toy was a stainless steel dildo.

"Two more, if I may, as my expert recommendations for you to test. I think you may enjoy these. Would you be open to testing them out?"

My eyes were probably as wide as dollar coins as I whispered hungrily:

"Yes, Sir."

My eyes returned to the furniture on stage. I recognized the spanking bench from the parties and clubs I've been to with Logan, and my pussy responded to the sight by throbbing and leaking more wetness. I wondered if Jake could smell my arousal. If he could, he didn't let on. There was a selection of other, more subtle benches on the stage as well as a reclining chair of some sorts with elevated leg rests, somewhat resembling a gynaecologist's chair but looking decidedly less clinical and much more naughty. All the furniture pieces were fitted with straps and buckles for restraint purposes. Jake noticed my eyes widen and my jaw drop slightly as my gaze stayed riveted to this strange new sight.

"Ah, one of my favourites. The obedience chair. Have you tried one out before?" He asked with genuine curiosity.

"N...No, I haven't had the chance yet..."

"I see. I highly recommend it for your future explorations. I will leave you to settle in, Kendra. You may call me at any time by pressing this call bell. I'm happy to assist you."

He pushed a small red button into my hand and disappeared, leaving me alone.

I found a sanitizing station near the stage and cleaned my hands. I put my purse down and took a few deep breaths, trying to relax. My horny mind started serving me up lurid visions of me strapped into these delicious devices, with Logan and Jake playing with me as others watched. I was getting very turned on, craving and looking forward to feeling my new selections stretching and massaging my inner walls. Staring at the array of toys before me, I grazed my hand over all the items and then, slowly, gave each one a bit of a more thorough feel. My left hand absentmindedly slipped between my legs and began massaging my clit. I gasped, noticing how much wetness was already gathered between my thighs.

I mounted the spanking bench and settled in. My bare bottom was still only very inadequately covered by my red tartan mini skirt that rode up almost all the way up when I took my position on the contraption. It was a delicious piece of equipment. I was comfortable on the padded bench and yet so lewdly positioned. My ass and pussy were completely open and displayed between my splayed thighs, and the position of the bench accentuated the curve in my back, helping me raise my ass upward in an inviting up-thrust. Leaning on one of my forearms supported by a padded brace, I grabbed the first contender, the fleshy, realistic dildo, from the tray and reached behind me to touch it to my sticky sex. A moan escaped my lips as I began prodding at the entrance with the thick, swollen tip of the toy. I looked up to glance at the mirrors and was greeted with a clear image of my engorged, red and glistening pussy lips being spread apart by the flesh intruder. God, this was super hot. Pushing the toy a little further I started moaning louder but felt slight annoyance at how quickly my wrist was getting tired at this angle.

Would it be so bad to ask for some help?

I wondered. As if on cue, I heard a door open and Jake's loud voice rang out: