Princess Cierra walked into the toy store and the employees began to fight over who would get to serve her. A wealthy, BBW dominatrix, she was a frequent visitor at every adult store in a fifty-mile radius. She was just over five feet tall, but that didn't make her any less commanding. She was dressed in a pair of tight, leather pants, boots, and a pink crop top. She had on a dramatic, diamond choker and a tiara.
An attendant raced over, looking triumphant. He bowed to her, a pink flush across his cheeks. He held out a leash that was attached to his collar.
"How may I help you today, Your Highness?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm just here to shop around." She took the leash with a smile.
"Would you like a basket?"
"Of course." The attendant picked up a basket and attached it to his nipple clamps. She led him through the store as she wandered the aisles.
"Let's see... some of these." She picked through the vibrators, tossing a few into the basket. The attendant squeaked at the pressure on his nipples, but didn't protest. "And a new leash for my kitten. Such a shame when they wear out."
She picked out a leash and tossed it in the basket. She picked through the erotic-clothing section, her favorite section of any adult store. She chose a few slutty costumes: slutty maid (always a favorite), slutty kitten (her kitten always needed new accessories), slutty Wonder Woman (for Halloween parties), and slutty nurse (another popular favorite).
"Sub." She snapped her fingers and the attendant perked up. "I want to see your new arrivals."
"Of course, Your Highness." The attendant led her to the back of the store, where the marketing displays were.
"Why, Your Highness!" Tracy squealed. She was the owner of the store and a dominatrix, herself. "Is Trey being well-behaved?"
"Oh, he's been very helpful." Cierra reached up to pat his head. "Go ahead and put the basket down, dear. No need to listen to us talk for two hours."
"Shoo." Tracy waved him away and he unhooked the basket, setting it on the table. "Now... what can I interest you in today?"
"Well, what do you have?"
"We have some new models of old toys. Vibrators, buttplugs, gags." Tracy showed off several baskets of toys. Cierra looked through the gags.
"I've been thinking of trying out human furniture with my slave," she said. "I've heard they have special gags so slaves can be extra useful."
"Ooh, human furniture!" Tracy gasped. She snapped her fingers. "Say no more, we'll get you everything you could possibly need. What arrangement are you considering?"
"Well, I've seen several human tables. I've also seen some very interesting chairs. What would you recommend?"
"Tables are easy. You don't even need to tie them up. Just put something on their back and punish them if they drop it." Cierra nodded. "And chairs are a wonderful punishment. Helps your slave be more flexible. Just fold her in half and tie a couple ropes around her so she can't move. And we can get you a nice latex suit for her. I've heard those are extra uncomfortable."
"Perfect."
"Ah, here we go." Several employees ran up with ropes and gags in hand. Cierra took a few items and tossed them in her basket.
"Thank you, darlings," she cooed. The employees bowed before going back to work.
"Anything else today?" Tracy asked.
"Just one question... what are these?" Cierra pointed to a display of knockoff Barbie dolls. Tracy beamed and picked up a box. "Goodness, those are costly even for me!"
"These are the newest trend." She showed off the doll, a blonde girl in a maid uniform. "Horny dolls."
"Well, I've already got two of those," Cierra laughed. "What's a Barbie doll do for me?"
"Oh, it's not a Barbie doll. Far from it." Tracy pressed a button that said 'Try Me!'
"Oh~" a high-pitched voice whined. She pressed the button again and another moan rang through the store.
"Hm. Seems like a bit of a ripoff."
"Pick one," Tracy said. Cierra shrugged and picked up a doll in a frilly, pink Lolita outfit. "Ooh, that's one of my favorites! You're in for a treat!"
Before Cierra knew what was happening, Tracy was dragging her into the back storeroom. She flipped the lights on and Cierra's jaw dropped. Life-sized copies of the dolls were lined up against the wall in Plexiglass boxes.
"See?" Tracy giggled.
"Are they..."
"Real as can be. Hypnotized in a factory." Cierra was silent as Tracy led her to the box containing the Lolita doll that she was still holding. The doll was sexier in person, glassy eyes staring at nothing with a dumb smile on its face. "You wanna see something fun?"
"Sure." Tracy pressed the button on the doll and its real mouth fell open in a loud moan.
"Now, I wouldn't normally do this... but since you're, like, my best friend... I'll let you have whichever one you want for half-off."
"Tracy, I couldn't possibly take that. You know I'll pay full-price."
"I know. But I also know that you really want one." Cierra walked up and down the row of boxes, admiring the dolls with their various costumes, their blank expressions, and their absolutely gorgeous bodies.
"This one," she said. She stopped in front of the pink Lolita. "I just... there's something about it..."
"Great! I'll go get the order processed and then we'll send it to your house tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?"
"We have a specialized shipping truck. Easier than trying to cram the box into your car."
"Got it. Well, I can't wait for tomorrow, then."
"I'll warn you, they can be a little maintenance-heavy, especially at the beginning. You'll have to train them for your specific needs and commands. But they're worth it."
"Do you have one?"
"Oh, I do." Tracy winked and led Cierra back out of the storeroom.
•••
"That's it... Ohh, yes~" Cierra sighed. Her slave was massaging her back and her kitten was eating her out. "Lower, slave."
"Yes, Highness." Her slave began to massage close to her ass. She smiled and moaned again as kitten brought her close to orgasm. The doorbell rang and Cierra grumbled.
"Damn it. Slave, robe." Her slave carefully draped a robe over her body and she went to answer the door.
"Hey," a man grunted. "I got a delivery for Princess Cierra. Comes from Mama Tracy's."
"Bring it in." The man wheeled a box into the house, a cloth covering the top.
"Sign here." She scribbled her name on the sheet and the man left.
"That's a big toy, Your Highness," slave said, looking at the box. Kitten crawled around it, sniffing and butting her head against it. Cierra pulled the cloth off and her new doll stared blankly at her.
"Mrow!" kitten exclaimed. She pawed at the plexiglass, tongue hanging out.
"Calm down, kitten," Cierra laughed. "You'll get to play with it eventually."
