The Treasure Chest read the sign above the door to my shop. A shop for the adventurous adult looking for those special toys we sometimes need. Dressed in tight faded blue jeans and a black leather vest I looked rather harmless with my long brown hair tied into a pony tail and hazel eyes. The tattoo on my right shoulder of a bleeding pentacle was about the roughest thing on me at the moment.
The Treasure Chest featured the usual condoms, lube, vibrators and dildos one might find in an adult toy store. This shop though had in it whips, blindfolds, spiked collars, leashes. All the stuff those interested in Bondage and S&M would enjoy. I catered to everyone.
It had been a slow day so far when she walked in, a striking woman, all of 58 with an athletic build. She had short jet black hair and light green eyes. She wore high heels, a tight black leather mini skirt and a Metallica Ride the Lightning tank top that did little to hide the bottom of her 38DD tits.
I offered a smile I way of greeting to her as she entered the store and begin to look around. Basket in hand she went to the handcuffs and inspected them. She looked over the fur lined ones and the leather bound ones before selecting a pair of leather handcuffs. She then went over to select a ball gag, a cat-of-nine-tails whip, and a blind fold. She paused in her shopping to look at the index card I had tacked on the Wall directly in the middle of the S&M section of the store. It read simply: [The Wall Sexual experience not to be denied. For rent ask owner for details.] I did nothing to hide the smile on my face as she turned to look at me standing behind the front counter.
She selected a tube of lube before heading over to the counter putting the basket on it. She studied me carefully and I smiled at this. She hooked a thumb toward the index card and raised an eyebrow.
What is that about? she asked me her voice certainly entailing curiosity.
I winked at that and added up her stuff she had. Its a device of my own creation. A movable wall that is able to grant the user orgasmic pleasure as desired by the users partner.
This clearly did not help her judgment as I told her the balance and she wrote out a check. Can I see it? She asked.
I ran the check and made sure it was good before bagging her stuff and giving it to her. Sure. Will have to close up for a bit. I walked over to the door and locked it putting a sign gone to lunch on the door.
When I returned she was smiling a bit looking at my name tag. Where is it Marc? I did not answer the woman merely walked to a back room. She followed me noting a stairwell into the basement.
Down in the basement she raised an eyebrow at the marvel before her. A segment of wall 6 feet wide and 9 feet high. The walls had an imprint of a body up off the floor about 3 feet from the feet to the floor in a spread eagle position. On the wall was every conceivable Bondage, Dominatrix and S&M toy you could think to find all in one place. Between the legs of the imprint was a butt plug and 9 inch dildo, flesh covered. At the feet and hands were straps so that the user could be strapped in without fear of falling off. A blindfold was attached to the head away in such a way that it held the head immobile while in use. Also between the legs were several receptacles to catch bodily fluids and waste. What caught her eye the most was several round bumps lining the interior of the impression of the body. To one side was a box with several dials on it ranging from off, low, medium, high and orgasmic.
I stood to one side of it, propped my foot on it and crossed my arms watching as she explored the device. Yes I looked smug and with good reason. Not a single person yet that have seen The Wall had ever been able to not be intrigued by it.
