Don't you just hate it when you buy something new at the grocery store, and when you get home it tastes horrible?
I know I do. And I usually return it.
I guess that's why my wife and I always liked visiting wineries. They always have tasting events where you can sample many different wines before purchasing your favorites.
As a trans woman by day and a slutty sissy by night, I have long enjoyed intox play, especially with Poppers. Sadly, the days of great medical Amyl nitrate from the '70s to '90s are long gone. And when I stop by my local adult book store (abs) they always seem to have a nice variety of the little bottles to choose from.
The problem is that you are buying a pig in a poke. You never know how good it is until you get home. Anyway, I stopped in at the abs a couple of weeks ago when I was out shopping, dressed as usual in cute leggings and a purple tee and trainers, I chatted a bit with the manager, Stan, as I looked at the popper selection in the showcase.
"Ya know Stan, it seems that I never know how good these different bottles of sissy sauce are until I get home. Some of them are pretty bad."
With a furrowed brow Stan looked at me and asked, Sissy Sauce, what's that mean?
"Oh you know, the poppers. Sissy Sauce is what my wife and her GF call them because of how they affect the sissys and subs they play with. Lol. Anyway, Stan, maybe you should have a popper tasting event, you know, kinda like a wine tasting. People can sample them and then make their purchases."
"That's an interesting idea. Maybe I will ask the owner if I can do that sometimes," he replied thinking it over.
"By the way honey, what's your name?"
"Oh, I'm Brenda but my friends call me Bren," I answered with a smile. "Let me get a bottle of that one with the English flag on the label while I'm here." As he took care of my purchase he looked up at me and said, "why don't you give me your phone number and I will text you if the boss says we can do it?
"Yeah, sure that sounds good. It's 970-555-5555. just send me a text when you know," I said taking my purchase and then perusing the aisles of toys before I left, making sure the other customers got time to check out my bottom and totally smooth front. It wasn't always easy to look smooth with the damn chastity my Mistress/wife insisted I always wear.
About 10 days later I got a text from Stan saying that the owner had approved the "Sissy Sauce" tasting event and said they would do it the next Thursday at 7 pm.
I let Mistress know where I was going that night. She said I should dress nice because if it's like a wine tasting they are usually fancy affairs. After I explained that it wasn't a really "high end" shop she said I should still look nice and I ended up in my new blue leggings, a coral tunic top, and my favorite push-up bra and coral cork wedge sandals. A nice shiny coral lippy looked great with it.
I headed out to the abs planning to get there fashionably late. Well, 15 minutes or so, depending on traffic. When I arrived there were about 8 people there already. 3 or four guys about my age (60ish), Stan, a couple in their 30's, One single woman maybe 50 or so, and a couple more random guys that came in after me.
Stan locked the door and flipped the closed sign around so effectively keeping prying eyes away. On one counter were some chips and snacks, as well as ice, cups, cola, and some beer and a box of wine. There were about five or 6 chairs available as well.
On a small table, there were 9 small bottles of poppers, unsealed and sitting in a tray of ice. After a bit of small talk, Stan said we should get started.
"Well Bren," Stan spoke up over the group, "since this was your idea, why don't you go first."
"OK, thanks, Stan. Not sure which to start with so I will reach behind my back and grab one at random. It said pig something on the label. I took a couple of small sniffs and set it down. A little buzz but nothing great.