The way we got our handcuffs is an interesting story, and one that shows the wickedly playful side Shavonda let show occasionally. It was one of the things that endeared her to me in the beginning, and I truly enjoyed those times she let it show.
The day after our spontaneous domination encounter, we went looking for the hardware to further explore our scenarios. Not sure where exactly to find the cuffs, we stumbled upon an adult bookstore/lingerie shop. Shavonda insisted I enter the store first and pretend I didn't know her.
The place was typical of these shops. Checkout counter by the door, books and DVDs to the right, lingerie and toys to the left. In the back between the two sections, a dimly lit passageway led to a series of private movie booths that showed porn. As I entered the store, on a whim I headed for the book and DVD section, scanning the shelves in search of interracial porn.
A few minutes later, Shavonda made her entrance. Imagine the scene if you will. The store rarely saw single women of any sort. The only women who entered were accompanied by their husbands or boyfriends, to browse the toys and lingerie. Maybe they also picked out some DVDs. Even more rarely would they venture back to the movie booths for a quickie. Most of the customers were lonely men looking for a little relief. On this day, there were maybe a half dozen customers in the front of the store, all male, mostly older than us.
The door opened and in strode this gorgeous dark-skinned black woman. She wore her hair in loose curls that fell past her shoulders, and fiery red lipstick accentuating her plump lips. Gold hoop earrings dangled from each ear, and matching several matching bracelets adorned each wrist. Dressed in heels and a red minidress that barely reached her knees and showed her cleavage and ass nicely, she had the attention of every man in the shop. And why not? If you had a chocolate fantasy, she'd look like Shavonda. Even though it was late February and the temperature was in the low 20s, she'd left her coat in the car. It didn't suit her purpose. The clerk eyed her warily but said nothing.
Not acknowledging me, she browsed the toys looking for the items we wanted. I watched her out of the corner of my eye, curious as to what she was up to. Whatever it was, it was going to be good.
After a few minutes, a short, balding middle-aged man approached her, saying something I couldn't hear. "I don't think so," Shavonda replied. I silently shook with laughter. She'd shot him down. She left him standing there, mouth agape, humiliated, and sashayed her way into the lingerie. The clerk was trying to look uninterested, but I could tell he was watching her like a hawk.
Not finding anything of interest in the lingerie, she wandered over to the passageway, with all eyes upon her. Looking straight at me, she pointed in my direction. Playing along, I pointed at myself, mouthing "Who? Me?" Shavonda nodded, beckoning me with her long finger before disappearing in the passageway. I quickly followed her. Was she really going to do what I thought she was?
I quickly made my way down the dark hallway, where she was poised at the door of one of the booths. She opened the door as I reached her, but before we could enter the small room, the clerk appeared at the entrance of the hallway. "Hey," he said. "What do you two think you're doing?"
"Oh, I was just going to watch a movie with..." she paused. "What's your name?" she asked me.
Playing along, I answered, "Rod."
"Mmmm, Rod." She purred, "I like that." Turning to the clerk, she said, "I was just going to watch a movie with Rod." By this time, the middle-aged man she'd turned down was standing next to the clerk, curious to see what was going on.
"Not in my store," replied the clerk forcefully.
"Oh, I get it," Shavonda said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. "I can't watch a movie, but you'll let HIM nut all over the walls back here." She pointed to the balding man, who quickly disappeared back into the store.
"It's okay Rod," Shavonda cooed, running her hand up my crotch and squeezing my manhood. "My car is outside. It'll be more comfortable than the movie booth."
The clerk was furious. "Out!" he screamed. "Leave or I'll call the cops."
"With pleasure," Shavonda smirked. "I found what I'm looking for anyway." Grabbing my hand, she led me out of the store. It was hard to walk with my now raging boner sticking out like a flagpole, tenting my pants in the process. "Bye guys," she waved at the men in the store, blowing them a kiss as we left.
Once in the car, Shavonda turned to me with eyebrows arched? "Rod?" she asked.
"it seemed appropriate," I replied.
"You played your part to the hilt." We both laughed hysterically.
"You know we'll never be welcome in that store again," I laughed. "Were you really going to take me back into the booth?"
"Oh, HELL naw!" Shavonda exclaimed in mock horror. "I don't know what bodily fluids have soaked into the seat and walls. That's just nasty. But they didn't know that."
We found what we were looking for at a store in Homestead that catered to lingerie and fetish gear. Four sets of handcuffs, lined with purple fake fur, made their way home with us that afternoon. By now, we were both Horny and couldn't wait to try them out.
Once home we quickly hit the bedroom. As I fished in the bag for the cuffs, Shavonda pulled the dress over her head. Underneath she wore nothing. If I'd have known that we wouldn't have made it home. I gently but firmly pushed her back on the bed with my bad arm across her chest. As she scooted up to the headboard, I was on her.
