Frank and Stephanie smiled at each other as they stepped out of the car. It was about 10:30pm when they arrived at the 'Guilty Pleasures' adult superstore. Frank opened the rear-door of the car, reached inside and took hold of the leash hanging around their unwilling captive's neck. With a few yanks of the leash, their unwilling sissy slave stepped out of the car. Clinton shuddered as the cold, harsh night air hit his scantily-clad body; the black corset, pink skirt and fishnets offered little protection against the weather. His wrists were tightly bound behind his back with rope, and a second coil of rope hugged his chest and shoulders. A ball gag wedged firmly between his teeth muffled any attempts at speaking.
"Ready to go shopping darling?" asked Frank cheerfully.
Clinton had been held captive by the couple for two weeks at this point, and it was his first time outside of their house since he was kidnapped. The kinky couple, both in their late 40's, had subjected the 24-year old to a wide variety of sexual torment. Clinton had been forced to become their sissy, a feminine slave subject to whatever filthy desires the two had as they engaged in their psychotic roleplay. Whenever they weren't using him for their own pleasure, he was confined to his 'bedroom' - a sensory overload of pastel pink walls, satin pillows and fluffy stuffed animals, not to mention the wardrobe full of girly outfits they liked to trot him around in. Tonight however, the couple were looking to take their twisted games to the next level.
The pair looked their slave up and down as they stood out on the sidewalk, inspecting every aspect of his appearance. Stephanie had worked meticulously to ensure his makeup was perfect, and his thick brown hair was now finally long enough to be styled into two small pigtails. Frank checked the ropes to ensure none had come loose during transit, and that the gag was still firmly secured in place. Not that the couple weren't well prepared for any potential emergencies, with spare ropes and a pair of handcuffs stashed inside Stephanie's handbag. They each took a deep breath before entering the building, both of them equal parts nervous and excited for what they were about to do.
Stephanie stepped through the door, followed by Frank dragging their captive by the leash. The store was empty at this time, aside from the young woman working behind the counter. Her friendly expression changed to one of confusion as she noticed Clinton reluctantly walk through the door.
"Good evening." said Stephanie warmly towards the young woman.
Clinton let out a panicked cry for help, although the words were mostly gibberish as they filtered through the thick plastic ball in his mouth. The woman gave a friendly wave, despite her initial shock the store was no stranger to exhibitionists looking to act out their kink in public. The saleswoman approached the couple and extended her hand.
"Hello, my name is Lisa, how may I help you today?"
She asked in a polite tone, not quite sure what to expect from these interesting customers. The couple shook hands and exchanged pleasantries, apologizing in advance for any of their 'little girl's' potential poor behavior.
"This is our sissy Annabelle. It's her first time here and she would like to get some fun new toys to play with." said Stephanie. Clinton shook his head wildly, enraged and humiliated at being called Annabelle in front of the pretty young employee.
"Well Annabelle, we are thrilled to have you here tonight. I hope you find something you like, and if any of you need a hand don't hesitate to ask!" Lisa was always happy to play along with customers to ensure they had the best possible experience inside the store.
Clinton whimpered as Lisa walked back over to the counter, seemingly unfazed by his desperate pleas for help. His attention was quickly drawn back to his captors as Frank tugged on his leash and led him down the first aisle. Clinton had never been inside one of these kinds of stores before, so the assortment of exotic toys adorning the shelves was an intimidating sight. First was the bondage aisle, where Frank picked out a studded leather paddle. Next came the costume section, where Stephanie gleefully inspected every garment before settling on two pieces of lingerie: one for herself and another for Clinton to wear.
Lisa watched on curiously as they made their way through the various sections of the store. The pair looked like a normal everyday couple, both well presented and neatly dressed, but she couldn't help but feel like something wasn't quite right. Clinton's acting felt way more believable than anyone else she had seen role play in the store. The couple were more than 20 years older than him. And the way he was bound seemed overkill for typical BDSM, like they were concerned he might get loose. Still, she told herself she was just being paranoid. If this truly was something sinister, there was no way they would risk bringing him out in public like this.
After leaving the costume aisle, the trio then briefly went their own separate ways: Stephanie made her way towards the back of the store to browse the range of sex swings, whilst Frank dragged his thrashing victim into one of the private booths. Clinton fought hard and protested as loudly as the gag would allow, but he was no match for the much-larger man who pushed him inside and closed the door behind them. These booths were designated primarily as change rooms, however the assortment of condom and lube samples inside suggested the store was well aware of what patrons got up to in there.
At the other end of the store Stephanie made friendly conversation with Lisa, who was helping her reach the expensive swing she had carefully chosen. Clinton emerged from the booth about 10 minutes later with a disgusted look on his face, and Frank followed swiftly afterwards. He briefly stopped Clinton to straighten his skirt and check that the ropes were still secure, before marching him over to where Stephanie was waiting for them. The group continued their journey through the store, stopping briefly to pour through the assorted clearance bins in the middle of the aisles. Here they filled their basket with even more naughty novelties: nipple clamps, cherry-flavored lubricant, and a multipack of ball gags in assorted colors.
Finally they reached the store's most popular section; on the wall closest to the counter sat an enormous collection of butt plugs, dildos and vibrators.
"Alright Annabelle," said Stephanie. "Which toy would you like?" Clinton shook his head and mumbled; he had no desire to play along with their twisted game. Frank reached for a beaded purple butt plug that caught his attention and gestured towards Clinton.
"This looks fun. It's quite a different shape to your other plugs at home." Clinton again shook his head in defiance, his high-heels clicking on the polished floor as he angrily stamped his feet.
