Dildos weren’t sexual?
“Okay.” Looking around, I tried not to smile. “I can see very clearly they’re all designed to be funny.”
This was insane.
“But if I wanted something absolutely hilarious that was supposed to just look like it would restrain an omega’s cock, what would I buy?” The internet had not been helpful about that. I could buy everything from toothpaste to a small island in the Caribbean online, but I hadn’t been able to find anything remotely sexual.
The only reason I’d even known to look for them had been a few mentions on the beta BDSM pages.
The man who seemed to be the store owner rolled his eyes again. “I’m required to tell you that forcing an omega to submit and encouraging that behavior is morally wrong. But check aisle three.”
“Thanks.” Oddest shopping trip ever.
As I headed toward what was probably the direction of aisle three, the guy started to follow me. I wasn’t sure if I looked sketchy or if he finally realized I wasn’t vice, but I really didn’t care as long as I could get what I came for.
A cock cage.
And if a few other toys fell into my hands, I wouldn’t protest either.
Tanner needed to know he was mine, and I had a feeling something more concrete would help reinforce that.
As I started wandering through the aisle that had different kinds of restraints and cages, all carefully labeled with the odd phrasing that they were for novelty gifts only, I realized I wasn’t sure what I was looking for. The information on them was vaguer than I’d pictured.
I had a feeling the laws that were trying to keep omegas safe were just putting people in danger. How could someone use this stuff safely without any instructions? Tanner and I were smart, and I had a feeling his friends were just as wicked as he was, but we needed somewhere to start.
After setting down the third cock ring that looked too big or just poorly made, my frustration was starting to rise. “This should not be that hard. It’s sex toys, for fuck’s sake.”
“Novelty items only.” The dry voice behind me had me turning and snorting.
“Sorry, novelty items.” Holding up a cock ring, I scowled. “Don’t you have anything that isn’t for a beta?”
Tanner wasn’t tiny, but he was an omega. His body was just designed differently than an alpha’s or beta’s and a big cock ring wouldn’t work. The guy whose name I still didn’t know gave me a long look. “You’re really in a relationship with an omega?”
For fuck’s sake. “Yes. And really, that seems like a stupid question.”
If he didn’t feel the need to be polite, I wouldn’t either.
The guy barked out a laugh. “I get beta couples in here all the time where one claims to be the omega and one the alpha; it’s some kind of role play kink.”
I wasn’t even going to analyze that.
“What kind of privacy policy do you have?” I wasn’t going to put our personal life out there for just anyone, but if the guy could actually give me some pointers, it might be worth the risk.
He laughed again. “No policy, but I know how to keep my mouth shut, so you won’t hear gossip from me. Besides, who would I tell?”
The cops if he actually got raided, but there would be no way to prevent that.
“You’re clearly making a living, so you have to get customers in here. How do I know you’re not blabbing to them?” I shrugged and picked up another box, trying to decide if the plastic looked smooth enough.
He snorted. “Customers who are ducking in and out of here because I’m the only store in a hundred miles aren’t really up for chatting.”
So he was bored?
“There seems to be a big community who’s interested in it, though. People just don’t have an easy time talking about it.” I reached for another box, but the owner’s hand pointing to one on a lower shelf had me crouching down.
“That one. Most aren’t designed for smaller penises because they don’t want issues with regulators saying they're trying to corrupt omegas.” When I scoffed as I picked up the box, he seemed to take that as encouragement to continue. “That one will work for short-term and long-term use.”
Finally, practical information.
