Dare reached out to squeeze my hands beforeglancing between us with a cheeky grin. “This is going to be so much fun.”
I was pretty sure we had different ideas ofwhat fun might look like, but I was ready to test my wings at any rate.
We had a Master.
It was time to let him actually takecontrol.
****
It was like a dirty candy store with lotsof bright colors and an overwhelming number of options.
I’d ordered a few things online over theyears from companies that promised plain brown packaging, but I’d never steppedin a store that sold this kind of stuff. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting,but it wasn’t something that looked like an erotic Walgreens.
Different sections were clearly labeledwith everything from movies to sexy lingerie. As Dare led us toward the toys atthe back of the store, he dropped his voice low. “I know a guy who’s got areally great store about an hour from here, but I thought you might like someanonymity the first time. If there’s stuff we decide to buy, we’ll look onlineor we’ll go visit my friend.”
“I guess this is a business like everythingelse.” Ryan looked around, a more serious expression on his face. “I don’t knowif I could tell my mother I ran an adult toy store.”
Focusing on it from a business angle madeeverything easier. “I’m not sure how easy it would be to get financing to openup something like this. But I think your family can ignore a startling numberof stressful things, so she’d probably just tell everyone you opened a toystore and leave it at that.”
They meant well, but sometimescommunication wasn’t their strong suit.
Ryan seemed to be trying to change it goingforward, or at least he was trying not to become his father, but it wasdifficult.
Especially since we’d spent years ignoringall kinds of obvious hints about our own sexuality and needs.
Ryan chuckled, still studying the store likea business opportunity. “But it helps point out that there are a lot of otherjob ideas I’d never thought of.”
Very true.
Following his train of thought as I ignoredall the interesting things Dare was leading us past, I shrugged. “There are alot of options out there, but this is going to be an extremely customer serviceoriented business. Do you think you could answer questions over and over on adaily basis?”
I wasn’t sure that sounded like fun.
Talking about this stuff with Dare was onething, but neither of us were the type to have strong opinions on differenttypes of dildos and cuffs…or at least not opinions we were willing to share inpublic.
Dare was chuckling quietly, letting usdistract ourselves as we tried to look relaxed and like we belonged. But thatonly lasted until we walked up to the wall-o-toys.
Good grief.
Why were there so many different types ofnipple clamps?
Was that a leash?
How could you leash someone with nippleclamps?
Wait.
I didn’t want to know the answers to any ofthose questions.
As Dare studied the toys, I glanced over atRyan to see similar emotions flashing over his face. Leaning closer, I droppedmy voice low. “What do you think?”
“I don’t want anything that looks like itcomes out of an alien movie in the house.” His gaze seemed to have gotten stuckon what seemed to be monster or maybe alien themed products.
They were interesting, but so far out of mycomfort zone that I looked back toward the floggers that didn’t seem so overwhelmingall of a sudden. “Um, the black one looks nice.”
And soft?
Was that a good thing or a bad thing?
