THE BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS

TWENTY (RUBY POV)

"Bluma, stop it!"

"What? I'm not doing anything."

"The fuck you don't," I answer pretending to be angry while she looks at me with innocence. I roll my eyes hard and the pretty woman smirks mischievously, following me down the aisle. Iselen is busy picking out new leather wrist cuffs that Medusa wanted while her friend is wandering around the store with me, taking a look at the stuff on the shelves. The problem is that Bluma stops every few steps, she grazes a riding whip with her fingertips or takes a gag, looking at me out of the corner of her eye and raising an eyebrow, as if she were wondering how good it'd look on me. I can't help blushing every time she grabs a hanger with a risqué leather corset and her eyes travel all over my body, calculating the size I'd need.

"Bluma!"

"This is gorgeous... You should try it."

"I don't think I'd look good wearing a mini latex dress in a flashy yellow shade," I reply shaking my head, laughing amused.

"You're right, you'd look better wearing this. You should buy it for your next premiere..." Bluma shows me a pink leather bust harness and a matching broad collar with silver buckles.

"That wouldn't cover my body in a decent way."

"I know..." a sultry smile spreads across her face. "Have you ever visited The Stockroom before?"

"To be honest, no, I've always bought my toys online because that's more discreet... I don't even know what to do with half of the stuff here. What about you? Are you a regular customer?"

"No, I prefer to be in direct contact with the best craftsmen. My dungeon equipment is custom made, designed by me in accordance with my needs and circumstances and... the size of my sub." I nod, trying to look mature and relaxed even if I can feel my cheeks blushing while Bluma smirks mischievously again. It's no easy for me to talk to a woman who's the best Dom in the world, supposedly, while she takes a crimson colored dildo and puts her fingers around it to check the size. "Not all women are built the same way and I like to give all my subs a personalized treatment."

"Sounds fancy..." I whisper while watching entranced how her index rubs the silicone toy slowly.

"I can afford it. Iselen, however, must buy these things in a standard size for the club although I know she always picks out the best quality stuff. I've introduced her to my favorite craftsmen these past years and, maybe, she'll be willing to design something special for you now that you both have a stable relationship... What size do you prefer for your anal plugs?" she asks winking at me.

"Bluma, stop it!" I growl looking around worried but the store is big, no one is close to us and Iselen and the clerk aren't paying attention to us. "You're a lovely woman, Frau Ahren, funny and a tease. You're educated, pretty, have style and money. I don't understand why you didn't get married, I'm pretty sure a handful of daring girls tried to catch you."

"Oh, of course they tried. Even when gay marriage wasn't legal years ago, some young girls tried to persuade me to be their full-time sugar mama."

"And did you feel tempted to do it? Haven't you ever found anyone special?" I ask with curiosity but she keeps her eyes fixed on some silver nipple clamps for a minute before nodding reluctantly.

"Maybe on a couple of occasions, yes, but I've always been too independent, too intense to live with another woman without arguing every day, or maybe too coward to try to have a stable relationship... I've always lived too fast, I felt like time was slipping through my fingers and didn't want to miss all the great things the world had to offer... And later, it was too late and I was used to my life, my loneliness, my own way of doing things... It's hard to give up and adjust to other people's habits at my age."