A few days ago"Via Sinclair? Is this right?" The guy from the counter shouted my name. "This order is for a woman named Via Sinclair. Miss Sinclair, your vibrator has arrived."
I knew that coming to a an actual shop for buying sex goods was not a good idea, but did he have to say that over the intercom?
Mortified, I hurried to the counter where the attendant had read my name. This was supposed to be a pick-up order so I could browse the littlest items in the store right after. The measurements online were sometimes wrong, so I had to see things in person. But dang it, the attendant was foul for mentioning my full name.
I smiled at the man nonetheless when I reached him. Yes, I know. I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it.
"E-Excuse me. . ."
"Are you Via?"
"Y-Yes."
He measured me with a look. Clicking his tongue at the hair over my face that occluded most of his view, he pushed the paper bag to me, mentioning, "This is your order."
I checked the package. It was wrong. "E-err, Sir?"
"Yes? Any problems?"
I pointed to the description. "I didn't want this kind of vibrator. I-I wanted the tube one?"
"This is the only one we have."
"But the internet description—"
"Just go to another shop."
My teeth were amply gritted by the time I left that place. Stupid shop. Stupid penis-looking vibrator. Stupid me for coming there.
I happened upon another shop's window pane and couldn't help but look at myself through the glass. My hair was red, supposed to be bouncy, but I managed to make it limp. My eyes were blue, yet they weren't the ocean. They were dead. And my lips that were supposed to be pouty were in a perfect foolish grimace. Why was I like this? Why was I such a loser? Why couldn't I stand up for myself?
My cellphone vibrated for the first time today. Hands shaking, I checked the message, but it was a spam.
Why isn't she messaging me?
I refreshed the screen. Still nothing. Maybe Eloise was busy.
I thought about her as I walked the streets. This woman, Eloise, was someone I met a year ago over a website. Strange, I know. I shouldn't have contacted first. It made me only sound like a serial killer. But Eloise gave her thoughts once in a group chat. Only once, mind you, and I was curious. She sounded familiar, even in chat. So I contacted her. She contacted me back.
I found myself liking her.
She was exactly the type that I was going for: submissive. It was funny when you think about it, in real life I came off like that, but I wanted to be something else.
There was a spring in my steps as I walked further, remembering my conversations with Eloise. She was always afraid in chat, hesitant, thought I knew that there was a spark there. Somewhere in Eloise's system was a lioness needing to be tamed, and I wanted, not to be the circus' lion tamer, but something more. Something I wasn't in real life. A real guide to her, sans the circus.
I entered the other shop that the guy from the one I left had recommended. This had a more low-key aura. Exactly my place. Quickly, I perused the shelves they had. Eloise had told me that she was a virgin. I was too, though I never told her that.
What would she think of her guide if I told her I was inexperienced in sex? She'd be horrified.
No, a Mistress like I wanted to be should be a shining light. An example. My thoughts were taken back to the shelves. What would fit Eloise? What would make her satisfied once I fucked her?
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Strangers In Romance
HumorCalista Benning's goal is to win for city Mayor even at a younger age. Too strict for her own good, she has a shot, if it weren't for her peculiar tastes. Underneath the modelesque physique, the devil attitude, and her too good for you behavior, lur...