Chapter 6 - Nerd About Town
Journal Entry #6
I stood on the sidewalk in front of the Rope & Bunny Adult Store. It was a traditional shop in an older part of downtown. From the outside, it was just like any other store on the block. It was what was on the inside that had me terrified.
Eventually, I mustered up the courage to step inside. I gave one last look around, making sure that no one was watching before grabbing the antique looking door knob and twisting. The old school bell on the front door thwarted my hopes of slipping in quietly.
I am not sure why I was so stressed. It's a perfectly legitimate business, I am old enough to be here, I am three hours away from my hometown, and I barely even know anyone in Kingstown yet. Still, it feels so wrong for some reason.
Nervously, I stepped inside and gently closed the door behind me. My first impression was unexpected. It was very bright and clean inside. A very professional looking boutique. Not the seedy house of perversion that I was half expecting. The second thing I noticed was how much bigger the store was than I expected from the outside. The showroom continued very deep into the building.
Like a small child on their first trip into a toy store, I stood there in awe of the sheer amount of kinky toys and accessories on display. I locked eyes with the shopkeeper who was standing behind the counter. He was a very dark skinned gentleman with dreadlocks. He smiled at me and said, "Welcome to the Rope & Bunny. Is there anything I can help you find today?"
"Just browsing," I nervously squeaked out.
Everything looked very high quality and possibly even hand-made. None of the cheap pink fuzzy handcuffs and cheesy blowup dolls that I would have expected from a sex toy store. The room smelled of rich leather. This was truly a shop for those who took their fetishes seriously. This place was truly heaven!
The display wall started with a large assortment of dildos and butt plugs. Every color imaginable, they ranged from a reasonable size to ones that must only be for novelty. No human could fit that monster inside themselves, right? I'm not sure I'm ready to be shoving anything up there quite yet, so I continued on.
Next along the wall was a selection of whips, crops, paddles, and floggers. Unfortunately, impact toys were not a practical idea for the dorm. Our neighbors might question the noises.
Still, I imagined those mean DIX frat boys using one of the big wooden paddles on my pledge ass. My thoughts faded to Evan using one of the smaller ping pong looking paddles on my bare butt, bent over and dressed in his hockey gear again.
I snapped out of my daydreams and looked around. How long was I standing there staring off into space?
The collection of gags was quite impressive. Ball gags, bit gags, and ring gags, all with beautiful leather straps and shiny metal buckles and hardware.
I picked up one of the handcrafted lockable leather muzzles and held it in my hands. I had to stop myself from buckling it on right there.
"That is hand made by a local craftsman," offered the shopkeeper.
After I noticed the price tag, I carefully placed the beautiful muzzle back in its place and continued to browse the display.
The panel gag with an attached penis tip was intriguing. The pure humiliation of being silenced with something that looked like a dick just seemed so degrading and hot.
Then it caught my eye. A plastic jock cup with lockable leather straps. An absolutely degrading muzzle that could be easily paired with stinky socks, dirty underwear, or a rancid jock strap for ultimate humiliation. I thought about my muscular hockey player roommate wearing the cup down his boxer-briefs at the gym all day, then reattach the straps, stuff his sweaty underwear in my yap, and lock the ball scented cup over my mouth and nose for the night. I was now rock hard, and my sweatpants were struggling to hide it.
A glass display case held a variety of chastity devices. Some were made of plastic, while others were stainless steel. A few even had spikes inside! I cringe just thinking about how that might feel. I understand the submission that comes with someone else holding the key to your lock, but I enjoy frequent self fornication far too much to ever want to try that, thank you!
The back area of the showroom was dedicated to bondage equipment and dungeon accessories. This area was my favorite part of the store so far.
My eyes were immediately drawn to the large leather padded St Andrew's cross on the back wall. I am sure it was way out of my price range, and it would be very hard to hide in our room, but I could only imagine the fun that could be had once Evan secured me to it.
The heavy wooden stocks had the same logistical issues, but I still couldn't help but think about how it would pair so well with one of the crops or paddles across the room. I would be locked in and helpless from my roommate's endless ticking, spanking, and various torments. I bet even that nice penis gag couldn't silence my begging and crying from our neighbors.
The massive selection of cuffs, locking mittens, spreader bars, straight jackets, masks, and other "must have" dungeon accessories were all going on my "when I win the lottery" list.
Over stimulated by the erotic paradise that surrounded me, I almost forgot what I had come here for in the first place. Proudly displayed behind the counter, front and center between the shelves of lubes and lotions hung a beautiful gray replica Soviet gas mask.
"Can I please see the gas mask, sir," I meekly asked the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper grinned as he proudly presented the mask to me as if it were a royal crown.
I accepted the mask. I ran my index finger around the eye lenses before inspecting the black hose and empty filter housing at the other end. I have researched these online extensively, but this was the first time ever actually holding one in my hands.
"Try it on," suggested the shopkeeper, as he made the motion of putting it on with his hands.
My hands were trembling as I stretched the opening and pulled it over my head. It was very snug. The smell of the rubber was intoxicating. The limited peripheral vision through the lenses felt strange. The clicking of the valves was ominous every time that I inhaled and exhaled. I imagined being trapped inside my new sleeping bag all night like this.
I jumped a little in shock as the shopkeeper's voice startled me back to reality. He told me that the hose was removable, and the filter housing screws directly to the mask. He said that he liked the hose thought, as it worked well for breath play and scent play."
I carefully slipped the mask off, trying not to pull my hair in the process. I placed the mask down on the counter.
"I'll take it!" I cheered with giddy excitement.
"Excellent choice. Is there anything else today," asked the shopkeeper.
I hesitantly looked over my shoulder at the display of gags before giving in to my horny desires. I darted back to the display and retrieved the humiliating jockstrap muzzle.
Although I ended up going a little over my budget, it will be worth having to live like a broke college student for the next week. I couldn't wait to show my new toys to Evan after he gets back from hockey practice this evening.
Journal Entry #7
I ran into a familiar face in the elevator, one of the " Douchebag frat boys" from the other night. He was the one whose friend wanted to tie him up.
"How was your birthday?" He asked, trying to make small talk.
"Good. How was your pretend birthday? " I countered. His instant look of embarrassment and shame was kinda cute.
"You know, he was only kidding, right?!" He said, clearly lying.
Once the elevator doors opened, he darted far away from our awkward conversation. I enjoyed the irony that someone else was socially awkward for once.
Journal Entry #8
Evan came home from practice the other night in an off mood, and he hasn't been acting the same since.
He is moving around kinda weird at times. I thought maybe he hurt himself playing hockey, but when I asked him about it, he said no, that he was fine, and to mind my own fucking business. Very uncharacteristic of him.
When I showed him the new gas mask and jock muzzle, he started off interested, then started acting all uncomfortable and weird again. I have been afraid to ask him to zip me up in the sleeping bag since.
He has stopped changing in front of me and now wears baggy sweatpants around the dorm. It's as if he is hiding his body from me.
On the plus side, I haven't come home to a sock on the door all week. Come to think of it, I don't think he has gone out for a bootie call either.
I am worried that he has changed his mind about being open to my fetishes or my sexuality. Is this what the rest of the school year is going to be like? Was it all just a honeymoon stage?
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