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I’m doing a shitty job recording this, but when I finally open my eyes, Eden is staring at the phone screen as if she’s watching herself get me off.
“Holy shit,” I whisper as my head falls back against the mirror.
Just then, someone from outside of the curtain loudly clears their throat.
Eden slowly pulls her hand from my pants and stares into my wide eyes. We wait in awkward silence until we hear their footfall retreating. Then we both break into quiet laughter together.
“We should get out of here,” I say in a low whisper.
“Fine, but we’re going to another shop,” she replies. “You’re getting something today. Something you feel sexy in.”
“Well, I think we have to buy these pants now,” I reply, and she laughs again before placing a kiss on my mouth.
“Okay, you get dressed while I send this video to Clay.”
I cover my breasts with my arm as she opens the curtain and slips out. After I take off the leather pants and replace them with my black cotton skirt from home, I feel as if I’m swaying on my feet, dizzy and drunk on nothing else but her.
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At the next lingerie-slash-sex-toy shop, Eden leads me through the aisles. I’m too busy gazing around the room like a kid at the zoo to do any real shopping.
“I have some ideas of what might work. I’m going to pick you out some things, and I want you to try them on,” she says without looking at me.
“Okay,” I say as I move through the store toward the dressing rooms in the back. Before I get there, I stop in awe at the wall of punishment toys—paddles, whips, floggers. My fingers cascade over the leather.
It’s a few minutes before Eden approaches with her arms full of clothing.
“Is this what you used on Clay?” I ask, touching the black flogger.
“Yes,” she replies.
“Does he really like this stuff?” I ask.
“When he needs it,” she replies plainly.
“Needs it?” I ask, looking at her with curiosity.
“It wasn’t often,” she replies, shifting the clothes to the other arm. “Clay was always very obedient, but everyone fails from time to time.”
“What did he do to deserve this?” I ask.
“One time, he came without permission. And then another time, he spoke rudely to my friend.”
“So you…beat him?”
She looks at me as if offended. “It was consensual. I knew his boundaries, and he knew his safe words.”
Just then, one of the workers comes up to Eden and puts out her hands for the clothing. “I can put those in a dressing room for you if you’re still shopping.”
“Thank you,” Eden replies as she hands over the stack. “They’re for her.”
The worker looks at me and then at Eden, curiosity on her face. She might think I’m her sub, which makes me feel warm and excited.
She looks back at Eden as she says, “They’ll be in room four for her when she’s ready.”
Eden nods, and the woman walks away.
When we’re alone, Eden pulls me closer. “The thing you have to understand about Clay is that he loves to obey and please. He grew up without a lot of attention or praise, so he thrives in an environment where he knows exactly what is expected of him so he can be rewarded.
