Recently, the urge for new ways to play was so great that I visited the local DIY store around the corner with my test slave Heiko. Now ask yourself what a dominatrix is doing in a DIY store. Well, in addition to the various offers of erotic articles on the Internet and sex stores, everyday companions such as a nice hard bristle broom offer a welcome change. After a desperate search by the DIY store salesman in various aisles, I was able to find it in the screw department. Engrossed in counting screws and kneeling in front of me. I thought to myself, that’s a good starting position.
“Hello, can you help me?”
He raised his eyes with an annoyed expression, which turned into a friendly smile when he saw me.
The first thing I need is screws. I had the advantages of all the screws explained to me in detail. I chopped off his funny look when I asked which ones were the pointiest and his pitying look at Heiko with relish. After handing over various packs to Heiko’s care. Heiko is already showing deficits in his attitude. Now I definitely need fishing hooks, which ones are particularly recommended, I asked the perplexed salesman. He replied, “What fish would I like to catch? I said, well, I would prefer to have ball-eyed cuddly fish.
Huh? Was the only answer. I said just show me the heels and I’ll choose the right ones. No sooner said than done. I proudly handed my slave my 10 really sharp and nasty looking heels. My question about a respirator mask was by now quite commonplace for the salesperson. He also showed me a selection here and I decided on one that I first tested on Heiko. After his face had turned a little blue and his eyes were rolling slightly, I decided to go for this mask. Then I needed some painter’s tape, preferably the one with adhesive tape, and the salesman hurried me into the next aisle. Heiko trotted behind us with his eyes downcast and with what was now a very impressive collection of tools of torture. “Go straight!” I ordered him.
“You’re not here with your friends at the regulars’ table.”
He felt my high heels on his feet and a groan of pain escaped him.
The last thing I need is a broom, I said, and we were already in the household department. Of course, I also had to test the selection on Heiko.
“So we’ve got everything! Thank you very much and have a nice day!” With these words, I said goodbye to the salesperson before any more stupid questions came. One “Döspaddl” is enough for me.
Heiko draped my newly acquired collection neatly on the treadmill. That triggered a joyful feeling in me. In my mind I was already imagining all the things I could do with it. I rubbed my hands together.
I had to correct Heiko’s attitude again in front of the DIY store. I adorned his face with my handprint….
