The store was rather dimly lit, as one would expect out of such a place. Dante looked around after he’d entered. This was definitely an adult store. He’d been in places like these before, usually after he found a girlfriend who’d stick around more than the standard two days. Almost anything kinky he could think of was on prominent display. The only thing that seemed to be missing was the extensive and amazing porn section. Well, it made sense. If the place didn’t even have telephones, it’d be extremely unlikely that they’d have tapes, much less DVDs. He’d have to find another way to get his jollies.
…Wait. Porn wasn’t why he’d come into the store. The sheer grandeur of the store was distracting. Hadn’t he come in here to find The Prince? Dante took a cursory look around the place. The aisles were tall and there were too many other interesting things to look at. They even had furry handcuffs! That was on the tame side of what they had, though. He walked deeper and deeper into the store, attracted by promises of exotic lingerie and extra heavy duty straps. That was good, as he had a tendency to snap those normal sissy straps in just seconds…
He was so distracted that he jumped when he heard a familiar voice shriek. Pillows? What would this place be doing selling pillows?? After a moment of consideration, Dante realized it could be one of many things. After a further moment of consideration, he realized that it was his little charge who had yelled in delight.
Dante hurried through the aisles. It got easier to track down The Prince, as there was also the sound of things falling over. What a klutz, Dante thought irritably as he turned a corner and found himself looking up an aisle towards Prince.
So this was where the promised exotic lingerie was… Dante was only momentarily distracted by all the skimpy clothing until he noticed what The Prince was doing. What. The. Hell…
Dante couldn’t help it anymore. It began as a snort, and escalated into a fit of giggles. Soon Dante was down on his knees, arms wrapped around his stomach as gales of laughter poured out of him. The Prince… had a fucking bra… tied around his head!! It was HYSTERICAL!!!! Dante furiously wished he’d had a camera. The Prince looked almost like a Vegas showpiece with the style of bra he’d chosen, too! Dante gasped, trying to catch any scrap of breath he could. The Prince was free to wander off, and he did.
He wiped away tears as he tried to stop laughing. That image would be burned into his mind forever. How could he ever look at Prince again without bursting into laughter? Maybe it was fortunate that they’d stopped here!!
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…Wait. Porn wasn’t why he’d come into the store. The sheer grandeur of the store was distracting. Hadn’t he come in here to find The Prince? Dante took a cursory look around the place. The aisles were tall and there were too many other interesting things to look at. They even had furry handcuffs! That was on the tame side of what they had, though. He walked deeper and deeper into the store, attracted by promises of exotic lingerie and extra heavy duty straps. That was good, as he had a tendency to snap those normal sissy straps in just seconds…
He was so distracted that he jumped when he heard a familiar voice shriek. Pillows? What would this place be doing selling pillows?? After a moment of consideration, Dante realized it could be one of many things. After a further moment of consideration, he realized that it was his little charge who had yelled in delight.
Dante hurried through the aisles. It got easier to track down The Prince, as there was also the sound of things falling over. What a klutz, Dante thought irritably as he turned a corner and found himself looking up an aisle towards Prince.
So this was where the promised exotic lingerie was… Dante was only momentarily distracted by all the skimpy clothing until he noticed what The Prince was doing. What. The. Hell…
Dante couldn’t help it anymore. It began as a snort, and escalated into a fit of giggles. Soon Dante was down on his knees, arms wrapped around his stomach as gales of laughter poured out of him. The Prince… had a fucking bra… tied around his head!! It was HYSTERICAL!!!! Dante furiously wished he’d had a camera. The Prince looked almost like a Vegas showpiece with the style of bra he’d chosen, too! Dante gasped, trying to catch any scrap of breath he could. The Prince was free to wander off, and he did.
He wiped away tears as he tried to stop laughing. That image would be burned into his mind forever. How could he ever look at Prince again without bursting into laughter? Maybe it was fortunate that they’d stopped here!!