Making and breaking of a cuckold – 10 The sex shop

I parked outside the The Bordello, an adult store downtown, and entered with Mistress. Sure enough, the salesperson was a young female, early 20s, dressed punk-style all in black with heavy make-up, a pierced lip and nose, and a bad attitude, probably from dealing with all the perverts like me who visited the store.

She sneered at me and said, “Wadda you want mister?” Then she then noticed Mistress and her demeanour changed as she ignored me and chatted politely with Gemma. I just stood there waiting, eyes down.

“So this guy is your slave and you want a leather jock strap and harness, right? And the jock strap has to be extra large. Why, he doesn’t look like he’s well hung. Oh, I see, he’s wearing a chastity tube. With a DreamLover! Wow, you’ve done well Gemma”.

“Thank you Christy. I’ve cuckolded him too. I’ve seen you at the gym, haven’t I? Well, my bull is Max, you know, the big blond gym instructor”.

I had been through a lot since Max and Gemma had taken charge but this was right up there in terms of being humiliating. I stared at the ground, not game to make eye contact.