“It’s not easy being mean,” she sang under her breath.
She’d looked over the toys she had this morning, and nothing there inspired her. Nothing gave her spark that said, “Use that on him.” She’d looked over her little sub and bit her lip. This just wasn’t going to work.
“Okay, slutboy,” she said. “We’re going shopping.” He let out a deep sigh. He hated shopping almost as much as she did. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you something to do while we’re there.”
So they took the van.
It wasn’t a mini-van, or even a finished van. It was unfinished and raw inside, other than a futon she’d tossed down. She let him kneel and tied his arms so they were up and reaching for the ceiling. She also tied around him to the sides, so he wouldn’t flail about as she drove. Also, so he couldn’t move.
His cock was right where she wanted it, inside it’s little plastic cage.
She was going up to the new development on the outskirts of town. They’d built a Target or a Wal-Mart up there. And there was a big hardware store. The drove and he moaned a bit in the back. Hard to do more when you’re gagged, after all.
She pulled into the lot, and climbed into the back of the van. She tossed a dress at him, and unsnapped his restraints. “Here’s fifty bucks,” she said. “You’ll get an orgasm for each new toy you bring me. You have an hour.”
He pulled the dress over his head, and she undid the ball gag. He slid on some shoes, and she handed him the cash. “Don’t spend it all in one place,” she said. She handed him his purse, and he blushed.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said.
Maybe it wasn’t so hard to be mean after all.