Author's Note: a true visit to an adult store with a friendly sales lady triggers a nice fantasy


My excitement was growing as I turned into the parking lot again, where I had been a few days earlier. I was on the home stretch of a business trip and the parking lot was one of an adult store.

Let me tell you something about myself and my home situation before proceeding.

I am married to a lovely wife, who unfortunately does not share my interest in kinky experiments and erotic play. I like playing around with bondage, yet she had never picked up on it. Therefore, it was on business trips such as this one where I could indulge in self bondage. My suitcase always featured my collection of bondage wrap, leather cuffs and blindfolds to play in hotel rooms.

In web stories, I had read other self bondage stories where people had added butt plugs to their play. Since reading those stories, for example on Utopia or Gromets Plaza, I had dreamt of trips or flights with something inside me, without a chance to take it out. Meetings would be a challenge too, I reckoned.

How long could one wear these things anyway? Some stories had mentioned huge plugs in place for hours or days, but it seemed like oversized fantasy to me.

When I had left for this particular trip, the thought had been going around my brain. By coincidence (was it really?) a road works detour brought me through this town and past an adult store, just when it was about time for a break.

I had read about this particular store. Apparently it was sort of a designer store, offering top service & products in the erotic field, very woman friendly.

On an impulse, I had stopped to explore the offerings in butt plug world. I was studying the "hard" hardware and the "soft" hardware when I heard a friendly female voice behind me. "Hi, how can I help?"

I turned around and saw a very friendly sales lady who looked like she could have worked in a library of pharmacy. Her name tag said Sandra. She had a very open look in her eyes and face, and instinctively I felt I could trust her.

"Yes, well, I was looking for ...eer..." I stumbled and blushed. I had suddenly realised I had never talked about my erotic fantasies with anyone but my wife.

She seemed to sense my uneasiness and smiled, invitingly. "No worries, everyone stumbles initially. Take a breath and start again."

I took a breath, and then it all blurted out: my curiosity, my fantasies, my wife's attitude to them, my travel experiments, etc.

She took it all in, nodding, understanding, which slowed my heartbeat slowly back to normal.

By the time I was finished, we could talk as if she was advising a new pair of jeans.

The shop was quiet, so she took the time in taking me through the pro's and con';s of various anal toys, the do's and don'ts of anal play. "Take your time, build up slowly, enjoy every size for what it is and what it does. Take a walk with one before rushing onto the next size, feel it work inside you".

She was very convincing, I was wondering if she was a practical expert or simply well sales-trained.

Indeed many of the products on sale were good quality designer stuff, obviously made with loving care.

I took a starter set with 3 sizes, including a vibrating one.

As I had also read about the wonders of latex, she advised me on a latex hood as well.

In the end, I left well educated, with toys, lube and a small booklet on anal play. Being a typical man, I skipped the manual as soon as I got to my next hotel of course and rushed to try my new toys .... And regretted it: too big too quickly, ...... and it hurt.

Remembering her gentle words, I then took more time to relax first and build up the mood. A swim, a light bite and some erotic stories helped me to enjoy the small toy later that evening.

The second evening, I took a walk with plug #1, and changed it to #2 (the vibrating one) and had the most exciting dinner since along time.....not because of the food, of course.

The 3rd day I sat in a 3hour customer meeting, again with #1 in place, and had a great evening later that day by "conquering" #3.

Of course, whenever I played at the back end entry, my front was caught, or packed, in my steel cockrings and ball stretchers, while the latex hood covered my face.

So I guess this explains why I made the same detour on the way home, to go "beyond the starters pack"..

I was glad to see Sandra again. She recognised me as she was helping a lady on remote control toys, and gestured she'd be with me afterwards.

Excitedly I glanced at the toys again, more knowledgeable by now. On the road I had thought my next step should be "bigger", but in the store I realised there was "bigger length" or "bigger diameter".

Or both, of course.

I also noted the steel toys (very heavy duty, very cold, very sturdy), and the glass one, beautifully sculptured, almost a shame to "put them where the sun don't shine".

My mind went wandering again, especially as I noted steel cockrings with an anal ball attached behind it.

When Sandra showed up, we met as old friend who have shared a secret.

Which we did of course: she knew all about my fantasies and my toys. She was sincerely happy that my toys had done so well in pleasuring me, and delighted I wanted to go further. She appeared both like a teacher eager to teach a ne pupil, as a sales lady seeing a customer willing to buy.

I had chosen 2 butt toys, one of 4cm and one of 5cm diameter, having looked at a big one, the "Buttbuster". Sandra had looked at me, and without words reminded me of her earlier advice "build up slowly, enjoy every size for what it is". I left it for now.

Having enjoyed the latex hood, Sandra advised me to try a transparent latex catsuit next.

"It will hug your entire body, you will feel it clinging to your skin, the warmth, while it is not immediately obvious to the public should something peek out. You can wear it in a meeting, together with your plugs, if you like."she added with a devious smile. "Later you can add latex hoods, gloves, socks if you want to be completely packed. With a transparent hood and a wig, you can walk in public, if you have clothes of the suit."

My oh my, she was a good sales lady, she had me spot on. So of course I decided to buy a suit.

The adrenalin must have gone to my head, because I went back to the anal toy section and changed the smaller plug for a Buttbuster. "I just decided I want diameter over length. Well, I already had the Junior League, I'll take the jump to the Major league right now. And who know if I'll make it to the Really Big League later." I smiled at her.

As we walked to the store, my mind wandered over to my wife, and she would think when she sees the new toys. ......or .....a thought struck me .....what if I showed up home wearing them?

I asked Sandra if I could put on the latex catsuit here (stupid question, of course I could) and if she had an idea what I could do about the back end toys.

She looked at me, and must have seen I was serious. After a few seconds, she seemed to take a decision.

"Well, we have this special and unusual shop service, to help people put on special toys, or put in, in your case, while you can relax a bit."

I remembered my struggles to insert toys and relax at the same time.

"One of my colleagues just loves anal play and has a bit of a dominant streak in her. She has inserted quite a few toys into men & women in one of our backroom, and even being tipped for it. This way she can combine work with pleasure. Mind you, she will tie you down as part of the game, just in case customers get the wrong idea".

I pondered the idea. It felt like a crazy enough trip already and decided to try. "Heck, if I'm crazy enough to wear a latex suit and butt plug on the drive home, I might as well let someone else help me insert it"

"Very well. By the way, if you plan to be wearing the cat suit for longer periods, as you said you might, may I suggest some latex underwear, to keep the suit itself clean. Such as this latex male thong? It has a sturdy ply & thickness, so you'll notice it even more then the suit."

With arguments like that, how could I have refused? I was racking up quite a bill, I thought, as I picked up the thong from her.

I wanted to turn to the changing room, but she wasn't finished yet.

"Sir, when you were here earlier, you said your wife wasn't very much into your kinky ideas. Would it perhaps be an idea to slowly let her grow into things with some fancy underwear? We have this lovely latex bra, which features a nice firm grip and warm feel. Newcomers to latex sometimes feel black to be rather dominating, and red too trashy. For such occasions we have this set in friendly, warm soft green. Just a thought"

She smiled at me, very politely and modestly, as she held up a great looking latex bra and female thong.

Damn, she was good! My brains were melting already with the vision of my wife in this outfit.

This might just be the ticket to get my wife to try something, in an innocent way. I could already see it on her, and felt my Soldier liking the image.

I smiled back, and nodded to the counter and proceeded to the changing room before she could make any more suggestions..

Boy, was I excited. Not only had I been talked into buying and wearing my first latex cat suit for the trip home, but also I had the prospect of leaving the shop with an substantially larger butt plug up my ass then I had ever had before, being inserted by an unknown lady who would soften up my ass.....

If that wouldn't excite a kinky guy, he's not really into kink.

The changing room featured a padded table with two padded handcuffs on the ends, a blindfold and a bottle of talcum powder on top. I remembered Sandra's words ("you better stock up on talcum powder, sir, if this becomes your thing") and took care to powder myself all over, after I had undressed.

I put on the thong, and it firmly held my Little Soldier, that's for sure.

It took a bit longer to put the cat suit on. First I slipped in my legs and pulled it up to my hips. Then I bent over and put my arms in the sleeves. When I straightened up, I could feel the latex stretching along my body, pulling taut around my limbs. I closed the zipper and assessed my situation.

It felt great, I was truly packed, my soldier, my limbs, my body and all.

I looked in the mirror and my body had an eerie shine over it, no wrinkles, no hair visible, just a smooth looking body.

A discreet knock on the door brought me back from my self admiration. "You ready, Sir?" a female voice said.

"Almost!" I replied and moved to the table, where I positioned the cuffs at the other end.

I laid my self down and put on the blindfold. I was about to cuff my self when I remembered to open the crotch zipper.

Then I took a deep breath and closed the cuffs around my wrists.

Here I was, bound on a table in a small room behind an adult store, dressed in a latex cat suit and a blindfold and some unknown lady was going to plug my ass with a big butt plug.

After a few moments, I could hear her entering the room, feel her walking around me, as if inspecting her prey. Suddenly her hands were on me, stroking my back and going down to my ass cheeks.

"Hmm, lovely cheeks, nice 'n round, just asking to be parted. Now let's get this thong out of the way, shall we?" she said, as she stretched the back-end around one ass cheek.

Hmm, nice soft voice, yet clearly used to being in charge. Was it Sandra's voice? In my excitement, I could not recognise for sure.

She positioned herself behind me and I felt one hand lubricate the entry. Somehow I knew her other hand was lubricating something else. I took a deep breath and readied myself.

I could feel the tip of something soft at the opening, gently at first, then slowly slipping inside thank to the lube.

She spoke as she entered me with her strap-on. "Let's start you slowly with a Nr 1 first, Sir, which is a modest 2cm diameter. Once you are accustomed to that, I'll take it up to a Nr. 2, which is 1.5 inch."

I lay there, sweat breaking out underneath the latex suit which packed my body, unable to move, my ass being filled and emptied in a slow rhythm.

And indeed, after a while, I could relax and start enjoying the joy-toy. It had some ribs on it, I could feel the profile as it slid along my muscle.

She seemed to sense I had settled for the Nr 1, for she withdrew and I heard her change tools. When she positioned herself behind me again, I steadied myself for a Nr. 2, whatever that was going to be.

However, I jerked up and tensed up when I felt something ice cold and rock hard penetrating me.

"Ah, did I fail to mention that Sir?" she said deviously. "The Nr. 1 was gently soft silicone. The Nr. 2 , well my nr 2 anyway, is solid steel. Many people talk about steel as "cold steel", so to make sure you enjoy the material to its fullest, I keep this baby in the freezer.

Don't you worry now, our body heat will soon warm it up. Yes, "our heat", this is a dual model, I just love something cold probing deep inside me, to try & tame my hot oven. Now let's see if your end or my end will warm up quicker, shall we?"

This lady was getting more intriguing by the minute, I thought briefly.

She took a quicker pace than with the Nr. 1, she seemed to enjoy pushing a cold monster into me.

Or into herself, for that matter.

I was glad this "baby" had a smooth finish, it slid in & out easily, yet it took quite some time to warm up.

It also seemed to warm her up, as I could hear her breath picking up pace like her other movements. I could not share her excitement, I guess somehow I was not supposed to.

After what seemed like forever, she had her orgasm, and she pushed the steel rod deep inside me. I could feel some fluid being squirted inside me, still a bit colder then the rod had become by now. The temperature difference, and the experience of having something squirting inside me was ... was ... let's say it was "overwhelming".

Man, she had a really realistic tool there.!

By now, my brain had sort of switched off my limb movements. I was limp on the table, awaiting whatever she would do next.

She needed some time to recover though, before she changed tools once again.

"That was lovely Sir, you are doing quite well. Not many men can take a frozen steel dildo like you did. I hope you liked the fluid coming out. It's a special treat on both ends. Now get ready for the final stretch, a Nr 3, which is a 2inch/5cm semi-soft model, with a nice ergonomic shape"

Or something like that.

I did not really care what she said, yet somehow her soft voice calmed me down.

And indeed, when she entered me again, the soft warm feeling of this model was actually more relaxing, and it took only a few gulps and breaths to accommodate this size.

After a few days of playful visits, my ass was getting used to being visited and stretched, I could tell.

She moved in and out in a slow rhythm, letting my ass get used to this size.

"When you start playing big sir, you may want to use special lubricant. This one I am using now has some special ... herbs & spices, shall I say, to relax the natural tension in your sphincter. It will make it easier to relax for big toys, such as you have bought. I'll put a bottle of it on the counter for you."

In the distance, I could hear her unpacking my new Toy, while her hips were still making that moving motion.

"Good choice Sir, this brand of Buttbuster is made of high quality medical grade rubber. You could wear this forever, well, from a material point of view. Size wise would be challenging, of course. Should you like it firm, we have medical grade steel too."

Steel? After a visit by frosty Nr. 2 just now, I was not overly charmed with steel plugs. Cockrings perhaps, plugs no. Well, not cold ones.

Meanwhile she had withdrawn again and was generously lubing and massaging y ass once again.

"You seem ready sir, here comes your purchase!'

Slowly she pushed something new into me, my first Buttbuster.

At first it felt OK, but the round pyramid shape kept growing larger and larger as she slowly turned and pushed it, deeper and deeper.

At one point I felt like being torn apart, I groaned and rustled my cuffs. She held still for a moment and stroked my back.

"Relax Sir, you are doing great. It really is a fairly big monster you have chosen. Then again, I have penetrated & filled quite a few men, and I can see you are one who can take it. Just take a deep breath, relax. Imagine all the tension down there to be in your breath. Then breathe out as much as you can, breathing out the tension "

I closed my eyes under the blindfold and took a deep breath, tried to do as she said. Suddenly the Buster went beyond the point of pain and slid in.

Man, was I full, stretched, I felt totally filled. After a few deep breaths and grunts the hurt subsided... a little.

I heard the mysterious shop-lady with a bit of pride in her voice, as I tried to accommodate the new situation in my loins.

"Welcome to the Major League, Plug Boy. Your cheeks look lovingly parted by that flange, mmmh! Keep training that opening. Who knows, you might promote yourself to the Big League one day, where 8cm diameter and up is the norm."

She tapped my ass, like you tap a kid on its shoulder when it has eaten his plate empty

"Don't want this baby poppin' out now, do we?" she quipped and pulled the thong back over the plug.

Yeah right, as if a Buttbuster would suddenly plop the other way. I sighed and swallowed, trying to feel what my ass was like with the big intruder.

I must have been in a daze, as it took her no effort at all to release my arms and re-cuff them behind my back, turn me around and let me lean against the table. My senses were still in "overload" mode, I had no clue where she stood. The blindfold did not help either, of course.

Suddenly I felt her grab my balls to squeeze my tools & clockwork through my thong. When my little soldier stood to full attention, she slipped him outside the thong and put a condom over it.

I was leaning against the table and felt my ass throbbing around the invader, wondering what she had in store next.

In one swift movement she positioned herself in front of me and pulled my Soldier into her own ass. I felt myself slipping in, almost as if it was some other Tool then my own.

Far away I heard her voice, as she started moving her hips around my Willie inside her. "Right, I've had your ass, now you pump mine! Pump me, Plugboy, pump me hard with that Buster up your ass!"

My mind might have been in overload from the impressions of the last hour, my body was in "overpressure mode" and soon enough the adrenalin took over.

With a mighty bang I exploded inside her, bucking my hips into her, and back onto the table and onto the Invader.

I had no clue if she came or not, I could not see and my other senses were shut down. I just managed to hold on and not collapse on the floor, as (I guess) she recovered and dressed.

After a while, she pinched my cheeks and whispered a soft "Thank you, Plug Boy. It was good fun poking you, and you did very well in filling me. See you next time."

She released the cuffs and left before I could undo the blindfold.

She needn't have worried, I needed my time to clean up, pull the thong back in place over my Soldier, close the catsuit crotch zipper and dress.

After all that ass-excitement, I had almost forgotten the suit. I felt it stretching around my limbs as I moved around, it looked funny with sweat marks on the inside.

When walking back into the shop, I was absolutely sure everybody would be staring at me, as I was staggering to the counter. My hips were seeking free space around the buttbuster, and my limbs felt weak from having just exploded. However, nobody paid much attention, as they all had their own thing on their mind and I was seemingly just normally dressed.

My favourite sales lady Sandra smiled, and let me sit down on a hard stool. I could feel the plug burying itself deep once again. I grunted.

She must have read my face, for she said with a devious smile "Of course no padded chair, you wanted to feel that thing, right? Well, now you do. Here, have a coffee before you leave, you're clearly not yet fit to drive."

She paused as I took a sip of that wonderful fluid.

"By the way, if you like more steel like your cockrings, let me give you our brochure of stainless steel chastity belts, both male and female. If you're into endurance, who knows you can make a trip in one and leave the key at home. I hear they are working on a plastic one, to pass airport security if you fly with them."

She smiled and continued.

"In case you ever go on longer flights, a friend of mine once used a leather crotch strap tied with tie-wraps, with the release pliers in the checked luggage..... on a flight across the Atlantic. She could only release herself in the hotel room. Just a thought, to keep you busy.

Of course you are free to consider next steps in plugs too. You have seen we stock larger ones too, should your willpower get ready for the Really Big League".

As she spoke, I kept wondering if it had been her who poked my ass only minutes ago. I looked for traces of sweat, or recognition. She was so normal, so much the lady from the local bookshop, yet she knew all about kinky adult stuff.

Damn, was it her or not? She looked good enough, I sure wished it had been her.

I smiled and shook my head. "Thanks, I think this will suffice for now."

She nodded and went to the counter to make up the bill.

I just sat there and felt the intruder settling itself inside me. I tried to remember how it had felt back there in the room, being penetrated and being filled. I was not sure I liked being pumped actively, although the past few days had definitely convinced me I liked something poking me steadily, for example in a meeting.

And even though the current invader felt like it was splitting me apart, I already knew I was going to adjust to this size. Suddenly a thought struck me, as I remembered the mysterious lady's words "you could wear this forever, material wise". Perhaps I should start training to wear a plug all the time? Stretching my ass-muscle eventually to take big plugs easier.

I had some fleeting visions of attending meetings with a big plug up my ass, or choosing between various models before a trip..

I was awoken from my little dreams when Sandra showed up in front of me. She looked a bit embarrassed.

"I 'm sorry sir, there has been a mistake. You had ordered the 2.5 inch Buttbuster, which equals 6 something cm in diameter. My colleague seems to have been a bit too eager, as she has taken a Buttbuster XL instead and has inserted this into you. My apologies, of course we will only charge the one you had ordered".

I looked at her dumbfounded. I knew it had felt huge, but apparently it was even bigger still.

The question must have showed in my eyes, as she answered my unspoken question and held up a can of Coke.

"Ahum, three inches, Sir, 7.5 centimetres diameter. A bit wider than this can".

She gave it to me and I looked at it, felt its size & weight, contemplated something this big up my ass, then looked at her.

"Well, I'll have to walk a bit more carefully, and I'll make damn ure to think of an appropriate revenge upon my next visit. Now, what was that bill?" and smiled.

Suddenly I felt good, even proud of my self that a butt-plug novice such as myself had already taken such a large invader and was going to drive home with it.

After another cup of coffee, I felt recovered enough to dare and drive home. The suit had settled itself around my body, the warmth feeling good, the stretchiness holding me firm.

In the car, I carefully seated myself on the big invader, thankful for the soft seats to "spread the load".

As I drove away, I thought of friendly & innocent Sandra, could still hear last words echoing in my ears: "Drive carefully sir, try to aim for bumps and potholes."

As I backed away from the parking lot, I heard some other parting words through an open window of the shop.

I was not sure if it were her words or someone else's: "See you later, Plug Boy!"


8 Months later

We are now several months later and I am happy to report that "Plug & play" has become my new life style.

My wife, who never had much with my bondage desires, really took to the latex bra and other underwear. Soon, her cupboards sported a collection of shiny and colourful latex stuff, just like I had a line of latex thongs and shirts.

To both our surprise, she took to plug-play as well, although not 24/7 like me.

Yes, you read right, 24/7.

When I came home from that particular trip described above, my ass was more then well stretched from 6 hours with a Buttbuster XL inside (I had hit a TraficJam XL...).

My ass was sore for days, and would not close properly. As you can imagine, I had to wear a smaller plug to keep the exit closed, instantly moving me to a 24/7 plug regime.

But then again, I just loved being plugged, feeling something wriggling inside me, poking me, filling me.

It took some time to develop a practical hygiene routine, but once I did, I could play with an ever growing range of plugs of various sizes, shapes.

My minimum size was now 4cm (diameter, not length). For short periods I could walk & have meetings with an 8 cm plug stretching me. My record is a 10cm plug, used during loveplay. Of course I don't know how big the inflatable tools become by the time they max me out (nudge nudge, wink wink)

My darling wife proved pretty flexible too. She has grown accustomed to take pretty large toys back there as well, although only for brief periods.

She liked long toys, probing her deep, whereas I liked wide ones, stretching my muscles and cheeks.

After we showered, we would push the plug-of-the-day around in the other, trying to guess which one the other one had just inserted.

As she said, some of her friends were stretching their earlobes or tattooing themselves all over, whereas "her Hubbie" was original enough to be stretching something else.

Soon enough we were taking long walks through the mall, or hikes through the forest, often with latex thongs underneath our clothes. We really enjoyed the foreplay to prepare for such walks, and the after play when we returned. After a long walk with a suitable plug, our asses were relaxed enough to take a big invader, and we both loved loveplay with our hips filled to the max.

Like I said, it's moments like this I can take my 10cm giant, whereas my wife can take really long toys, filling her deeply.

Before I leave, she will select the model for meetings I will be attending. When we visit friends or relatives together, she will operate the remote control of my plug.

And vice versa, of course.

We have grown to love the excitement of jointly doing something secret, something "naughty".

Bondage play is still for trips only. In spite of our new discoveries, she is still not charmed of being bound. No problem, being mummified with a fist-size invader up my back was an extra spice in hotel rooms.

I've been to the shop several times since that particular day, and still get great advice from Sandra. Being practiced as I am, I no longer need the "pushy service" these days. In a way this is a pity, I might have taken another guess if it ever was Sandra who poked me with an oversized Buttbuster on that trip

I am looking now for an opportunity to take my wife along for a trip, so we can buy matching cat suits for our next anniversary.

I wonder what Sandra's advice will be.