“Then you can’t be a real slut, can you? A real slut wouldn’t care.”
“Oh, hush, I don’t believe in real sluts and all that. There’s nothing wrong in enjoying lots of sex.”
“Oh, don’t spoil it. I know, I agree, but it’s fun to pretend, right?”
She nodded, peering through the curtain as the sales clerk took items from the shelves.
“Right. I’m a slut and you’re teaching me a lesson.”
“Damn right,” he growled.
The man appeared with an armful of different plugs and lubricants, plus one pretty velvet case in which lay the ben wa balls.
“Okay, if you want to choose what you want and then come out and pay for it. The lady can stay in here.”
Von Ritter went to the counter. Lydia peeped through the curtain, seeing him make his selections and hand over the money. Some of the other customers took a keen interest in this process, occasionally casting a glance over to the curtained alcove where they knew she waited. It was better than theatre for them, it seemed.
Von Ritter put all his purchases in a brown paper bag then came to join her again.
“Now then,” he said. “This is serious. You are a little slut who likes to have all her holes filled, so that’s what you’re going to get.”
“But not like this!” she pretended to protest. “This isn’t the way I like it. I like to have a man…”
“A man? Don’t you mean ‘men’?” he said severely.
She turned her toes inward and stared down at them.
“Sometimes,” she mumbled.
He handed her the velvet box.
“These are for your cunt,” he said. “Push them inside and hold them tight. It’s good exercise for your muscles.”
“You want me to…just like that?”
“Just like that,” he said uncompromisingly. “No, don’t turn around. I want to watch.”
Lydia took the silver balls from the box. They made a faint musical sound when she held them in her palm. If she walked around with them in, wasn’t that going to make things a tad obvious?
“They’re…noisy,” she said.
“So is London. Nobody will hear. Well…” He paused and smiled rakishly. “Perhaps.”
She held her skirt up with one hand and slid her other, holding one of the balls, inside her knickers. It was easy enough to push it inside, because she was slippery-wet enough for it to just glide up there, but holding it might be a challenge. She repeated the process with the second ball. Now her pussy felt full, the spheres cold and intrusive inside her.
“Tighten those muscles,” said von Ritter with a smile. “Do you think you can hold them in?”
“I’m not sure,” she said. “What if one slips out?”
“You’ll be punished.”
“Oh dear.” She clamped her thighs together and squeezed for all she was worth. “I don’t know if I can walk around like this.”
“You’ll have to try. Now for the real challenge. Lift your skirt and take down your knickers. No, bend over first. That’s right.”
“I don’t want the butt plug,” she moaned.
“That’s too bad.”