Kink Costs

"Hello?"

"Am I speaking to Mr. Shaffer?"

"Yep."

"I'm calling from Citibank Fraud Prevention, and I'm calling to verify some activity on your Citibank debit card."

"Sure. No problem."

"I've got a purchase in Manhattan at a luggage store for $175."

"What? A luggage store? No, I haven't bought any luggage."

"And we've got another purchase the same day for $210."

"Hmm... Were these purchases on Tuesday?"

"Yes sir, they were."

"Oooooh. Okay. Okay. Well, yes, I did make two purchases that day, and the amounts sound right. I just, well, um, the first store isn't really a luggage a store..."

"Okay, so the purchases are yours? You still have your card in your possession?"

"Yep. I do. Thanks for checking up, though. I appreciate that."

"No problem sir. Thank you for using Citibank."

I hang up the phone. I guess someone might confuse a store called "The Leather Man" with a luggage store. Oddly, you can't find any luggage in there. They do have a wonderful selection of leather floggers, though, of which Conny and I purchased one.

We've had a lot more fun with that than a suitcase, I'll tell you that much.

We did do a bit of shopping on Tuesday night, and we had a blast doing it. I had been in the Leather Man before, but only to drop off literature promoting one of Nori's classes. Going back with Conny to really look around, I got to see it's a great, great store. Good selection of a wide variety of toys, displayed very nicely, and a great staff.

We managed to swing by our old favorite, Purple Passion. Conny had a specific errand to run there, and we managed to get there just 10 minutes before they closed. Frankly, I wouldn't have really minded if they had been closed, since the toy she wanted to get is one I'm a bit leery of. For once, I'll omit the details and let you use your imagination on what it might be. Conny was her sweet, diabolical self, and made me ask for assistance with the item, which was a bit of an embarassing squirm, but I lived.

After Purple Passion kicked us out with our purchase, we headed down to St. Marks place and the next store, Religious Sex (warning: obnoxious page with sound). The name is hugely deceptive, since they mostly sell clothing. A lot of club clothing, really, with some fetish stuff. We were looking for a "poofy skirt" for Conny to go with her corset. They had them, but surprise surprise, they were out of black. More coming soon, we were told, so twist my arm, we'll have to go back. Delicious place, though, and reasonable prices. We left with a skirt and a pair of opera length satin gloves.

Around St. Mark's Place are tons of "alternative" stores, and we saw some fetish wear displayed in one, so we peeked. I scored a new mesh shirt and a great matching collar and leash.

Boy, did we look sharp for Gomorrah the next night with our new stuff. But it did make me realize I'd save a ton of money if I was vanilla.
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