Adventures in butt plug acquisition - Part 2 - by sindi

The following blog was written by my femsub, sindi, who I often refer to as "the girl." My simple assignment, to buy a butt plug, turned into a hilarious adventure that I felt could be chronicled best by sindi herself. This is part 2 of 3. Be sure to read part 1 if you haven't already.

My initial attempt at finding comfortable anal wear, proved to me how much credit I had unduly given myself in this challenge. First of all, I realized, just the word “butt plug,” made me blush when I heard it coming out of my own mouth.

And, it’s not like I have a gaggle of girlfriends with whom I am sharing my BDSM life with, that I can take with me to the porn store for some silly butt plug shopping.

It takes quite a bit of nerve as a woman, of any age, to walk into a sex shop alone and slam a butt plug down on the counter. Further, I had a specific butt plug to find, so I was probably going to have to ask somebody for it.

I walked into the first shop, a large mega adult novelty store near my home, on a Sunday. The place was pretty busy with several couples looking at lube and lingerie, while five or six single men perused X-rated titles in the DVD section.

The section labeled “ANAL” was empty and all mine, if I could just walk over to it. I made a bee-line for the lingerie and began flipping through a rack of corsets. Minutes later I left in a cold sweat, never having made it near the sex toys, much less the butt plug section.

A few days later my Mistress informed me that her Domme friend Apryl would be visiting my area soon, and would be taking me butt plug shopping, as I seemed to be having trouble getting the job done. I was instructed to contact Apryl via text, and to obey her as I would my own Mistress.

I contacted Apryl and we quickly laid out tentative plans to meet the following Wednesday at which time she would help me buy a butt plug. Then, we would both travel back to Vegas together in our cars as I already had plans to travel there for work.

Apryl casually mentioned that I would be wearing the butt plug throughout that six hour drive. “SHE told you to say that!” I texted Apryl, assuming that my Mistress was enjoying organizing our encounter from behind the scene. “I know her,” I text.

“No, she didn’t,” Apryl replied. “I’m sadistic.”

I’ll be honest. The idea of a sadistic Domme, who I don’t really know, having control of my asshole for a day scared the piss out of me. Luckily, that never happened.

My Mistresses family time arrangements forced me to change my travel plans to Tuesday, and the way my schedule was looking at that time, I wasn’t able to meet with Apryl, so I was back to doing my own butt plug shopping. Bullet dodged.

That Friday, with only three days to go before I had to leave for Vegas, I made another attempt at finding my plug. This time I hit a popular chain store that often advertised their “naughty” toys on the local rock radio station.

I tried to walk in unnoticed, but when the young man at the counter yelled “Hi honey,” as I walked in the door, every guy in the building—and of course there were only guys—turned to look at me. I gave the clerk a look that clearly said, “Thanks. Asshole.”

Again, I made a bee-line for the lingerie, and began flipping through a rack of garters. Peeking over the clothes rack, I scoped out the toy section, then casually made my way over. I hung around the whips and nipple clamps a while, finding a strange sense of comfort in the section, while slowly working my way past a variety of dildos. Finally, I found myself standing in front of a row of butt plugs.

I ignored the older man on the other side of the rack, and focused on my mission, scanning the rack for a jeweled, metal butt plug, and finding nothing even remotely like it. All of the plugs were made of plastic-like materials, and they were friggin HUGE.

As directed, I text my Mistress, informing her that I was at the shop and it did not look promising for the bejeweled butt plug. I took a picture of a Hello Kitty vibrator and advised her I was moving on to another shop. She was so wrapped up in her new vanilla guy she barely acknowledged me.

An hour later I entered my third sex shop, and again, hung out in the lingerie section while I scoped out the place. This time my Mistress texted me, asking me how it was going. I quickly scooted over to the butt plug section so I could give her a full report.

I scanned the rack for a metal butt plug, finding none. At that moment the tall male clerk walked up and asked me if I needed help. “Do you have any metal…ones?” I asked, pointing to the rack.

“No. These are all the butt plugs we have,” he replied, rather loudly, prompting fits of giggles from the couple a few aisles over.

“Ok. Thanks,” I replied, eagerly wanting to end the conversation so he wouldn’t say “butt plug” again.

I continued to peruse the rack of plugs, oddly feeling a sense of empowerment with each of the couple’s giggles. Again, the selection of butt plugs were plastic, and again they were very big, except for a few “beginner” butt plugs. WTF, I thought. Do all the women in Phoenix have giant assholes?

I text Mistress my dilemma. “They are all really big,” I wrote. “I’m just going to buy a small one and go.”

“Oh no you are not!” she quickly replied and instructed me to call her. I called and explained to her that all of the butt plugs, including the smaller ones, were 4” long or more. “I don’t think I can handle that,” I explained. “I’ve had anal sex, but I’ve never sat on a dick for a long time, and these things are huge.” I informed her of a few of my concerns, such as getting through this without a bruised spleen.

“Well you seem to be having a very hard time doing this for me,” my Mistress replied. “I don’t know how much more I can help you. First you said you didn’t know what to buy, so I was going to have Apryl help you. And now you are there in the store and you can’t seem to do what I asked you to. At one point I was going to have cumboy buy one for you …”

*Insert sound of screeching tires here.*

“What?” I butted in.

“Cumboy was going to buy one for you,” she repeated.

I let her words sink in a moment.

“Oh, fuck that!” I replied, immediately prompting her laughter.

“No. No. No, he’s not,” I continued. “Fuck that. This thing ends tonight,” I said, and hung up as she laughed.

I searched the rack, over and over, oblivious to the giggling couple now. Finally, I grabbed a 4”, skinny pink butt plug which I briskly walked to the counter with. Setting the plug down on the counter I asked the clerk to wait while I called my Mistress again, as instructed.

After informing her I was about to purchase a butt plug she directed me to send her a picture of the plug for her approval which I did. “No,” was her simple reply. I thanked the clerk and left the store plugless.


Part 3 of this blog will be posted next week. Please feel free to leave your comments and feedback for sindi below. I'll make sure she gets them! - Mistress Lilyana