Beyond the Edge by Elizabeth Lister

the parking lot.
    Wicked Wanda’s, a small, tucked away little gem off Bank Street, was the best place to buy sex toys. They had the best prices, the best selection, even for BDSM gear, and the friendliest, most knowledgeable staff. I frequented the place myself, so I was pretty comfortable shopping here. As we went inside I pulled James' second list from my pocket.
    Sebastian looked around at all the toys on display, his eyes widening, not from embarrassment this time. There wasn't even anyone else in the store, except a middle-aged woman who immediately approached us with a friendly smile.
    “Hi there. Can I help you find anything today?” she asked. “I'm Sandra.”
    “Um…” Sebastian murmured, looking at me.
    “Yes, please.” I showed her my list. “I've been told to pick up all of these items, but there are only product numbers.”
    She took the list from me, perusing it and then looking at us with renewed interest. “I see. So you don't know what you're in for.” It was a statement rather than a question, and I could see a hint of amusement on her face as she led us over to the whips and paddles.
    “Well, I've got an idea…” I said, as she reached up and flipped through a row of paddles hanging together on a rack.
    “Ah,” she reached one down. It was broad, wooden, and looked like it would give a serious swat. More serious than the one he’d used on me this morning. “This is the first item on your list.”
    I took it from her, turning it over and hefting it in my hand. It was pretty heavy. I looked at Sebastian. “Bend over,” I said and started to laugh at the expression on his face. “Just kidding. I wouldn't dare. Do you know what James would do to me for paddling his boy without permission?”
    Sebastian covered up his obvious relief with curiosity. “What's the next thing on that list?”
    “Hm, let's see…” Sandra looked at the list. “Ah yes. Come over here, gentlemen.”
    We followed her over to the butt toy section.
    “Jesus Christ…” Sebastian murmured. “Some of these are huge.”
    The woman laughed. “They come in all shapes and sizes. Just like people.” She picked up a motherfucking gigantic fist shaped dildo and I almost pissed my pants. Sebastian made a frightened noise.
    “Something like this, for instance, is only for serious players.”
    “Um, that's not on the list, is it?” Sebastian squeaked.
    “No, sweetie, it's not on your list.” She put it back and picked up a realistic looking flesh colored phallus, large but not incredibly intimidating. “This one is though.”
    I nodded. “Okay. That's…manageable.” It was smaller than the black one I’d had in me yesterday.
    We all laughed, with relief.
    Then she picked up a large butt plug. “How about this?”
    I raised my eyebrows “Well…”
    “You need two of them. I'll have to go in the back.” She handed me the plug and went through a door at the back.
    Sebastian and I looked at the large plug. “I guess we don't have to fight over it, since we're getting two,” I said, attempting humor.
    “He's gonna put that in my ass?” Sebastian asked fearfully.
    I shrugged. “Or tell me to put it there. Haven't you ever been plugged?”
    He shook his head. “Nope.”
    “Oh boy, are you in for a treat. Feels amazing. Especially if you're plugged when he paddles you.”
    “Really?”
    “Well, I really like it.”
    Sandra came back with two plugs and the flesh colored dildo in packages. I put the display model back on the shelf.
    “I’ll put these on the counter for you,” she said with a smile. Thank God for Sandra. This was much more pleasant than the whole Shoppers Drug Mart fiasco.
    “Thanks.”
    When she returned she looked at the list again. “Okay. Nipple clamps and ball stretchers.”
    Sandra collected the rest of the items on our list. He only wanted one set of each, so that was mildly comforting. Okay, not really.
    I gave Sandra James' credit card.
    “Hmm, I figured it was him. You're