Tales Of a Slut In Training

Because it was my first day, Tyler told me that I could have the week-end off to study, which I will not lie, left me a bit disappointed. I was actually eager to get back to work with them, but I figured he wanted to give me time to process and adjust, which I appreciated. Of course, I had to call my parents and tell them that I had found a job.

"I hope you'll learn your lesson, son, my dad said when I told him I found a job as a waiter."

"And you better not use this job as an excuse to ditch school!"

"All right I won't, I said before they wished me well and said goodbye."

Obviously, I did not tell them that it was a gay bar. That would not do any good. After that, I spent the entire day catching up on my studies, despite still being online on three different dating sites. So far, I have gotten three hook-up propositions and one date offer from a very familiar face, although it took me a while to remember him.

"Hello young man. Had a good night of sleep after your first night of work?"

"How do you know it was my first night there?"

"Because I've been going there for years, and I don't remember seeing you there"

"The place gets pretty crowded on week-ends. You could have easily missed me"

"I am pretty sure I would remember seeing such a handsome young man in a harness."

He clearly knows how to talk to people, I'll give him that. When you spend a lot of time on dating sites, you realize how rare it is to find someone who enjoys chatting. Usually, you end up with a "Looking?" followed by a few nudes, right of the bat. So when someone actually starts a discussion, it feels good.

"A lot of handsome young men go there. My co-workers included." You could say I like playing hard to get from time to time.

"Yes, I know them. Robbie and Farid. Always very nice with the customers."

"They very much are. How long have you been going there?"

"Maybe 7 years… Tyler and I have history, and the community is very nice and welcoming, so it always feels good to be there."

"What is your history with Tyler, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Don't worry, I do not mind. He was there for me where I was at my lowest point, and has done the same for many others in the community."

"That actually does not surprise me. He seems like a very generous and caring soul, a nice Papa Bear."

"Yes, he does. But don't let him catch you calling him that way; he tends to get moody when people do."

"Oh really? Have you had that experience with him?"

"Unfortunately, yes. It was not pleasant, like, at all."

"Haha. Guess you should never piss off the nice guy, right?"

"Exactly. Never again. It's nice speaking with someone who isn't just on this app just for the sex."

"Oh, I was getting there, but I figured I should respect my elders and not make any indecent proposal…"

"Oh, someone thinks they're funny…"

"Not thinks, knows. I am also very direct, self-aware, and exhausted. Which is why I must inform you, sir, that I must end this lovely conversation, because the duty of my youth is calling me."

"And apparently, quite the tease. Can I at least have your number, little one?"

"Wow. Not even my grandmother uses this one. Well, if you are at the bar as often as you say, you could ask me for it there."

"Deal."

And on that very flirtatious note, which by the way was the most exciting thing that happened to me all week-end, I went back to my studies. I spent the entire afternoon and night doing math exercices, to the point where my brain felt like it was about to explode.

The next Sunday morning, as I was preparing for my usual trip to the gym, I found the flyer Farid gave me, the one for the sex-shop. I had never stepped into one before, and I battled with my curiosity until I put in the outer pocket of my gym bag, thinking I'll come back to it later. I put on my headphones, started jogging there, enjoying the cold air in my lungs every breath I took.

Usually, by the time I get there, I already in my "zone" as some people call it. Right after I greet the receptionist and get my stuff settled in the locker, I immediately get started, always with a mobility warm-up first. I've always been bothered by people who don't consider the importance of mobility. What good are all your muscles, if you cannot use your body to its full potential? The pump always feels good, but I make sure I can improve, or at least maintain my mobility, and also my flexibility, that I managed to maintain from my years of Tae Kwon Do. On occasion, whenever I feel the need to blow some excess stress, I would use the punching bag, making sure I still could kick like a black-belt.

But on that day, I was unusually horny the entire session. I had to cut my stretching short because It was getting hard to conceal the erection I had. Even the coldest shower could not completely calm me down. On my way out I pulled out the god forsaken flyer from its pocket, stared at it for a couple minutes, pondering whether or not I should surrender to my curiosity. I have to say, it has gotten me in various troubles in the past. Finally, in a loud grunt, I surrendered, and pulled out my phone to enter the address in the GPS app.

The ride from the gym to Wentworth Mews felt like a torture. At every single stop the train made, I was telling myself I still could get off, get back to my appartement, and forget about this. But I also know I would just end up postponing this to another day, so I might as well carry on. Then I got there, to the Fetish Freak, and experienced a level of intimidation that I've never felt before, mixed with my everlasting curiosity. The store looked nothing like what I had imagined, but then again, my knowledge of sex-shops came from mainstream movies and books, so I could see why it was flawed, to say the least.

The front of the shop itself looked very mundane, with a simple color painted on the walls. The only real fact that occurred to me was the opaque windows that prevented the outsider to see the inside, because this is still an adult store. With a lot of concentration, and after several deep breaths, I opened the front door, and slowly approached the reception desk, were a nice lady was sitting, a smile growing on her face as she saw me approach the desk.

"I take it this is your first time here, young man? She asked, with a soft tone."

She was a very attractive and calm looking woman. If I were to guess her age, I would say she is in her late thirties, or early forties. Her hair was parted on one side, colored in a beautiful mix of brown and carmine red. Her simple sleeveless brown shirt was reavealing a beautiful sleeve tattoo on her left arm. From where I was, I could only see a dragon travelling up her arm from her wrist.

"I take it my nervous face is making it obvious, I replied, trying to lighten the mood."

"Also you look quite young. I would ask for an identification, but you seem past eighteen. I'm Maddie, by the way."

"Alioune, andI actually am, I added, already giving her my student ID".

"Alright then", she said after taking a quick glance at it, before giving it back with a satisfied smile. "How can I help you, young Padawan?"

"Well, I started working at the backstreet a few days ago and they lent me a harness for a week, but I was instructed to provide myself with one", I blurted out, very embarrassed.

"Right, Farid mentioned you", she remembered." Although he said you would hesitate a long time before coming. Good job on proving him wrong! She exclaimed."

"Uh.. Thanks, I guess", I laughed.

"Well come on then", she said as she was guiding me to one of the sections. "Would you prefer a leather one?"

"Yeah, I think so", I said, amazed by the multitude of harnesses, all in different textures, colors and patterns. "The red one looks really good, actually."

"Very nice choice, she let out', in agreement." It catually comes with a collar and a whip! She added as she picked it off the hangar."

"Oh wow!", I blurted out. "Well…" I began to stutter.

"Why don't you just try on the harness and we can talk about the rest later", she insisted, guiding me to the cabin nerby.

I reluctantly tried it on, stalling as much as I could, because I was kind of afraid of how much I was going to like it. Warm colors, in my opinion, always brought out the sexiness when it comes to clothing, and after wearing the harness that they gave me back at bar, I knew this could only get better. And I was right.

As soon as I put it on, I felt the same unexplainable, yet familiar power. It felt like my body knew this belongs on it, like this was made for me. I slowly walked out to face Maddie, who looked at me with a very satisfied look on her face.

"Well I'll be damned!", she exclaimed. "This looks like it was made for your skin."

"My thoughts exactly", I laughed. "Red always does that for my skin tone."

"At the risk of making you uncomfortable", she added, "I really think that you should try on the collar", she said, holding the collar in question in her hands.

I hesitated a bit before turning around and lifting my hair to give her access to my naked neck. The wool lining was quite soft, and the little golden ring dangling on the front added a bit of an edge to it. As weird as it may sounds, it felt natural to wear it for me, and I wanted to feel more of this.

"I don't even know how to describe what I'm feeling right now", I said to her, my hand still playing with the fabric.

"Don't try to explain it", she told me with a firm tone." Does it make you feel good?"

"It feels oddly natural", I replied." And if I'm being honest, it scares me a little. But I love it!", I added with a loud breath.

"Then that is what you should focus on", she insisted." You know what? I'll offer you the whip, since this is your first time", she declared.

It didn't matter how much I insisted on paying the whole price, she simply refused to let me. I walked out of that store that day with a a bag of new clothes, or toys, whatever you choose to call them, a lot of questions about myself, and the strange conviction that I would come back there soon.