Neighbourhood Terror to Sissy Pt. 16

Chapter 18

Marcy had hoped the stop at CC's would have been the last one. She had suffered enough embarrassment for a day. Lisa's claim that they still had a few errands to run made her worry that it wasn't all over after all. Her worries were soon confirmed when they stopped in a rather seedy looking neighbourhood.

Getting out of the car Marcy knew better than to stray away from Lisa's side. It was kind of weird, but the big shift of control in their relationship had also translated to their behaviour. With how strong-willed Lisa had become Marcy automatically and unconsciously sought out protection by her girlfriend.

This change didn't go unnoticed by Lisa either. In response she wrapped her arm around Marcy's waist, pulling her sissy boyfriend in close. It was a subtle way to once again assert her dominance as well as a clear signal to everyone around them that she wore the pants in their relationship.

A few minutes later they stopped in front of a sexshop. At least that was what the bright pink neon lights of the sign above the store read. After what had happened at CC's and the things Linda and her girlfriend had discussed, Marcy really had a bad feeling about this.

The first thing they both noticed upon entering the store was that it was huge. It had looked rather hidden and modest from the outside, but the inside was anything but modest. The first thing they passed was a counter in a shiny red lacquered finish. Behind the counter stood a young woman, if they had to guess they would put her somewhere in her late twenties at most.

She was an eccentric looking woman to say the least and the full extend of that only became clear when she left from behind her counter. She was about 5'7" tall, a bit taller than Lisa and Marcy, but not in a spectacular way like Linda.

Her build wasn't as voluptuous either, but rather athletic instead. She had strong looking legs, a firm butt, a stomach that was entirely flat and just on the brink of showing the muscles underneath. Her breasts looked modest, not more than a C cup, but very firm and perky. At least that much they could tell since she clearly wasn't wearing a bra. The girl had a pretty face with grey eyes and vibrant neon pink hair that was shaved on one side and hanging over the top of her head, down to her shoulder on the other side.

Beside her hair her outfit, piercings and tattoos firmly established her as being eccentric. Her one arm was covered by a full tattoo sleeve, she had a few more on her other arm, her legs, her stomach her back, and a small one on the shaved side of her head. Her piercings consisted of two rings at the side of her left eyebrow, a small ring at the right side of her nose, an earring in each lobe, two extra earrings in the top of her right ear, a belly button piercing and two obviously pierced nipples.

The woman's outfit consisted of a pair of heavy leather black combat boots, sheer ripped black thigh high stockings worn over a pair of neon pink fishnet tights, a short black leather pleated skirt and a tight-fitting neon pink crop top.

"Hello, I'm Chelsea, the owner of this store. I haven't seen you two around her before. I am certain I would have remembered. Anyways, if you need anything you can always call out for me and I will be glad to help you out. Of course you can also just browse through the store on your own." The woman happily offered obviously checking the both of them out.

While she was talking Lisa spotted that the woman also had a tongue piercing, but way further back which prevented her from having a lisp like Stephanie did. The fact that she had checked them out also wasn't lost on her and she thought it was flattering. She felt an unmistaken attraction to this woman, while you had bad boy types, Chelsea would certainly count as a bad girl. She wouldn't want to build a real relationship with the woman, but she certainly looked like she knew how to have some fun.

Chelsea had initially moved out here to the big city to study engineering. She had always topped her classes at high school in the small town she came from. Despite her good grades she had never really felt welcome. She had always been the outcast, the rebel. The fact that she had openly come out as bisexual had only made things worse back in her home town.

It had been part of the reason why she had searched out the biggest city for her studies. The people here were more openminded, or at least better at minding their own businesses if they disapproved. To help her pay rent and her studies, Chelsea had taken a job in a sex shop. She had always been a very sexual person, she loved sex with guy, girls, trans people, she had tried just about everyone. She also loved people's sexual quirks, their kinks, fetishes, and learning all about them. It excited her to no end, so for her working at a sexshop had been a blessing.

On her free time Chelsea had loved designing new toys and equipment. Backed by all the knowledge she could find in her course and at the library she had developed a new revolutionary strap on dildo which she had patented. Contacting a manufacturer who delivered some of the better dildos at the store she worked at, she had managed to earn a small fortune of her patent.

She had been smart enough to make a contract with the manufacturer, giving them a licence to make the strap on, but keeping the patent for herself. That way she had a nice percent on every model sold. It was with that money she had been able to buy this very shop once her studies were finished. A shopped she loved running herself because she just loved the field of work.

In the back of the store she had a small workshop where she kept working on developing new ideas for toys with the eye on starting an own line and an own manufacturing company. Beside that she also had a side job as a professional dominatrix from time to time and an interior designer for sex dungeons.

Chelsea was still young, but she had already made it money wise. Which wasn't really surprising since most of what she did was work. To her it all felt more like a hobby however. It's true what they say, if you love your work you don't have to work a day in your life.

"This place looks huge, so some help would certainly be very welcome. The first thing on the list is a bit of a hard one. I have been looking for it everywhere, without any luck so far. Maybe you could help me find it." Lisa said while checking Chelsea out in a not too subtle way.

The pink haired woman smirked. This could prove to be in interesting client, at least they both seemed interested in each other. Marcy on the other hand just stood by nervously, still holding her girlfriends' hands. She felt rather intimidated by this shopkeeper. Then again, she felt intimidated by pretty much anyone she met lately. All the humiliation day in and day out had made her feel a lot more self-conscious and shy.

"In my shop I take pride in having a solution to every need of every customer. So ask away and I'm sure I will be able to help you one way or another." Chelsea said with a big smile. The way Lisa was being mysterious really made her curious.

"Well I have been looking for a kiss from a gorgeous pink haired lady everywhere, but up until now without success." Lisa explained with a smirk. Her experience at CC's had severely emboldened her, enough to use such a blunt pick up line with someone she just met. Marcy couldn't help but look shocked at her girlfriend.

"If the sissy here doesn't mind, then I am sure I must have it in stock here somewhere." Chelsea replied with a smirk not even skipping a beat. Much to Lisa's surprise her boldness hadn't even elected a momentarily shocked expression from her. Then again, she guessed this woman was used to worse.

Marcy in turn looked shocked at this woman. How had she seen that she was a sissy? Who else had seen? Was it that obvious? Seeing the sissy's shocked expression Chelsea laughed. "Are you really that surprised sissy? I have seen enough of your sort to recognise a sissy when I see one. Besides the hint of a bra shinning through your t-shirt and the colourful stockings visible at your ankles aren't helping you hide it either." Chelsea said to a heavily blushing Marcy.

"The sissy won't mind at all, in fact she supports me. When I discovered she was a sissy, I was mad at first, but I vowed to help her come out of the closet to be her true self and support her all the way. To help her see that she wasn't alone I finally worked up the courage to come out as bi myself and she will support me in exploring and accepting that side of me as well. Isn't that right Marcy?" Lisa asked with a proud smile.

"Yes miss Lisa." Marcy replied meekly with an intense blush.

"Awww, that's so sweet. In that case I think I have what you're looking for right here." Chelsea said, taking as step closer and acting as if she was reaching for something behind Lisa. She moved her hand over the girl's shoulder, but as soon as their faces came close, she wrapped her arm around the girl and planted her lips on those of Lisa.

She gave the girl three soft long pecks on her closed lips before slowly working her tongue into the girl's mouth, pulling her in for a real passionate kiss. Her other arm went around Lisa's lower back and slowly reached down to squeeze her butt. Lisa didn't seem to mind as she simply moaned while continuing their passionate kiss. Lisa released Marcy's hand to start caressing Chelsea in return.

Once again Marcy was forced to look on from the side while his girlfriend made out with another girl, way more passionate than she ever had. Before all this had happened to her she would have cheered her on. She would have thought it was hot and certainly would have had a hard on. Now it just made her feel inadequate and her penis didn't even react in the slightest.

After a few minutes Chelsea finally broke the kiss. Moving her head back only slightly while she asked. "So did you find what you were looking for or wasn't my solution as desired."

"Oh I definitely found what I was looking for, at least as far as the first item on my list goes. The product quality in this store is very high indeed. It makes me hopeful for the other items on my list." Lisa grinned back.

Chelsea smiled in response and took a step back. "And what other items are on your list? More things involving a pink haired woman?" Chelsea flirted back.

"Well I certainly wouldn't be against exploring everything your pink haired woman collection has to offer, but that's not why we initially came for. We actually came here to get some things for my sissy girlfriend here. You see she is a complete butt slut, but since that can get kind of nasty, I was wondering if your store has douche kits. I'm also looking for a strap on harness, one which can fit a suction cup dildo." Lisa explained while Marcy stood by mortified.

"I see, well follow along. We have a whole assortment of those to choose from with some personal favourites I can advise." Chelsea said before wrapping her arm around Lisa's middle and guiding the girl deeper into the store while Marcy was forced to just follow along on her own.

A few moments later their arrived in front of a shelf stocked with bags in various sized with connected tubes and nozzles. There had to be at least 50 different ones. The sight of pretty much everything she saw made Marcy nervous. Lisa on the other hand looked more intrigued and excited than anything else.

Having a quick look through the assortment Chelsea picked out a big box. On the front was an image of a pink dildo without balls. In the bottom sat a clear thick tube and a smaller pink tube with a bulb at the end. The thick clear tube was rather long and connected to a big pink rubber bag.

"From what I've heard and seen I think this will be the ideal douche kit. It has a quality real feel nozzle which can be used to fuck the butt while getting it cleaned. The nozzle itself isn't too big in length or girth. In other words, it is a nice starter dildo that won't stretch the butt too much depending on how the sissy wants to use it." Chelsea explained.

"It comes in this nice pink colour, a favourite for sissies. While the girth of the nozzle isn't that big the bottom of it can be inflated by a lot. So if the ass is getting too loose from too much use it can be inflated to the point where it will stay in without leakage. It can be inflated from big to downright huge. In other words, a real best friend for every butt slut." Chelsea continued her explanation.

"Last but not least we have the bag. It has a ring in the top so it can be hung up with ease. The bag itself can fit up to a gallon at once, but of course you choose how much you put in it yourself. In my experience a big bag provides most options. Beside a cleansing douche you can also use it for a punishment enema. There is a guideline inside with what quantities to use for what purpose. Everything is crafted from the most durable items and will stay in great shape for years after purchase." Chelsea concluded her presentation with a smile.

"I love, we are most certainly taking that one. You're right it is perfect for my sissy boyfriend here. I bet she just loves the versatility of it, and I am sure she can't wait to put it to use." Lisa said enthusiastically.

In the meantime, Marcy just stood there with her mouth agape. She couldn't believe what she had heard. Fingering her ass was one thing but shoving something up there that looked like a cock was on a whole other level. The prospect made her shudder with disgust.

Not only that, but it also made her worry about what could potentially be her future. Her ass wouldn't really get used right? Definitely not to the point where she would actually need to inflate that nozzle right? She just wouldn't let that happen, but then again. With how far things had gone already she wasn't sure if she would be able to stop it.

"Great, I'm going to throw in a free bottle of this intimate soap with the purchase. Trust me you will love this stuff. I always find it kind of poetic when the rosebud smells like roses. A few drops each rinse is enough to maintain a constant rose smell." Chelsea said handing both items to Marcy before guiding Lisa to yet another part of the store with her arm wrapped around her middle.

Marcy was left to follow behind, carrying the stuff she already hated, but would soon be hers. Up next they arrived in an area of the store that was filled by shelfs upon shelfs of dildo's and vibrators. There were literally toys in all shapes, sized and colours. Some came with a remote, others were attached to a sort of harness.

The sissy was shocked that there even existed this much variety in sextoys. She had always thought it were all just fake lookalike cocks. Some of these things looked nothing like a cock at all. She spotted one toy that looked like a fist, another that looked like a foot and even a garden gnome.

"Okay, I know that you told me you were looking for a harness to fit a suction cup dildo. While that can be great and is compatible with a lot of toys, I would like to propose something else. You see I actually developed a revolutionary strap on myself and I just know you will love it." Chelsea started.

Lisa cut her off however by saying. "For now I really want a harness to fit a suction cup dildo though. Nothing fancy just something simple. It holds more of a symbolical meaning really. You see I recently caught Marcy sucking on a big fat dildo trying to deepthroat it and I could see that it was her favourite toy. I would like to be able to accommodate that dildo so we can have fun with it together."

An instant worried look was thrown from Marcy to her girlfriend. What did Lisa mean with having fun together? She hoped she would be happy with just some more deep throat training since she badly needed to get some more practice in before tomorrow morning or she would be outed for everyone. At least that is what she though when she thought back to the threat that she had to be able to deep throat that dildo or she would regret it.

Marcy was so busy praying that Lisa would remain happy with blowjobs instead of using a strap on to fuck her like Linda had suggested. Especially with how big that dildo she was hinting at was. Se was so worried about that, that she didn't even notice how absurd it was to be hoping that she could give her girlfriends strap on blowjobs.

"As you wish. When you put it like that, I can completely understand it even if that kind of harness is the least optimal choice when it comes to strap ons. I do hope that maybe in the future convince you to try my design. I am quite proud of it after all." Chelsea said.

"Tell you what, why don't you come over to my place sometime and I can show you just how good my strap on is. Of course you are welcome to bring the sissy as well if you wish, but I would love to show off my design and of course the other products the pink haired woman line has to offer." Chelsea said with a wink continuing their joking flirt.

"I definitely won't turn down that offer. I don't think I'll bring the sissy along though cause we might end up doing things that she doesn't really want to see." Lisa instantly replied, obviously very eager to explore more with this confident eccentric sexshop owner.

Remembering Linda's warning from earlier that she better be the very best sissy she could be or that Lisa just might grow tired of her, Marcy started to panic. Linda had been right Lisa was pretty enough to catch most people's interest, so why would she stay with her if she could get a real guy or a real girl?

Right now, she threatened to ditch her for this Chelsea woman. Marcy couldn't let that happen, she couldn't lose her girlfriend, but how could she stop this. That kiss they had shared earlier was way more intense than everything they ever shared before. It wasn't like Marcy could offer that, or that Lisa would even allow her to kiss her like that.

"Miss Lisa, I would love to come along and see Miss Chelsea's strap on design. Of course if you and Miss Chelsea would have me. I would love to learn all about her strap on." Marcy spoke up for the first time since entering the store. She just had to hold onto her girlfriend.

Both Lisa and Marcy were surprised when Chelsea suddenly lashed out and landed a hard slap right across Marcy's cheek leaving a bright red handprint. "That's Mistress Chelsea to you." She said in a commanding tone.

Seeing how both of her clients looked shocked Chelsea explained herself with a grin and a shrug. "What can I say. I guess I am still a bit in my role as pro domme which I like to work as when I am not running this store." She explained.

Lisa quickly caught on, her shocked expression changing to a grin as she suddenly was even more interested in Chelsea. This girl certainly knew how to have fun, it made her wonder if she could learn a thing or two from her. "Aren't you going to apologise Marcy?" Lisa asked sternly.

To Marcy this request sounded absurd. She was the one who had been slapped in the face and now she was supposed to apologise? It was absurd, but necessary. After all she needed to be the best sissy she possibly could be so Lisa would stay with her and so she said. "Yes Miss Lisa, I'm sorry Mistress Chelsea."

Both women instantly started laughing at the obviously shaken and embarrassed sissy. "It's alright sissy, consider this a warning. As for your request I will be happy to show you my strap on up close and personal. At least if your girlfriend wants to bring you along." Chelsea spoke with a grin.

Instantly Marcy regretted ever opening her mouth. Why had she been so stupid? She really didn't like the way Chelsea had said she would show her her strap on. Her only hope to prevent this trouble she herself had caused from happening was a no from her girlfriend. Something she was silently praying for.