Page 14 of Breaking Vincent
“Damn straight.” I wink at him. “This impromptu night out calls for a shopping trip.Little Sinnersafter work?”
“I would have loved to, but I’m meeting my brother for tea. Grab me something pretty? You know what I like.”
One gigantic sparkly butt plug coming right up.
A customer walks through the door interrupts my next words.
Jude stands up and quickly tidies up our lunch. “I’ll text you later, see you tomorrow!”
I turn to the customer, “Hey, what can I do for you?”
Turns out he wants to book a tattoo session with Nate, so after that’s scheduled, I spend a couple of hours cleaning the shop and working the reception desk when I’m not busy with my own customers.
By the time 5 p.m. rolls around, I’m itching to get out of the building. I have shopping that needs to be done. I groan when Nate stops me. “Hey Vincent, wait up a sec.”
I stop with one hand on the door and look over my shoulder, “Boss, I love you, but I have very important plans.”
Nate snorts. “I know exactly where you’re going. You and Jude aren’t very quiet when you’re gossiping by the way. I just wanted to give you the invitation for the collaring ceremony.”
He passes me a clean crisp envelope, and as much as I’d love to rip it open like the animal I am, I don’t. I carefully unstick the fold and pull out the invite.
It's fancier than any invitation I’ve ever seen. “Are you sure this isn’t a wedding invite? It’s posh as fuck.”
“You do know what the collaring symbolises, right?”
I roll my eyes. “Duh, of course I do. I googled it when you first told me. It's like a wedding, but for kinky people. Right?”
“In our community, it’s basically a marriage. Obviously, in the eyes of the law it isn’t seen the same way,” Nate explains.
I raise an eyebrow, “And when are you planning on making it official?”
“We’re already engaged, but we want to have the collaring done before the wedding.”
I am NOT jealous. I am very happy for my friend. And I definitely don’t want to stab myself in the eye because nobody will ever love me like that.
“Thanks for the invite, but I really do have to go. See you tomorrow.” I turn around and rush out the door before he can stop me again.
Little Sinnersis only a few streets over so it doesn’t take me long before the bell above the door dings my arrival.
The girls behind the counter smile at me, but don’t bother asking if I need any help. I’ve been here so many times that I could probably tell you where every single item is held.
That’s why I let my legs carry me to the back of the shop, towards all thefreakyshit.
I stop at the shelf that holds exactly what I’m looking for.
Gimp masks.
My stomach buzzes with excitement as I trail my fingertips across the latex, the material soft and buttery under my touch. So many variations and if I wasn’t so picky it might be overwhelming, but alas it's easy to spot the one I want.
Even though I’m tall, I still have to stand on my tiptoes and stretch to grab the one I like.
I check the size of the hole on the crown, sticking my fingers through the gap – it looks the right size for all my hair to fit through it.
The eye holes are large, meaning my vision won’t be blocked. The nose holes are tiny, but that’s fine. It’s the mouth I’m interested in. A silver zip and key are placed on the mouth hole, so only the person with the key can permit me to speak.
My favourite thing about the mask, is the spikes strategically placed across the face and skull really makes the whole thing look bad-ass.
When I turn around, I spot the row of collars. It would be tacky to gift myself an official one, but a decorative one would look amazing with my mask.