Be My Superhero
“Here’s what I want, bitch, and I want it now¦
But first, let me preface: it’s been a raw week of stress requiring survival on supplements and copious amounts of coffee. And what I need is a sweet release from the trappings of my brain.
So my lover Kailey and I took a field trip to one of our local, semi-seedy lingerie shops. An older woman, with dyed orange hair and painted eyebrows to match, graciously showed us a variety of fishnet stockings and lacy lingerie. Ah¦nice but too vanilla, we thought. The saleswoman could see by the looks on our faces that we felt less than titillated, so she directed us to a back room, which involved passing through a beaded curtain that led me to expect to find lava lamps and mirror balls on the other side. Instead, we saw a treasure trove of naughty delights: leather bustiers, floggers, riding crops, assorted dildos and what I can only define as really interesting underwear.
We gathered up, with glee, as many items as our arms would hold. By law, we couldn’t be in the same dressing room–I suppose in case we decided to snort glue or practice full-on fellatio like previous customers. “How does it look? Kailey called through the plywood partition between our narrow little stalls. Since she couldn’t come in, I ran out half-naked wearing only my bra and the most intriguing cross between boy-shorts and ruffles that I had ever seen in my life. “Nice, said Kailey, while the saleswoman raised one atomic tangerine-colored eyebrow and appraised her merchandise on my ass.
It was then I saw it–like an answer to a prayer. A delicate, leather eye mask hanging on the wall. I removed it from the hook and handed it in reverent silence to my lover. She put it on, standing there in a lacy black bra and gorgeous lace-up underwear that showcased her perfect ass. We simultaneously turned and went back into our separate changing rooms to dress in record time, so we could check out and go home to play with our new merchandise.
Silently, I beg her, please, please be my superhero. Make all that is wrong, right. Bring light where there is only darkness. Dressed for the role, she says, “Here’s what I want, bitch, and I want it now. And I, with utter gratitude, capitulate to her superhuman strength.