Chapter 3

It seemed almost like fate when, on our way to the shop, the all-too-familiar melody of Gangsta’s Paradise kept playing on a loop in my mind, as if trying to convey a message. Sylvia had wrapped her dress to her waist, so she sat with her bare butt on the Transit chair to avoid that her dress got smudgy. I laughed, and she blushed a little. With a gentle touch, I drew her close, savouring the warmth of her neck against my fingers as our lips united.

“I love you.”

“You fill my heart”, she replied automatically.

“And your pussy.” We laughed.

“Looking forward to this?” I asked.

“You do not know how much, Master.”

“I hope the Kink Paradise lives up to its name, then.”

“It’s already great so far, Sir.”

“Good. Good girl, little one.”

Like the garden of Eden, Kink Paradise remained hidden from view. The navigation led us through narrow country roads in beautiful scenery, from one small village to another. On the outskirts of a bigger town, we saw the neon sign Kink Paradise on a building we recognised from the internet pictures. The roads here were quiet, with only a few passing cars. I was surprised to see the parking lot was already half full. The number plates of the cars showed a large mix of nationalities. Poles, Austrians, French and Dutch. Of course, there were the white and black plates of the Germans themselves, as well.

I parked my Transit away from the rest. This place was ready for a vast crowd.

I told my wife to stay in the car while I turned off the engine. I walked around the front of the Transit and opened the door for her. The air outside smelled familiar to our place back home. In the middle of a rural country, someone builds his or her paradise. I reached towards Sylvia and lifted her from her seat, only displaying her bare ass for a second before the dress flowed to the ground. The whole thing with the dress proved necessary, as there was a small pool of white fluid on the Transit chair. A present from a pleasant fuck earlier that morning.

“What a waste”, I said. “Lick it up, girl.”

To her credit, she didn’t blink an eye. She bent over and licked the stuff until the seat was clean. She surprised me by opening her mouth so I could see the white stuff on her tongue.

“Good girl. Don’t swallow.” I locked the car, and we walked arm in arm to the door.

“Wait. These cords behind your back nearly reach the ground. It’s essential that we prevent them from becoming dirty. Come closer.” In my hands, I held two long cords which I then wrapped around her neck, repeating the process twice to ensure a snug fit.

“Entering an un-collared slave could cause trouble. I want to avoid any potential Masters who might try to claim you as their slave, so we’ll have to improvise a bit.” The black cords around her neck and throat looked brutal and sinful. With both ends in my hand, I led her as if she was on a leash to paradise.

“Lead the way, little one. A few whistles around us made her blush furiously. With a smile on my face, I mouthed the words I’m so proud of you,” unable to contain my joy and admiration.

“Herzlich wilkommen in Ihrem Kinks-Paradies”, the girl behind a desk at the entrance, greeted us as if we entered an upscale restaurant.

“Thank you.” I replied. My Sylvia was the linguist among us. Without flinching, the girl continued in English.

“I see you are both already in the mood,” she smiled, looking at Sylvia tied to me. “We have to charge you 100 euro for admittance. The entrance fee will be deducted from your bill when you buy something. Unfortunately, we cannot refund you. We acknowledge it may be an inconvenience, but it is absolutely necessary to prevent annoying individuals from entering our store.”

I paid 100 euro with my debit card. The Dutch use their pin for everything, even to buy a candy bar.

“Thank you”, the girl said, giving me our tickets. “Enjoy your stay in Paradise.”

I tugged the cords gently. “Come on, girl. Let’s see if we can find something in here. Where do you want to start, little one?” I inquired with her and then loosened my grip on the ‘leash,’ causing the cords to fall against her chest. Despite everything, the choke band around her throat remained a constant reminder.

Her eyes landed on the section labelled “Collars,” and she pointed towards it, her face filled with excitement. On the right, there was a massive rack filled with an assortment of oversized dog collars and their perfectly matched leashes. Positioned in the centre of this part of the store, there was a section dedicated to showcasing exquisite jewellery, elegantly displayed behind a glass enclosure, and a young woman stood behind the counter, helping a customer. To the left was a complete section dedicated to electronic collars. Shock collars, collars with a tracking device so you could track and track and trace your human dog if you lost her somehow. One of them even included extra features like a heart rate monitor, sleep tracking capabilities, and active time monitoring. It sounded intriguing, but it wasn’t what I was looking for. As I looked into Sylvia’s eyes, it was clear that the band, with its rather large plastic box of electronics, wasn’t the accessory she had envisioned.

The jewellery counter was more to her liking. Hardly surprising, but we were not the only odd couple here. The guy in the leather jacket meticulously placed a metal choker around the goth girl’s neck, completing her attire. Clad in black from head to toe, the girl appeared delicate and ethereal, with her thin frame and perfectly coordinated black eye shadow and lipstick.

“This collar has an ergonomic shape,” the saleslady explained. “It’s not completely round, but there is a bend in it, so it naturally follows your anatomy.” The sales lady explained. “It’s also locked with a hex key, and without the key, the choker remains securely closed and removal is impossible.”

“I like it.” The motor guy had a surprisingly top voice. Contrary to what one might assume based on his size, he had a voice that resembled that of a counter tenor rather than a deep bass.

“It’s made of stainless steel and you can wear it 24/7. It’s really comfortable to sleep with.” I wore this collar for a month myself and even swam with it. After a while, you won’t even notice you’re wearing it, but people around you will. If you want to be super discrete, you can leave out the O-ring, but you should really wear it with the ring. The knowledge that your Master can easily leash you at any moment by simply clicking the leash onto it will be apparent to both of you. This collar is designed for extended wear and is of outstanding quality.

The guy said, “We will take it,” as he swiftly reached for his wallet, his fingers fumbling with the bills. The lack of significance placed on the opinion of the goth girl came as a surprise to me. Surely the collar that she would have to wear wherever she went, including family and friends, seemed to me a matter of mutual consent.

I turned towards Sylvia. She already knew the answer to the question I was going to ask.

“Do you want the same, little one?”

“No Sir, I think it’s too much for me. If Peter and Sandor come to visit us, I would like something a bit more discrete.”

I understood. Our private sex life was no one’s business and surely not our sons.

“Can you show us some of the more discrete collars?” I asked the salesgirl.

“Of course Sir. Here we have a nice day ultra thin leather collar, that vanilla people wear as well with a ring on it, and in the ring is a little green stone. The stone distracts the attention from the O-shaped ring so you can really wear it all day.”

Sylvia’s reaction was lukewarm.

“Perhaps you are interested in the top piece of our collection. It’s handmade by one of the local craftsman here in the area. As you can see, in white gold, there is a heart on top and a bigger teardrop beneath it. The teardrop is part of the bow of the heart. And a piece of gold rope is in an 8 form, matching the inner side of the teardrop. The top of the 8 shape connects with a white golden chain. We also sell matching earrings as well, so if the rope shape creates discussion, it’s just a piece of jewellery you like”, she said to Sylvia.