"Peculiar? Perhaps, but we hardly have a usual relationship, not even for a Master and his slave." He wandered absently through the loosely formed aisles. Quentin rarely cared for shopping and was not so obsessed with owning things as many of his peers were... But in here it was different. They weren't mere possessions to own, they were tools. They were excuses for, and access to, a great world of sordid possibility, and it was this that enticed him. A collar was a boring thing, but leading Zoey around and watching her fidget with a symbol of her submission? That was far less boring. That was what made him enjoy his browsing. The temptation was not for a whip, but for an excuse to see Zoey's skin flare up again.<br/><br/>So he prowled, doing a better job than she at identifying the uses of the wares. A few eluded him, and a few had to fall to educated guesswork, but by and large he saw a vast array of possibilities, mostly things to do with or to Zoey. The greater part of his attention, though, remained on the girl herself. This made sense because, while the tools were all well and good, it was she that was going to be the main attraction, whatever he ended up using. So he watched her walk gingerly around, having been stripped of using him as a support, with as much curiosity about her reaction as for the displays themselves.<br/><br/>His fingers did idle over a few items, though, particularly those which gave him the finest ideas. A ring gag, picked because of an image it conjured of her bound with her mouth forced into a very perfect, very fuckable 'o' for as long as he craved. A length of rope with a clockwork something in the middle that gradually tightened, which appealed to his love of curious technology as much as his love of seeing Zoey gradually, irresistibly,automatically pulled into whatever position appealed the most. A funnel with a strap, that he could see fastened around her head as he filled it with sufficiently fluid food, or indeed the cum of whatever party guests cared to share with her. A flat plate made to cover the front of her snatch, denying her pleasure or release, also made the man crave a chance to see how wound up he could get her before she was screaming, crying and begging for release.<br/><br/>There were other things, but it was these ideas that grabbed him the most, making him pull each item from the shelf with their irresistible promises. He looked across to her again from the end of the aisle. "If you find anything you want to play with, Zoey, I would be more than happy to have you pay me for it... Have you gathered your wits enough to have an opinion yet?" There was a little derision in his voice but he was in too good a mood to make it truly venomous.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>