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It wasn't easy being mean. There were only so many ways to use the toys she had, and after several years of mutli-variations, she needed inspiration. Something new, something she hadn't used on him before.

It was frustrating, really, she prided herself on her creativity, and certainly they'd had some truly awesome sex, especially lately. But she'd gone to the Dominatrix well too many times, and it was running dry with the Mistress version of writer's block.

Then she'd seen the ad in the Sunday paper, about the new strip mall. She'd loaded her slutboy into the back of their Grand Jeep Cherokee (properly securing him with restraints) and they'd headed out there.

As she pulled in she realized how wonderful it was. A Tandy Leather, a Home Depot, a Medical supply store, and a Borders, all in the same mall. She grinned to herself, if she couldn't get an idea from this, she'd have to give up. She snapped the leash to his collar, freeing him from the other restraints.

The only question now was, which one to start with? The possibilities were endless.