”It was my turn to smile now. Julie was a born salesperson. “Actually the sub should never buy his or her own collar. That’s down to the dom.”...I told her looking at Steven who seemed as effective as a chocolate whip.“Er... er yes,” he stammered. “I’ll buy it?”“Steven,” Julie said as she perched herself on the table. “Can I ask you a very personal question?”He looked up and nodded at her. “Is this really your scene? I mean being a Dom?” she asked. “I’m a sub and although new to it, I know a Dom. So there I am looking a you put the stuff away and I start to feel the monster getting harder. So than I send a text message to your phone asking what your doing.Your reply is that your working and can't wait till tomorrow.I grab the other phone that I had brought with me and take a picture of you and send it to your phone.I receive a text back asking who this is and all that I say is you will know soon enough.I start walking slowly toward the items that you are stocking onto the shelves and. “You are so special and so wonderful. How come some hot little thing hasn’t scooped you up yet?” she asked.“Because I was waiting for the right hot little thing to come along. What took you so long?” he said.“Sorry, I got distracted. I fell for the wrong smooth talker,” she said.“Well, that doesn’t matter now. You’re mine now and that’s what counts,” he said.“Yes, I am, Kevin. I’m all yours. If you want to go to the beach and show off your 'golden girl’, then I will give them a show that will. "Wow!"She wore a standard flannel nightgown that reached down to her knees. It had the faded image of a once popular cartoon character on the front. He recalled bringing it last year. Somewhere in his pack, Santa had a replacement for it."What can I do for you, dear," Santa asked.The girl looked away and brushed a lock of her long blonde hair from her face. Santa wanted to shout; he hated when they turned suddenly shy, but he held his smile and waited for her to work up the nerve to talk."Um,".