Mistress Lu rarely has difficulty finding her O …
Mistress Lu is off doing hands-on field research about pegging, but the whole project almost went awry last Sunday, when even the largest O ring she had with her wasn’t big enough for the monster cock that she was arranging to use on a pretty little pet.
I watched as she sat in our studio wrapping up floggers, selecting clamps, and neatly placing some extra stockings in her overnight bag, her eyes landed on the pleasant warm hue of the dildo in her hand. As it laid across her palm, and her fingers gripped it’s girth, she squinted momentarily at the toy in her hand. She reached for the satin pouch that contained her specially selected harness. As she pulled out the pink leather, she fingered the silver ring on it’s front. She quickly pulled it free, and held up the toy in her other hand, hovering the silver ring over the head of the dildo. She didn’t need to, but with a sigh of disappointment, she placed the ring onto the tip of the dildo in front of her. As it sat only half way to the ridge on the head, it was clear: it would not fit.
As it was still early, we made our way out to locate a suitable replacement.
We started at the hardware store. As we swept through the automatic doors and into the massive warehouse smelling of oil and cement, we turned down the first aisle and came upon an employee stocking the shelves. A slender man leaning into his later years, he looked up as we approached. She described to him what she needed: steel O-rings, preferably two to three inches in diameter. With a quizzical look and a small hop, he was up, puzzling aloud about which section they might be hiding in.
As he hurriedly led us past a few aisles, he turned back and asked, “How are you going to use these? If you can tell me the application, it might help me figure out where they are.”
“I’m not sure you want me to answer that question.” she replied plainly. Though her back was to me, I could imagine the coy smile spreading across her lips as he swiftly turned forward again and refrained from any further questions. After a few misses, we finally located the O rings in the rope and chains accessories section, but despite a number of options, none of them spanned more than two inches. She selected a two inch ring as a backup, but soon we were off to try again somewhere else.
Next we headed to a nearby pet supply store located right next to a craft store. When we arrived, it was shortly before opening for either establishment. There was a 30-something man waiting in the lot with his mottled tawny rat terrier for the doors to open. She commented to me quietly about the dog and his human while we waited, and we mused about the fun that this ring would bring if we could just find the right size. Once inside, we searched in vain to locate any equipment that might use a large enough ring. As we met near the checkout, Mistress Lu produced a large black leather collar, complete with a smooth black leather bowtie. Her eyes glinted with joy under the fluorescent lights. At least we weren’t leaving empty handed.
We stepped into the queue behind the rat terrier and the man at the other end of his leash. As we waited, Mistress Lu and I chatted and teased, joking around in our usual manner. Standing with his shoulder towards us, the man repeatedly made, and refused to maintain, eye contact. He began to blushingly rock back and forth from his heels to his toes and back again, thrusting his hips forward with each swing, his modest endowment stretching the weave of his pants. This obvious peacocking did not go unnoticed, and Mistress Lu struck up a conversation, casually engaging him while softly fingering the leather collar. As she spoke, his gaze was transfixed on the collar, the cogs in his head whirring away about the possibilities. Just as he opened his mouth to speak again, I commented on the collar being a perfect fit for her very – large – dog. The tense moment broken, he paused a moment considering this new information, before the cashier called him away. I quietly giggled, knowing that now he would repeatedly question if it had all been imagined, or if he had just missed a living sultry fantasy.
Finishing her purchase, Mistress Lu and I headed towards the craft store. Almost immediately I was pulled away by a phone call, and returned to the car. After a short while, she emerged from the doors and strode playfully across the lot, two large rings with banners hanging from them in-hand. “Work Hard” printed on one. “Think Big” on the other. The brass rings they hung from, at least three and a half inches across. Though this strained towards the ridiculous, it was better than none, and neither of us could keep the naughty jokes in check on the ride home.
Having returned to my living room, we considered the rings we had acquired, and while they would certainly do in a pinch, none of them was perfectly suited to the task. In one last attempt at a real solution, we began calling local sex shops, to see what they had in stock. “Our largest set tops out at two inches.” We asked for recommendations with each additional disappointment, and met variation after variation of, “We have one that’s two inches across, but no larger. Sorry.” until finally, at the Stockroom in Los Angeles, we got our break. “We have one that’s two and a half inches.” Yes! A step toward success! Mistress Lu asked them to hold one for her until she arrived, and thanked them for their help.
Her pet soon waiting for her, she quickly showered, and donned a black fishnet bodysuit, covered by a flowy crimson dress. As she packed the last few items, slipped into her matching red heels, and glided out the door, I gave her a squeeze and wished her Many Happy Os.
🫦 Siren