As you can probably imagine, working at a
store like this, you’re allowed a rare opportunity to look into the dark little windows of
people’s personal lives. And a lot of times, it’s really fucking creepy.
In this instance, a guy came into the store a few days ago dressed in a dirty mechanic’s outfit. This was a little out of the ordinary because generally people come into the store after stopping at home to change into something more casual, but didn’t’ raise any red flags. The fact that he bought an elaborate, $300 bondage kit didn't surprise me either. I would have thought a purchase on this scale could have waited until you had time to take a shower after work. Or at least wash your face and hands (he was pretty filthy… with oil. I’m not going to comment on the status of his mind.)
The truly terrifying aspect happened when I was handing him his change and I
heard him mumble something about, “That smart-ass teenager thinks he can do
whatever he wants without any consequences,” as he walked out the door.
I honestly went pale and expect to see a story in tomorrow’s paper detailing a medieval torture dungeon in the basement of someone’s suburban home. I started thinking of every survival horror movie where the victim is tied up in a basement and imagined this happening mere miles away from the store.
I haven't heard anything more about this and really hope that the bondage set never got put to use. To be fair, we don’t sell very high quality bondage gear. It’s expensive, but not the sort of stuff that would last more than light use by people that aren’t really into bondage.
But you never know… somewhere in Mankato
there could be a gimp in the basement, yearning for freedom.
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