Ann Summers

I hadn’t been in here for years before I ventured in today for some bondage tape-​wrap stuff (to secure my boobs in my very tight-​bodiced party frock at the Christmas party next week!) — it’s changed a lot since the last visit. All the toys are discreetly hidden away upstairs (a wall full of vibrators alongside ball-​gags and porno shoes), with the fancy pants and nipple tassles on the ground floor. I couldn’t see the tape anywhere on first glance and asked one of the ladies where I could find it. She said ‘you mean tit tape, right?’ but I explained and she said ‘oooh bondage tape! It’s not on display! You’ll have to ask upstairs!’ so I did. And then nobody knew how much it was, and in the end it cost me £9.73 or something.
But at least I will be streamlined at the Christmas do