Sadde knocks on Isabella's door at 7PM sharp.
She leans into the petting. Is there an available spot for her to kneel by her dom?
Yes there is. And Isabella pulls Sadde's head into her lap for further petting during the ride.
And eventually here's their stop. Isabella precedes Sadde off the bus as usual and leads her down the street.
Isabella strolls in and the sub hops up to greet them. "Hi, welcome, can I help you find anything?"
"My lovely and I want some rope and are undecided on other items. Oh, and she can shift sex, so no need to be anatomically specific in recommending things."
"Aww," says the sub. And she shows them around the selection, although she doesn't linger on things-with-which-to-swat-people, probably because of Isabella's cane. It's a pretty comprehensive little shop.
She does eye things-with-which-to-swat people with interest, and seems pretty curious about this pretty flechette.
"Pet, I don't have the coordination for anything sharp, at least not until you're very good at self-healing. If I trip while I'm holding my cane you might get bruised, if I trip while I'm holding that..."
She shrugs. "I'm mostly curious, I hadn't actually considered it before and it's an idea, but of course we won't do anything you don't want us to."
Kiss. "Not today. And I already have a vibrator, which I think you remember... hmm..." She winds up buying a strap-on and a set of four lengths of nice silky too-flat-to-be-quite-rope which can double as a blindfold if desired. The silky stuff is expensive enough that this is all she gets.
Sadde's mind was naturally already in the gutter, but Isabella having actually bought things somehow makes it even worse, and her eyes are drawn to them every now and then.
"What are you thinking, pet?" asks Isabella in a low voice.
"I'm thinking about the things I want you to do to me. I'm thinking in particular about what we bought today."
"I didn't check the menu this morning. Just give me a deadline or I might lose track of time and you'll be showing up to work hungry."
She giggles. "That was supposed to be a very stealthy pun," she says. "1:30PM."
Bus. Campus. Isabella's room.