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Dating as Hers
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Dating as Hers The next day She showered me and got me ready for a day of<b> shopping </font></b>and dinner, our first date as Mistress and slave in a “normal” relationship activity. i was nervous to see how this would be after the way She had treated me the day and night before. She allowed me to pick out an outfit and upon Her approval She dressed me. We left the house and headed to the mall. As we drove we listened to music and talked as we always had before, discussing life as well as our new relationship and our positions. We had fun laughing and joking just as normal, well almost just as normal as my cage was a constant reminder along with my “collar” for the day out in public. Today it was a black leather necklace with a pendant with Her name on it...as well as my toe ring. Every now and then She would do little things to remind me that this was still not a normal relationship, that i was still Hers, such as Her requiring me to ask Her for a drink while She held it for me to sip out of a straw. Little things in the car that i thought nothing of, but when we were walking through the mall in public it made me feel a little insecure. Although She was still treating me as Her slave, to us we knew what it meant, but to the public looking on it was just something that was a little strange or odd if they noticed at all. This was a major point of emphasis for both of us, not to subject others to our lifestyle as it was for us alone and those of like minds to us. The general public did not need to be subjected to our lifestyle, and should not be as we did not want to offend anyone...we just wanted to live as we desired and let them live as they desired. But we could cater our lifestyle into little things that others might think strange but not really notice or take offense to, but could still be humiliating to me. Once at the mall She asked me if i wanted a pretzel like we usually did. i said yes Princess. She had me beg Her for this privilege in the car before we went into the mall. After begging and Her agreeing to grant me this privilege She led me by the hand into the mall and to the bathroom as She needed to go. She told me i had permission to go the mens room and as i began to walk toward the mens room She grabbed my arm and pulled me back and whispered into my ear, enjoy sitting down little girl! i had not even thought of this and She could tell by the look in my eyes. She laughed and let me go to the bathroom as She did the same. Sitting there i thought how disgusting and wondered how i let myself get into this situation. Then i remembered Her Pussy and i instantly remembered, how sweet it was! We met afterward with Her whispering to me asking if Her Pussy was still worth the humiliation? I whispered back, yes Princess it is! She grabbed my hand and led me to Auntie Anne’s Pretzels for an Almond Pretzel where She ordered for me. She ordered a regular soda for us to share as She said i did not deserve my own, and we sat in the food court talking and laughing as normal...and people watching while hoping people were watching us. It was a great pretzel and great start to the day! When She was ready She told (ordered) me to stand. She took my hand and led me through the mall<b> shopping. </font></b>She held my hand most of the time as it was to show me She was still in control of me and i must follow Her and still obey Her even in public, even on our “normal” date and during “normal” activities. It was little subtle things like that, but still very effective. The first store She led me into was Victoria’s Secret. We began looking and i was hoping for Her to pick out a sexy outfit for me...i was imagining seeing Her in it in my mind. When the young female clerk came to ask if she could help, Princess said we were<b> shopping </font></b>for a pink bra and panty for me. i was mortified and wanted to die! (Princess said if the clerk had given us a problem She could explain the situation as getting a costume for a drag party we were attending) We found one for me and then She began looking for something for Her as well. When She found something She said let this be incentive to do as i was told and maybe i would be given a reward. She bought my new outfit and made me carry the pretty little pink bag the rest of the day. After<b> shopping </font></b>for a while we stopped for a break and coffee and talked about how things were going. It was the perfect mix of normalcy and BDSM for a relationship in the vanilla public. i said i still felt owned and without any power or control, but at the same time felt like it was a normal date and normal relationship. She agreed and said we could see how we could push the boundaries as we progressed. i said i wished i could be treated like a full slave in public, leashed and fully commanded. She laughed and said that would be nice in a perfect world. She applauded my eagerness to be controlled and willingness to be turned into a slave. She said She was curious as to how far i would immerse myself into my new role and how far we could take things. We continued with normal conversation, what we would like to do next weekend, vacations etc., just trying to plan for the future and how She could hold things over me and manipulate me...everything She learned She used to Her advantage and She was good at manipulating me. She would make me think i had a say in things, but in reality She guided every conversation and used what i wanted for Her own purposes and to ultimately control me even more without me even knowing what She was doing...and willingly helping Her to control me more even though i did not know i was doing this. She let me think this was a true relationship, but in reality i never was a true relationship partner, She pulled my strings at every turn. When i wanted to go into a store i had to ask Her permission. When i saw something i liked or wanted i had to ask Her permission and get Her approval, even though i was buying it and paying for it with my money. (which this was another part of the contract, She would not control the money blindly. We would still budget and plan everything together but She would have final say and control...but i would be involved in the process and we would look at the account daily...as long as i was “available” to do so) Before going home we went out to dinner where She wanted, and of course She ordered for me. We always sat across from each other so She could keep an eye on me...and so She could make sure i was staring at Her beauty and at Her body. She said i had better never look at anyone else, that Her face was perfection to me and that Her body was perfection for me to worship and i had better be lusting after Her 24/7 and thinking of Her 24/7! And i did! She made sure i worshiped all of Her, Her Face, Her Lips, Her Ears, Her Nose, Her Boobs, Her Pussy, Her Ass, Her Legs, Her Toes, Her Fingers, Her Shoulders, Her Back, Her Armpits...every single inch of Her. She made sure i was emotionally and mentally addicted to Her and every single aspect of Her so no one else would turn me on...She was doing this so when She let me be used by other Girls i would still only want Her...and think of Her. When we returned home that night She asked if Her Pussy was really so good it was worth the public humiliation of today? I said yes Princess, Your Pussy is worth it! I said i was completely controlled by Her Pussy. She said She never knew Her Pussy had such magical powers, that She must be some sort of superhero. She then asked if i wanted to see Her try on Her lingerie? I said yes Princess. She said then first i needed to try my own! She made me change right there in front of Her, no privacy for Her slave! Then She took a pic of me but said not to worry it was just for Her use and Her enjoyment. She asked where i wanted to eat the next day and i told Her. She said then i was to wear my new bra and panties under my jeans and suit jacket along with a harness and butt plug. She said if i wanted to do what i wanted then i had to pay the price...and i did. She said the suit jacket would hide my bra well enough as that it would hardly be noticeable, that is unless someone was paying attention! The rest of the night and most of the next day was devoted to trainings...and the dinner experience with my butt plug was amazing! She was making me into an ass slave and wanted me to crave being fucked in my ass, and i was well on my way already! |
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