Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Shopping Bitch

This post was a long time coming, as Goddess D informed me a while back that we were going shopping. It wasn't difficult for me to figure out that this was directly related to the custom clip that Princess Sheridan made for Goddess D. The idea of going shopping with Goddess knowing that i would be subjected to specific behavioral expectations made me uneasy on many levels. i'm always particularly nervous about the risk of making a scene in public. Any kind of "over-the-top" level of public embarrassment would be out of the question, but i do have trust that between Princess Sheridan and Goddess D, they wouldn't push anything to a level where anything we did would make too much of a scene. Aside from those concerns, i just can't express enough how much i have always abhorred shopping in any form. That kind of made this the perfect torture and Goddess D knew it all along. i hadn't even set foot in a mall in the past decade other than to meet people for lunch.

Just before leaving the house, Goddess informed me that i was expected to wear my chastity cage during the trip. For some reason this surprised me initially. my mind was much more on the shopping experience than being in chastity, but there was no reason why i couldn't experience both i suppose. In the car ride on the way to the mall, Goddess D began to lay out expectations for my behavior. i was to walk a few feet behind her at all times. Any time i wanted to talk, i was to ask "may i speak?". When in a store, it was my responsibility to carry anything Goddess had selected for purchase, and to hand these items to Her at the checkout before providing Her my credit card for payment. i was also not to make eye contact with the sales clerk. And speaking of the sales clerk, whenever possible Goddess was trying to ensure that a cute girl was ringing us up, just to add to my embarrassment level. Admittedly, this instruction concerned me slightly. i always make it a point to make eye contact with people and never want to disrespect anyone whether i know them or not. So if i was directly addressed this would have been difficult and i expressed that concern to Goddess. Fortunately, since i was standing behind Goddess and not subject to that kind of direct interaction, this ended up being a non-issue. Can you tell how paranoid i was about all of this?

When we parked at the mall, as always i was to open the car door and doors in the mall for Goddess. I held Her coat and purse while walking behind Her. While Goddess didn't wear anything particularly scandalous, She still selected a pretty form-fitting outfit that showed off Her magnificent ass. For several hours i had a chance to walk behind Her in chastity while admiring Her.

We arrived at the first store and pretty quickly i had my hands full with many items selected for purchase ranging from sweaters to accessories to underwear. i already was holding Goddess' coat and purse in one arm, so everything else ended up in my other arm. She selected so many items that i was quickly fumbling. The hangers were digging into my hand and at one point i dropped an item. Seeing that i couldn't pick it up without probably dropping everything else, Goddess reached down to pick it up, gave it back to me with a look of disdain and told me to get it together. Already overwhelmed, little did i know that Goddess and Princess Sheridan would be directly communicating with each other. Goddess kept Her phone in my jacket pocket and every time i heard it go off, i asked for permission to speak before letting Her know that She had a message from Princess. i could only imagine what they were talking about, but with Princess directly involved i especially knew that this shopping trip wasn't going to be very easy on me.

i waited outside the dressing room at that first store for quite some time while Goddess tried on Her clothes. Eventually, we proceeded to check out as i methodically handed each item over to Goddess at the counter, followed by my credit card of course. i avoided eye contact with the cashier and took Goddess' bags for Her. i was quite relieved to have all of that stuff packaged up and bagged, reducing the chances that i'd drop anything. When we left that store i briefly forgot to walk behind Goddess and was given a stern look immediately. i got the message. Goddess, after some interaction with Princess then took the opportunity to whisper in my ear that i did a good job, but that if i were to fuck up She'd pull my pants down, chastity device and all, in front of the entire mall.

After shopping at a few other stores and purchasing items at at least 3 or 4 of them, apparently Princess Sheridan asked Goddess D if i had my phone with me. When She confirmed that i did, the following message appeared on my phone from Princess:

"You fucking piece of shit. Hand this phone over to Goddess D you fucktard. Don't forget again. Don't make Her take it idiot... hand it over before you go out from now on."

So, that message made me jump and of course i turned the phone over. Funny thing is that was probably only the second time i even looked at it. i received a text from a friend that i couldn't respond to early in the evening because my hands were full, and then once Princess messaged me the phone was in Goddess D's hands.

One of our last stops was Victoria's Secret. By then i was carrying several of Goddess' bags along with Her coat and purse, and it was starting to be a spectacle. Of course there were a few young and cute girls working there and i just looked down as Goddess took Her time browsing most of the store. After that purchase and with my arms and back starting to hurt a little bit, Princess Sheridan asked Goddess D to take a picture of me. i'm sure Princess was amused with the image, as she very quickly edited out my face so Goddess could post the pic on Twitter with the caption "Making a monkey out of My shopping bitch. #Paypig #Walletslave #Findom":



Of course, i was there to serve and to do whatever was asked of me by Goddess D or Princess Sheridan. Internally however, by this point i was exhausted and so very much hoping that Goddess D was satisfied with Her shopping and ready to go. Unfortunately for me, Goddess wanted to browse handbags at a department store, so we did that for another 20-30 minutes until the mall was about ready to close. As we approached the door to finally leave, i started to skip ahead. In my mind i needed to get out to the car so i could bring it back to the door to pick up Goddess, but i was too anxious in doing so and as a result briefly walked in front of Goddess D. A quick snap of Her fingers had me back in my place. When we reached the door i finally retrieved the car, loaded up the bags and opened the door for Goddess D.

When we returned home, Goddess D piled on the humiliation. i had yet to eat dinner so She took the opportunity to make sure i had a subbie dinner, eaten naked on the floor like a dog after She had spit in my food. i was also bent over Her lap and spanked a few times for some of the mistakes i made during the shopping trip. Goddess said i did well overall though and asked how i would grade myself. I suggested a "B" and Goddess agreed, though i'm thinking Princess may not have been so generous.

Serving Goddess D is always an honor and this trip definitely taught me a lot about how far i have to go to serve Her in all situations. After so many years of marriage and so many built-up alpha-male tendencies outside of the bedroom, this is a major adjustment. An adjustment that is well worth it however as serving Goddess D in all parts of life helps to legitimize my subservient status to Her in sexual situations as well. This transformation is a fulfilling one without a doubt, so i hope to form better habits going forward any time Goddess and i go out together.

In case anyone was curious, some of Goddess D's purchases are captured in this picture, everything She's wearing actually except for the bracelet:


i think She did quite well. :) Now if only i could get permission to come... Day 62 just started and i'm more and more tormented each day.








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