I’ve been on the slave side today! AllSmiles went into a shopping mode in London and I tagged along and I couldn’t help myself thinking at times about who was actually on a leash for the whole day.
Going in and out of shoe stores, clothing stores etc. can be a very tormenting experience to a male slave and when you get the question “What do you think I look like in this?” then you know you are being put to the test.
My advice is; be quiet, ask to be put on a speech restriction exercise or just shout your established safeword. Your submissive will go all mistress on you anyway and not listen to you.
The conclusion to the things described above is that I am a Master in a BDSM context, but a slave when my submissive starts a shopping spree.
AllSmiles deserves some well earned credit for her accomplishments yesterday as we pushed a boundary of hers; she wore a collar in public all day long and this Master is very proud for her effort.
More precious than pearls is a Master (or Mistress) who supports and indulges the demands of Shopping. But I had never appreciated what exquisite torture it could be; shopping “Mistress”: “yes, you MUST give me an opinion and an honest one… ok, exactly what is ‘not right?’ the waist? the butt? the color?” shopping sub, carrying more packages than can be balanced, and no opinions whatsoever: ::whimper::
I wonder – with some subs it might also be a good training exercise “so you like this shade of fuschia, pet? how very fortunate…”
“a collar in public all day long” mmmmm ::discreet applause etc:: That’s lovely, and I hope ultimately delicious.