We’re going to pick out a pink string bikini for you and then hit the tanning salon. I’m buying you a 30 minute package and you are going to spend the first batch of minutes tanning in your string bikini! This will ensure that you have a nice, sissy tan line that will be visible when we take you to the beach today. We’re going to be dying to have you pull your t-shirt off and reveal what tan lines the string bikini left. You’ll have little manboobs showing and your chest will look hilarious!
Good morning my corporate slut.
Oh, how I love to spend the day at the mall. Especially when I “kidnap” you and remove you from your office, making you nervously explain to your peers that you have an important client lunch or meeting that you need to attend. Little do they know that my little pantied-corporate-bitch is running off to the mall to play with the girls, and will be enduring humiliation at every turn.
Most women like to go to the mall when they are in the mood to spend money or buy clothes. I get in the mood to go to the mall when I feel like seeing you embarrassed or humiliated, or I want to try a new little game to test your devotion. Or, when I want to get together with my “gal pals” and see who can come up with new and interesting ways to test your limits.
My girlfriend Taylor is in town this week, and she called me up and wanted to go shopping at once. She enjoys seeing you carry our bags, enjoy seeing you struggle and squirm when we go into the lingerie store and really finds it amusing when you blush as I verbally humiliate you within earshot of the pretty sales girls.
I think it’s most entertaining for Taylor when I mock your penis size, with you standing there, while pretty women are putting away bras and panties just a few steps away. You know they are listening, and glancing over, and seeing you stand there wishing you could disappear. I tell Taylor, “He’s so small, sometimes I don’t even know when he’s inside me.” Then I start referring to you as “tiny” in front of her.
“Come here, tiny. Hold these panties for me. At least you’re good for something.” I can feel you turning red, wanting to just crawl away. But the fun is just beginning. I can hold up a tiny, small-sized pink thong, “Taylor, look at this. This is all the coverage tiny needs!”
We’d both giggle and I may even call the sales lady over and ask her if they have any “extra small thongs,” while glancing at you. Does that kind of humiliation make you want to endure more for me? Does it turn you on while making you feel so small and helpless? I know you look longingly at Taylor’s fine ass and wonder if she would ever do as she says – you know she jokes about joining in and blowing your mind. Whenever she is in town I always wonder if this would be the time….
Taylor said she wanted to do something new and special today when we go shopping. I had a great idea, since she wants to hit the beach in the afternoon. I’m going to pick you up around 10am this morning and then we’re heading straight to the mall to get new sandals, sundresses and bikinis.
We’re going to pick out a pink string bikini for you and then hit the tanning salon. I’m buying you a 30 minute package and you are going to spend the first batch of minutes tanning in your string bikini! This will ensure that you have a nice, sissy tan line that will be visible when we take you to the beach today. We’re going to be dying to have you pull your t-shirt off and reveal what tan lines the string bikini left. You’ll have little manboobs showing and your chest will look hilarious!
Taylor tells me she knows just how long to leave you ‘cooking’ to leave just a barely visible tan line for our trip today. Now, if you are misbehaving, we will double the time, to ensure that everyone on the beach, all the hot college girls in their tight bodies, will stop and do a double take as they stroll past our umbrella in the sand. You don’t want them stopping and pointing and whispering, do you?
What’s worse, you don’t want us to show the ladies in the lingerie store just what “tiny” looks like under his corporate golf shirt, do you? I know I’d be laughing hysterically, and Taylor would love every moment of it.
At the beach, though, you will earn some guilty pleasures. For example, you will be able to liberally rub suntan lotion all over my body, and perhaps Taylor’s as well. Of course you will have to listen to her mocking tone as she instructs “tiny” how to get the job done right. As for you, you will be given a little bit of Ben Gay and sent to the restrooms to apply it all over your balls and lubricate your pink plug with it, and only after you insert it into your ass will you be allowed to return.
Taylor told me she also plans to visit the ladies room on her own, filling up her tea bottle with her piss and then returning to play a little game with you which will ultimately end with you guzzling every drop of her urine. That’s her idea, and her style, as you know, but I have to admit I get a little turned on when I imagine the pained look on your face when you ultimately “lose” whatever contest she sets up. You know she will make sure it’s something you fail.
And you’ll be sitting there on the beach, with your slightly humiliating tan, feeling like every lovely lady on the beach is staring at you.
I don’t doubt that they will be, either.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
