This is just the start of your “shopping day,” though, and just the start of your humiliation. Once you get your panties and bra, you have to go immediately change into them and throw your boxer underwear in the trash. From there you are to immediately go to the perfume counter and put on a healthy dose of something sexy and feminine – and yes, I better be able to smell it when I see you tonight.
Good morning my corporate slut,
As much as I enjoy planning corporate parties and large sales events, I get so much more enjoyment out of planning cruel and diabolical scenarios for you.
I suppose I shouldn’t say “for you” – really, they are for me. So many submissive men get their fantasies catered for them, and get to have all their dreams come true. You, though, get to wonder each day if I am going to do something nasty and degrading to you because it turns me on. You know that this is not about your fantasies, but about mine.
So when I “plan” my little tasks for you, or projects, I get a sense of excitement. My panties were wet today as I spoke to a lovely lady named “Caroline” at the Victoria’s Secret downtown. I started off by chatting with her casually about their new lines, then asked if many men were in the store lately.
She laughed. It was a slow morning, I could tell, and she was happy to chat about it, how the guys come in there all embarrassed, buying panties for their wives or girlfriends –or, whatever, she said. I laughed with her and told her about my own little “whatever” slut (you) and how I got great pleasure sending him to shops to buy lingerie that he’d have to wear for me later.
Caroline really got a kick out of this, to say the least. She asked me about your age and build and whether or not I was joking. I assured her that I was not, and then told her I would be sending you in today to get a new pair of panties, a matching bra and a cute little nightie to go over it. She thought it was hilarious.
She also told me that several of her co-workers would really get a laugh out of it – and she actually asked me for permission to get them in on it. I told her of course – if she only knew!!
She’s going to be expecting you to arrive by 11:30am and you are going to take your cell phone to take pictures. Well, she will be taking the pictures – and you will send them to me. I’m going to be judging your little “fashion show” and she has agreed to find you a private area in the back to try on the frilly, sexy, feminine things to make sure they fit. You will have your bust measured and your panties sized just perfectly.
This is just the start of your “shopping day,” though, and just the start of your humiliation. Once you get your panties and bra, you have to go immediately change into them and throw your boxer underwear in the trash. From there you are to immediately go to the perfume counter and put on a healthy dose of something sexy and feminine – and yes, I better be able to smell it when I see you tonight.
From there you have to go to the drug store and buy a large package of maxi pads, a box of pantyliners, KY jelly, and feminine douche. You are allowed to buy nothing else. You must go to a pretty, young, petite female checker. You are to confess to her that you are on a ‘sissy scavenger hunt’ and will not get “credit” unless you snap a cell phone picture of her and at least 2 other girls with you holding up the maxi pads as they laugh at you. If you do not deliver this picture, you will be put into chastity for 6 weeks.
You then have to go to a stationery or office supply store and buy red ink. You can buy it via fountain pen, as long as it’s a liquid pen, or a red stamp pad.
Next, you have to go into the men’s room and pull down your trousers and panties. You will be forced to put a large maxi pad in your panties and pour the red ink all over it, or smash the ink pad over it, and also on the inside of your trousers so it leaks through. Put a pantyliner over the ink-stained maxi pad so you do not let your “precious pussy parts” come in contact with the ink- imagine having to wash out your CUNT! Oh, I guess that’s what the douche is for, in case you fuck it all up!
Now it’s time to walk through the mall wearing a big bulky maxi pad with a red stain on your crotch, hoping no one sees. I sure hope the lovely ladies from your office are not taking a nice stroll through the mall on their lunch break!!
Make sure you go through Nordstrom at least three times, in a large circle. They are having a huge sale that ends today, and the store will be packed. And yes, I emailed all your female work associates to remind them of it, and the prettiest shopping addicts will be sure to take a long lunch and browse the sales racks. I am almost CERTAIN you will run into someone you know!!
When you get back from your little shopping adventure, I am going to be waiting in your office, wearing my strap on. A large container of lube will be on your desk. You are to close your door, strip down and present your ass to me for inspection, followed by an ass fucking at my leisure. While I am waiting at your office, filing my nails, I’ll be imagining your suffering and humiliation as you complete these tasks, knowing that when you get there, you are going to be undeniably hard.
It will give me a great chance to verbally humiliate you, reminding you of what a whore you are. Did your cock get hard in your tight panties when you shopped in the lingerie store? Did you feel embarrassed when the girls laughed at you, yet you were so hard your panties were full of precum? Did you feel foolish and small as you walked through Nordstrom with girls, some college-aged, looking and pointing at you, whispering? Did the questioning looks from the gorgeous sales staff make you feel like a pathetic little sissy?
Sounds like a normal day in the office to me.
See you soon.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
