You've been excited all morning, ever since you got that text from me, telling you I wanted you to meet me at the mall in a few hours, to help me pick out some new outfits.
Anticipating meeting me again, you slip into your jeans, feeling that familiar twinge of annoyance at just how uncomfortable they feel.
When I reach the mall, I see you standing there, waiting in the foyer. You've arrived early, Good Boy.
Before we go to buy clothes, I tell you, I also need to buy some makeup. You agree enthusiastically because you know that the more things I have on my itinerary, the more time we'll get to spend together.
First, the makeup store. I've been meaning to get some new shades of lipstick, some brighter colours to add to my collection. I'm glad you're here, you can help me - - you like helping me, don't you?
Give me your hand.
I smear a bright line of crimson lipstick across your forearm, and after the initial surprise, your facial expression turns into one of fascination, watching me as I compare different shades, looking at how the lipstick almost seems to glitter on your skin. You're enjoying this a little too much, aren't you? I playfully tease you, laughing at your weak attempt at an indignant retort.
And yet, I can tell you're having a really great time. Not just because you're getting to spend time with me, but it's almost as if a part of you wants to try on some of these colours yourself. But I keep that thought to myself, for now.
Finally, I've shortlisted my options down to two shades, and I ask you which one? Caught off guard, you mumble out a tentative response, saying I'd look good in either. No, silly boy, I laugh. I meant for you. Which one would look good on you?
You instinctively look around, checking to see if anyone overheard me. Don't worry, I reassure you, we're all alone here. You can tell me, no one's going to know.
You look at the shades in silence, and I can tell you're imagining how you'd look in the mirror, trying them on, alternating between them.
Which one of them matches your panties? I whisper, my lips inches from your ear. The question brings another blush to your cheeks, but you know it's just the two of us here, so after a moment's hesitation, you point to the darker shade, your finger trembling slightly.
Good choice, I approve.
Did you wear them today, under your jeans? I ask. You shake your head, almost regretfully. I understand. You've always wanted to keep this part of you private, behind closed doors, and the thought of being out in public wearing panties under your trousers frightens you. Perhaps you feel it would turn this compartmentalized sexual fantasy into reality and you haven't been ready for it, until now.
With me, you know you can always be yourself. And I'll take care of you. I'll make sure you can start exploring this side of yourself, safely, under my care. Don't worry. It's just the two of us.
Well, I'm done picking lipstick, now the only thing left is a new summer dress I've been wanting to get. Maybe we'll get one for you too if you're good.
You follow me into the apparel section, carrying the makeup we bought, including the one for you. I've had my eye on a particular dress since the last time I came here, so I know exactly where to go.
As I'm looking through the rack, looking for the size that's right for me, you stand next to me, waiting obediently, your eyes wandering, marvelling at the sheer variety of colours, textures and designs. Imagine yourself in some of them - -maybe that one would look nice...or that one...but would Mistress approve?
I notice you glancing around, and ask with a smile "Would you like one too?" Of course, you're hesitant, but I make your decision for you. I pick a dress off the rack, a light summer dress with delicate flowers printed all over it, and we go to the changing room. I enter one of the stalls, taking the dress with me, and after one last frightened glance to check if anyone's watching, you slip in after me.
Take your clothes off, I say. You obediently comply, stripping down to your underwear. I hold the dress up in front of you, shoulder height, so you can look at yourself in the mirror, superimposing how you'd look wearing it.
This one suits you well, I say. See, Goddess always knows what's good for you. You nod slowly, a shy, grateful smile lighting up your face, the nervousness and anxiety melting away. You know you're safe with me. And you love how pretty you look in this dress, don't you?
Of course, you do. Go ahead, don't be shy, try it on. Good girl.
