Miss Sara
It was 5.30 when I arrived at the shop. There were still several clients, and I could not see the shop girl of last time. I was kind of panicking. After all we have discussed today, I wanst sure if I could do it after all. Your words resounded in my ears, that I was ready to be taken, to be led by you, to be humiliated even. I felt panick every time when I thought of that. I am not like that, and yet, what I said about begging you to fuck me, that was all true. I had such a deep and uncontrollable lust. I felt every part of my body just longing for you. How can that be? I only know of your words, not of your face, nor your body, But I coukd picture you clearly in my mind, dark, medium height, small breast, that stand like small hills when making love to. And then I spotted the shop girl, and I was beaten by the fact that she was in fact my dream girl, the one I pictured as you, in my mind. It gave me courage, I was so happy to see her. After all we talked about, suppose she would not show up. It would be a complete failure. I would not be able to speak to you ever again. I would have disappointed you. It was nearly show time. You said 5.50, I stepped in 5.40. the shop was quiet now, two assistants again. I saw they were both busy. So I went in, not atrrracting attention, no eye contact. First normal white underwear, then I headed for the bra’s. I was searching through then when I sensed someone nearby. It was her, I closed my eyes, looked down avoided eye contact. And said softly, “I am lookin for a half cup bra, can you help me please?”
And she waited for a reply, say for like hours, and then said. “welcome back, follow with me”. In stead of to the bra’s she lead me directly to the cubicle, opened the curtain, let me in and closed it behind me. Still your voice in my mind I opened my purse and took out the bue panties, and handed them to her “Herrin, please accept my gift”. It was so hard to keep my eyes lowered, and I could not. I had to see her response, I needed to know what she would think. Her eyes were btight, dark, beautiful. And her smile was wide, but not easy. It was more determined. “undress” was all she said. Then I will get you the things you need. But she did not leave. I undid my blouse, my bra. She took it from me, holding it, not on the hools. Then waited for the skirt. It came off, and I took the position, hands in my neck, eyes lowered. She stood there, being silent.
“a bra, half cup?” Yes Herrin I said, nippples exposed, white
Then she turned and left. I could hear her speak to the other girl, I am busy with a client, you know, one of them. Can you stay at the counter for some time. Then she came back, only one bra. Non fitting, way too big. I looked at her helpless. Yes, thought so, small tits. And took them from me, then left again. Next was even bigger, and she smiled “they shrink, must be the cold”.
The next was good, my nipples were firm and clearly exposed. She helped me fitting it, her hands under my breasts, pushing them up, and accidently touching my nipples. Even let her nail trail from the top of my breast. All the while I held my breath. And thought of only one word, humiliation! And at the same time I felt my juices beating at the exit, slowly making my moist cunt lips even more, until I felt a clear drip on my thigh. I tried to ignore it. Concentrate at the task at hand!
Then with it all fitted she stepped backwards, and I looked up. She saw my heavily blushed face. Hr hand touched my cheek. “I was ordered to come here, I was ordered by my online mistress, miss Sara. If you want you can mail her”. She nodded, and I turned to get it out of my purse, and as soon as I bent to pick it up I felt her hand, on my ass. I stood frozen, not knowing what to do. But she did not move either, only when I bent further she found my ass crack, sliding a finger through it. From top, till bottom, and underneath to me wetness. She bend over me, “aber du bist ganz nass” (but you are completely wet), and then stepped back again. The humiliation was so great, was it? Or was it desire? Was this the lust I felt before, when talking to you. I could only pick up the piece of paper, stand up and hand it to her. She took it. And looked at it. “where is she from” I answered Greece, though you never confirmed it to me. She nodded. “I will think about it”. And then put it away. Now our eyes met, and I said you ordered me white slip skirt, I made a mistake last time. “So you find it hard to obey I guess”. Those words struck me, unfair, but saying no would be like a slap in her face. But just at that moment her hand went out, and struck me!!! I was totally taken aback, flushed, deeply ashamed. “she just said, I get it” and left. When I looked in the mirror I could see her hand on my check. Clear as it was still there. Suddenly I remembered your words, that she might do that. And I was so confused, how did you know that?
It took her some time to return, and when she did she helped me in the slip dress. My hands in the air, she stopped again with dress covering my face. “we forgot the bra” took it off, sure to touch my breasts. My heart was racing, I was breathing hard, then her hand was over my mouth, pushing the silky gown into my face, and her voice was close by “would your mistress let me play with you more than this?” I could not answer, just nod. And then she released me. “gut, sieht schön aus” (looking good). “Einpacken?” and all too soon I was there naked again, and it seemed she had forgotten to return my clothes. I looked around, careful and ashamed. They were on a chair, two meters away. And as soon as I stepped outside she was visible again, grabbed them and said, looking for this?
Again I nodded. With a wide grin she handed me it, and then turned.
Upon leaving the store we were alone at the counter. “I work till 8 tonight, will you be waiting for me?”
I said you would not permit that, she nodded. “Then we will see. I contact your mistress, obey her and we will see each other soon again. My name is Christine, tell her that”.
I left a tip, and went. I had to walk a bit around town before calming down.
Now writing these words I wonder what you would demand me to write as well, emotions, feelings.
I am tired, I cannot go online now. Hubby is in the next room. I tied his balls to heavy water bottle. He is in pain. Now he may jump for me, and then I will use a flogger on his balls and dick