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chiaThePet -> RE: Do many submissive men go shopping for clothes w/their Mistresses? (8/10/2007 11:07:19 PM)
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The former wife used to bribe me to go clothes shopping with Her with promises
of food and drink if i was a good little helper. She knew i would give Her an
honest opinion of how She looked in the outfits She chose. i had a fairly keen
eye for adorments which complimented Her body shape, skin color, and hair.
Most of Her best outfits actually were presents from me for certain occasions,
holidays, or simple surprises, i enjoyed seeing Her look Her most beautiful.
The act of shopping itself however, just shoot me, put me out of my misery,
push me off a cliff, make we walk on hot coals, (what ever happened to the
people who used to do that) tie me naked to a tree and sell hot flaming
melted marshmallows to passing truckers to fling at me while hysterical
Women scream "Smore", "Smore", long story short, i completely lose it.
i loathe "shopping". i must know where, when, the quickest route to the isle
that contains the item which i must purchase, and they must have a ten items
or less express line, or i start trembling, shifting my feet, eyes searching for
another cashier, any cashier, just some cashier to CHECK ME OUT!
i'm sure i turned into a pathetic, pouting, whiney little boy each time the Wife
somehow managed to drag me out of the house, force me into the car, keeping
the windows rolled up so i wouldn't take a suicidal leap for freedom. Think taking
the dog to the vet, and he knows, he just knows. Please, please, anything but
shopping, i beg of you. i kid you not, i will hide for hours if i know someone
is looking for a shopping companion. "Olly, Olly Ox in free, chia*, chia*, damn
it chia*, I just need one pair of shoes. "Shoes", just shoot me! On, off, on, off,
i'm slithering out of the chair while the clerk sweats and gives me that, "At least
I'm getting paid to suffer here dude."
But i will do it if it makes you happy, cause i love when those i love are happy.
Yes, i'll even buy those wing things for you, a great sacrifice, but can be done.
Just don't be surprised if you look over and i'm making faces in the mirror, or
hiding in the clothes rack, or sticking security tags on peoples butts before
they head for the electronic exit. Cause i simply turn into a lost little boy who
has to do something to make myself forget that i'm actually being held hostage
at the SuperMart of Misery. Now grocery shopping, that i can handle fairly
well, though again, people probably think i won a shopping spree and have
ten minutes to cover the entire store. And when i get to the front, there damn
well better be enough cashiers to get me out before my nutty buddys start
melting, if not, i start melting, and that's just not pretty.
Bi the way, not gay, more het than anything, but my Momma told me,
"You better shop around!"
chia* (the pet)
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