Celeres
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I recall shopping with a Domme once. (Happened many times, but this one in particular). We were shopping in Los Angeles, but on a weekday where there were less people. I was to keep pace a step, step-and-a-half at most behind. She would turn a quick corner and when I turned to follow, she would stop abruptly and bend over to pick up something from the bottom shelf, leading me to slightly bump into her. She would look at my pants, and then up to my face, smiled and grinned before moving on. In a certain Goth store, we were looking at posters in the back corner of the store, opposite of the retail desk. She pulled me close behind her, pulling me head in to rest on her shoulder while she ran a hand over my pants while flipping through the variety of Gothic posters. At one point, she had her hand in my pants, softly stroking it while innocently gazing at the shelves. After returning to the car (as I am often the driver), she continued to provoke me with her questions, gentle glances, and soft brushes with her hand. I drive a slightly lowered sports-car and I could only imagine what might have happened if someone saw us! Needless to say, the day went by relatively uneventful, minus the 6 hours of near-constant teasing. Even in the resturant, she ordered and then had me sit next to her while she rubbed mt thighs between bites. Then again, mind you, Los Angeles is a big place, and people generally keep to themselves. I doubt it'll work in smaller communities.
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