He likes the red dress with the black heels. The one with the least material and the one I hated the most. We make our purchases and leave hastily. He's on a mission with no time to waste.
As we drive on to the next store, he decides its time to play dress up. He tells me to put the red dress on. I scrunch my face up in disgust but I know it doesn't matter, it must be done. I'm so glad its dark and our windows are tinted because I strip down and follow through with his request. He sees how uncomfortable I am and allows me to wear my jeans.
We are greeted by a very nice salesgirl as we enter the fourth store. When she leaves us on our own, I know. I'm sure she's thinking "what a slut." The dress is backless and the front is so low cut I have to continually pull the material together to keep the girls in. I'm so nervous and uncomfortable I begin to chew on my nails as I walk behind him. My jovial mood of earlier takes a nose dive as he tells me of his plan. He wants to dress me up in the skimpiest, sluttiest outfit he can find and take me to somewhere for drinks. Not just anywhere but a strip club. The panic sets in.
Now, I have been to a strip club before and had a great time but this..... dressed like this, is way out of my comfort zone. My limits are being tested. I begin to argue with myself. I know I'm supposed to give up control but I don't think I can go through with this. While we browse through the racks, I become quiet and withdrawn. He takes my hand and powers on. Mission still incomplete.
About the time we reach the 10th store I have reached my breaking point. My fingernails have been chewed off and I'm breaking out in a nervous sweat. I think I might throw up.
We find one more complete outfit. This one I like. I'm covered and confident and my mood improves when we leave the store. I know its closing time. Its over.
But Master is not pleased. My attitude from earlier has ruined our shopping adventure. Some harsh word were said and I begin to cry. The look on his face said it all. He knew he had pushed to far. He held me as we talked it out.
When it was all said and done, we both had some hard learned lessons about our roles. He learned to consider my feelings more and I learned that giving up that control is not as easy as I thought. We knew this wouldnt be easy. This is new to both of us but we are committed to our new dynamic and to each other. We will find our way on this path and we will do it together.
In the end his plan was derailed. We decided instead that we needed to relax in a familiar environment. We visited our favorite local bar that is like a second home. I wore a new dress that we both liked and danced the night away with friends. I even made a new friend.
Her name was Jennifer and she was beautiful. We hit it off immediately. She complimented me on my dress and she was a great kisser. I'll leave it at that. ;-)
|The dress that I was told to wear that night... with no panties|