Its fourteen minutes till midnight. How does it feel slave? How does it feel to be my own personal boytoy? I change my mind, don't speak. Your words do not matter. I know you absolutely love it. The body speaks more truth than the tongue. I know you love having a master who understands you inside and out, otherwise why else would you be here treating my cock like royalty? Because you know your place is right here by my side serving me whenever I need you.
We have had this relationship for about a month now. December is rolling in and it's quite cold, but it doesn't matter to me. Winter is my favorite season. You have taken a liking to me, as I've to you and you wanted to spend some time with me, going shopping. You said you wanted to get somethings that I would like, that you wanted to wear whatever I wanted you to wear. I get it. It's like playing dress up, only this is the sexy edition. We arrive at the store you pointed out. I look around and it seems like a pretty nice place with cloths of decent quality. You take my hand and walk right over to the woman's area. The sight of two guys holding hands going straight to the woman's section from the get go attracts some attention from more people than I expected. But that was the least of our concerns. I just know that we're going to have a great time tonight.
You look up at me and ask me what my favorite color is. I have two but that's beside the point. I reply, "I love purple, in any shade." You smile and your eyes light up. You take my hand and walk straight over to this skirt you was me looking at a minute ago. "You want me to wear this for you don't you dear?" I didn't know he knew that's exactly what I wanted but I digress. I glance at the skirt again, a deep violet. "I think it would look great on you." You smile and pick it up and move along to the socks. I didn't even have to say anything. You knew the skirt I chose was juuuuust short enough to hide your cute butt. If you bent over ever so slightly, that would be enough for anyone to sneak a peek at your ass.
You stand there looking at the socks. I stand next to you and scan through the socks to see if anything interests me. A few seconds later I look over to the left and see this black pair of see through thigh highs. I walk over, grab them, and give them to you, then walk over to the panties. The variety is rather large but I already have in mind an idea of what I want to see you in. I examine the selection then grab two pairs, a purple see through thong and a red crotchless thong with black trim. I give them to you, grab a couple of other things, walk to the counter, purchase them, and wait as you purchase yours. You finish up your purchase and do a little skip over to me, quite joyous.
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