The dressing room fool

[mi****]

Part I – The Fitting Room Fool”

He followed Me through the mall like a puppy in heels too big for him.

Not a word. Just that flustered little look—nervous, needy, obsessed.

I told him to carry My bags.
He nodded. “Yes, Madame.”
I didn’t thank him. Why would I?

When we walked past the lingerie store, I stopped.
Held up a pink lace set and said,

“You want to be useful? Try this on.”
He blinked. “In the store?”
“Of course in the store. Do you need Me to spell it out?”

I sent him into the fitting room with the panties and a small note:
“Kiss the mirror when you’re dressed. Hold the pose until I enter.”

When I stepped in, he was trembling—blushed cheeks, lipstick slightly smeared, hands shaking behind his back.
Pathetic. Perfect.

I took one look and said:

“I don’t want to hear another word from you until you’ve spent at least two weeks begging for permission to serve properly.”

He nodded, eyes wide.
I let the curtain stay open just long enough for one woman passing by to notice. She smiled.

I whispered,

“You’ve never been more alive than in My shadow.”

[bo****]

Ive always wanted to submit to a Don woman. I've once was a live in sub fem bottom for 2 masters. It was intense type thing too. I was their sex slave. And I was treated as such. Very strict rules I had to follow. If I wasn't being used for sexual pleasure. My hands were almost always bound behind my back. Either with rope or cuffs. I was often blindfolded. They had different devices they bound me too in uncomfortable uncountable positions. They sometimes put me in a box barely big enough for me to fit in for a few hours at a time. I had ro shave my entire body every day, do my makeup. They would sometimes share me with other guys randomly. I had to eat and drink from a bowl with just my mouth. Everytime I got fucked I had to crawl to the bathtub and they would *** on me and I had to drink it. This lasted about 1yr and a half.