Public play at the pharmacy☺️☺️

May 16

Public Play at the Pharmacy”

He thought it was just a normal errand run.

I told him to meet Me at the pharmacy.
Eyes low. Hands behind his back. One step behind Me at all times.

I picked up a pack of wipes, some perfume, and bright pink nail polish.
I didn’t say a word—just dropped them in his basket.

Then I handed him a pair of lace panties and whispered,

“You’ll wear these under your jeans, right now, in that bathroom.”

He paused.
I stared.
He moved.

When he returned, flustered and red-faced, I checked.

Public enough to humiliate him.
Private enough to keep him desperate.

At checkout, I told him to place the polish and panties on the counter—alone.
I stepped aside and watched him squirm while the cashier smiled.

Afterward, I said nothing.
Just handed him My bag and walked ahead.

He followed, quiet and obedient—the way a good boy should.