He ordered her to wear a lace thong, with the sole intention of ripping it off of her. She dutifully asked if he had a color preference knowing such details should be confirmed.
"Red. It's a whores color" was all he simply replied.
She waits for him in the department store, growing anxious with each passing customer. The place is bustling as she takes inventory of the tasks he's given her, aside from wearing a buttoned dress shirt and simple black skirt. Short.
Wearing Red Lace Thong. Check.
Plug Inserted. Check.
Black lace Blindfold. Check.
Necktie. Check.
Vibrator. Check.
Wear Red Lipstick. Check.
He is calculating, precise in his requests. Always making sure he's understood. When she's a 'good girl' he makes sure to tell her so. She knows upon hearing it, he is pleased with her. She's his plaything, under his spell.
He came up behind her with such stealth, she didn't notice he was there as she scanned the room. When he speaks, she freezes, hanging on his every word. Not turning around, just waiting. In his calm assertive voice, he instructs her make her way to the Men's Changing Rooms. He examines her as she walks. The sway of her ass and hips already stirs his cock.
She reaches her destination and waits at the entrance to the hall to the changing rooms.
"Good girl for waiting." He praises as he brushes past her down the hall to the last room. She follows.
They walk in and she closes the door behind them. He asks about her checklist, one by one stating the item then a pause for "Yes Sir" after each one. She has been thorough and has done everything he's requested. Her eagerness to follow his commands and how well he's trained her makes his cock swollen. He wants to fuck her right now but it's counterproductive to their little game.
"First, the blindfold." He says.
She complies. Her eyes visible through the lace making sure they follow his. He reaches up under her skirt past her slutty red thong to dip his fingers inside her.
