The London Underground is fairly quiet considering it's a Saturday afternoon. There are only 4 more stops until Oxford Circus. My mouth is incredibly dry, and I can feel my heart pounding through my whole body. Beads of swear coat my forehead as I glance nervously around the train, grateful that no-one is looking at me. I'm nervous because I'm about to meet my goddess in person for the first time. We met around 7 months ago, over social media. I remember it so clearly: I had followed her account and she had sent me one simple message a few minutes later. That message read "I see you." Since that day, I've adopted her phone bill, Netflix bill and internet bill as well as regularly tributing her. I've been saving up ever since then for this afternoons session. In truth, I am infatuated by her.
The train pulls in to the station and as I stand on the escalator, I can feel my legs trembling slightly. I grip the handrail as I pull out my phone, double checking the text from earlier. The afternoon has been planned out by my goddess and includes some shopping as well as a fun game that she's planned. I exit the station and head down to the Mango store. I can see goddess leaning against a wall scrolling through her phone and I'm immediately drawn to her beauty.
She is standing at 5'4" although her black combat boots definitely add an extra 3" or so to her height. Her hair is a bright orange and she has let it flow over her shoulders today. She's wearing black jeans that hug her legs, a t shirt of a band who I don't recognise, and a black leather jacket. I can see her curves and my dick starts to grow. I have to push past a few people in order to get close to her. I finally approach and introduce myself.
"Uh-umm hello goddess..." I stammer nervously.
She looks up from her phone, tucking it into her handbag. She gives me a warm smile before speaking.
"Hello Noah, follow me." She says curtly.
She turns around and I follow her. We walk for around thirty seconds before rounding a corner into a deserted alley. Goddess turns to face me.
"Ok, now we can speak in private. How are you slave?" She asks me.
"I'm very nervous but also very excited goddess... how was your journey down?" I ask.
"It was good slave, thank you for upgrading me to first class, that was a pleasant surprise!" She says.
I smile to myself. I of course booked her tickets from Manchester to London, and with the hopes that she would be more lenient towards me, I upgraded her to first class.
"Now, let's talk about this afternoon. You are here to treat me to an afternoon of shopping as agreed, yes slave?" She asks.
"Yes goddess." I reply.
"Okay, and you mentioned that you have a budget for this afternoon is that correct?" She asks.
"Yes goddess." I reply.
"And what is that budget, just to confirm?" She asks.
"T-two thousand pounds goddess." I stutter.
My voice shakes as I say it out loud. It's the most that I will have ever spent in one day. We decided on this amount a couple of weeks ago, when I told goddess how I'd been saving up for months and how I had this desire to give her a shopping spree in London. Goddess smiles a wicked grin.
"And how much did you bring for the extra game that you wanted us to play?" She asks.
"An extra five hundred goddess." I say.
We'd agreed on playing a game throughout the course of the day. We hadn't decided on the rules and goddess had told me that she would think of something fun for both of us. She knows my fetishes so I'm sure that she'll think of a cruel game.
"Good boy, you're gonna need it. Here's the game that I've thought of. You don't have to play, but it would please me greatly if you did." She says, caressing my shoulder. "So, for the duration of our shopping, I don't want to hear you speak. You are here as a human ATM. I find whatever I want to buy, you hand your card over and pay, understood?" She says.
"Yes goddess!" I say excitedly, my dick now fully hard.
"Good. You will forfeit £50 each time you say a word. A simple 'thank you' will cost you £100. That should be enough of a tax to make you understand your role as my ATM. What do you think of the game, will you play?" She asks.
I pause for a moment. If I touch my dick I think I'd spurt right now. I'm so turned on and excited. This game that she's thought of is perfection. We'll go around shopping, she'll buy whatever she wants and I'll be forced to pay. And to make things even hotter, anytime I speak I'll have to pay £50 per word. In this moment I know that goddess is one of the best people that's ever come into my life.
"Yes goddess, yes I will play!" I practically shout.
"Good boy, and you understand that if you say more than 10 words, you'll still have to pay right?" She asks.
"Yes goddess." I say.
"Very well. Take a few deep breaths before we begin our afternoon of fun." She says.
I pause and do as she says, taking a few moments to calm myself down with a few deep breaths. I give her a nod to let her know that I'm ready.
"Our afternoon begins now slave. Anything that you say will be charged at £50 per word. Nod if you understand." She commands.
I nod my head up and down quickly, letting her know I understand.
"Very well. Follow me, my little credit card!" She laughs as she turns and heads back out of the alley.
I follow closely just behind her to her right. She has made it clear that I am to be as invisible as possible. She walks back to Mango and enters the store. She begins browsing the shelves and soon finds a grey checked skirt. She finds her size and reaches behind her to where I'm standing. Without saying anything, I grab the hanger and hold the skirt. Goddess continues looking for skirts and I start getting hard, the material of the skirt in my hand turning me on. She picks up a black leather pencil skirt and a miniskirt which she dumps into my arms without even looking at me. She then moves to the dresses, where she immediately finds a couple of jumpsuits which catch her eye. She chucks them onto my arms which are starting to get filled up. We then move to their activewear section and goddess very quickly starts adding sports bra's and leggings to the pile that I'm now struggling to hold. We're getting a few funny looks from the young women that are in the store. Finally, goddess moves over to the lingerie section. She taunts me by holding articles of lingerie against her body. See-through underwear and lacy bra's are all added to the pile and I'm struggling to hold them when goddess finally takes us to the till. I dump them on the counter and smile at the cashier.
"You could have taken a basket." She laughs at me.
I just give her a smile as she begins scanning the barcodes of each of the items. The total starts building and I gulp as the cashier scans the final pair of lacy white panties.
"That'll be £575.87 please... you're a luck lady!" The cashier says to goddess.
I quickly pull my card out of my wallet and slot it into the card machine. My erection is at full mast and I'm grateful that the counter is high enough that the cashier can't see my tent. I enter my pin, my hands trembling as I do so. Moments later the machine gives a small ding before it starts printing my receipt. The cashier hands me the receipt while she bags the last few items of clothing. She hands me four bagfuls of clothes all for goddess.
"Have a nice day!" She smiles warmly at me.
"Thanks, you too!" I reply without even thinking.
I turn around and realise my mistake just seconds after I've made it. Goddess is grinning ear to ear at my mistake and once we're out of sight of the cashier, she types each word into her phone with '£50' written next to each word before showing me the screen. I gulp at my mistake as we emerge back onto Oxford street. Goddess starts to walk towards the Apple store and I remember her mentioning that she needed a new phone as her iPhone is very old now. We enter the Apple store and begin browsing the iPhones on show. My eyes bulge at their price tags. A member of staff quickly approaches us and I notice his name tag which labels him as Marcus.
"Looking at the iPhone 12 are we?" He asks.
I look to goddess but she looks back at me before speaking.
