Walking into the mall with DaShawn felt totally different than when she had gone out with Brandon in the past. Lindsey had always gotten a good deal of attention no matter who she was with, but with Brandon she always got the feeling that people saw her and her husband as two attractive, successful, well-adjusted people. The look on people's faces seemed to reflect that when they looked at the married couple.
However now, things felt totally different. DaShawn's massive arm was around Lindsey's shoulders and his hand rested on one of her large breasts. People were clearly doing their best to pretend they didn't notice, but she could see the clearly negative emotions in the bystanders' eyes: judgment, lust, jealousy, and more.
Lindsey's face was bright red, but the euphoria from her first true plunge into life as a true submissive kept her from protesting. Anytime a doubting thought appeared in her head:
What am I doing? Lindsey are you crazy? This has gone way too far!!!
The euphoric memory of what had just happened in the car would replay in her head and she would cozy up closer to DaShawn.
"Here we go." DaShawn gestured with his head towards a popular lingerie and womenswear store, and then brought his hand from around Lindsey's shoulder and gave her a firm smack on her ass. "Let's get you somethin' better to wear, bitch." DaShawn said loudly, not caring if anyone around might hear his degrading language.
"Yes daddy..." Lindsey replied softly, starting towards the store.
DaShawn grabbed her arm and stopped her. "What'd you say slut? Couldn't hear you?"
A few people had turned their heads to look at the odd pair. Lindsey's face was bright red in shame.
"Yes Daddy." She said, louder this time.
"That's better."
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DaShawn browsed for a bit, softly massaging Lindsey's sensitive breast as he prowled through the aisled. Eventually, he found an outfit that he wanted Lindsey to try, a two piece pajama set comprised of a pair of soft pink cotton shorts and sleeveless tank top.
DaShawn grabbed a chair and sat it across from one of the dressing rooms. "Try it on."
"Yes Daddy." Lindsey replied and went into the changing room. She slipped out of her outfit and put on the one that DaShawn had selected. It was definitely revealing. Her midriff was exposed and a good deal of cleavage was on display. She sorts only barely covered her ass. If she bent over, even slightly, her ass would definitely be on display. She knew that only a couple days ago, she would never wear something like this.
I look hot though. Daddy's gonna love it.
She stepped out of the changing room and waited for DaShawn's reaction. He was texting someone. After a few seconds he glanced up for a second and then returned to texting. "That shit's way too big. Get a smaller one and put it on."
That was the last thing Lindsey had expected to hear.
Did I hear him right? Too big?
She looked down at herself.
This could be a swimsuit!
"Bitch are you deaf?" DaShawn was still looking at his phone. "Don't make me repeat myself."
Lindsey snapped out of it. "S-sorry Daddy!" She hurried back to where they found the outfit and got one that was a few sizes smaller and nearly ran back to the changing room. She could feel the eyes of the other shoppers as her oversized assets bounced around in the already skimpy outfit.
What will they think of the next one..?
She closed the door behind her and squeezed herself into the new outfit. She looked at herself in the mirror.
I look like a prostitute.
