He had lost track of how many stores they had visited at the mall. Domina Shelle had asked if him if he would like to spend his Saturday going shopping with Her. How on Earth was he supposed to resist the chance to spend time with Her? Just being around Her was intoxicating to him. The feelings that flooded through him when he did something to make Her laugh or smile were almost overwhelming. She had spent months molding him to Her liking and the love of the experience at some point began to win out over the fear of losing control of his actions and free will.
She had just finished picking out a pair of black high heels which he enjoyed watching Her walk in as She examined how they looked on Her feet in the mirrors posted around the shoe department of the current store they were in. The red shorts She wore only went down to cover her mid thigh which gave him an excellent view of Her legs as She walked back and forth in front of him. The lingering temptation was there in his mind to go to his knees. It was like he was standing on the edge of a cliff and all that was needed was the softest push to send him over and down on his knees in front of Her.
Following Her around all day, speaking with Her, watching Her smile, seeing Her eyes, the way the black t-shirt She wore was stretched out by Her shapely breasts, and seeing Her tanned legs and Her lovely feet in the sandals She had chosen to wear that day had kept him in a constant state of excitement and arousal. Occasionally She would move past him and let Her hand trail across the front of his pants or rub Her hip against him so he could feel the pressure against his cock which was oscillating between semi-erect and fully erect throughout the day. His boxer briefs were snug enough to keep it securely in place so it did not tent out the front of the black pants he was wearing but, each time She felt the state of his cock She would look him in the eye and give him a knowing smile. He was pleasing Her and the erection was the result of pleasing Her. He understood now. The pleasure She gave him. The constant desire for the pleasure. The aching and need he felt for it was all because of his ability to please Her.
"What do you think?" She asked as She turned again to walk back in the other direction. "Do you like how they look?"
"I like how they look on You," the longing he felt was overwhelming as his eyes traveled down Her legs until they rested on Her lovely feet inside the black stilettos. He left out the word 'Domina' as She only demanded it of him in private.
"You're just flattering Me," She replied with a smirk.
"Ah," he smiled, "but well deserved."
Her eyes stayed on him for a moment before going back to the mirror and turning from side to side to get a good look at the shoes. "I think I'll get them." She walked to the stool and took the shoes off Her feet and placed them back in the box before sliding Her red painted toes back into Her sandals. He was at Her side in a few short steps and gently took the box from Her and turned to walk to the nearest register. "You don't have to buy everything today," She called after him. He would not have it any other way. A part of him wondered if he wanted to because of how thoroughly She had conditioned him or just because he enjoyed doing nice things for Her. It was not like he could not afford it and She never asked for much, other than serving Her which he enjoyed anyway.
Upon reaching the register he placed the shoes on the counter where an attractive young lady took the shoes and scanned them before looking at him, "shoes for your girlfriend?" she asked him.
The question caused a stirring in the back of his mind but he knew the difference of what he was to Her, "something like that," he responded passing her his credit card. She ran his card and bagged up the shoes as the receipt printed out. She handed the bag and receipt to him at the same time, "well I hope she enjoys them," she said with a smile.
Thanking her he turned away from the counter and saw Shelle standing a few feet away, "where to?" he asked.
"Just to the other side of this store," She motioned with one hand towards the wall furthest from where they currently were, "I want to look at a dress and need your opinion." She began to walk in the direction She had just pointed and carrying the bag with shoes, he followed. Most of the day She had stayed walking at his side but he found he was enjoying the sight of Her as he followed. Soon the shopping would be over and he would have to spend time away from Her again. The longing would stir in him again until the next time he could be around Her. He enjoyed the weekends when She invited him to Her house where he could help ease some of the pressures of caring for such a big house on Her own.
He was lost in thoughts of Her as She stopped in the women's department and took a long red dress from one of the racks. She turned to the first mirror she could find and draped it over the front of Her body turning from side to side. She found his gaze in the mirror, "would you come with me to try it on?" He could find no words as many thoughts tried to race through his mind all at once. His lack of a response elicited a giggle from Her, "come on," She said as She motioned with Her head towards the changing rooms.
She opened the door to a changing room that was about five times the size of any changing room he had ever been in. "One of the reasons I love this place," She said as She closed the door behind him, "is the size of these rooms." There was a bench on one side of the room that was about six feet wide and ten feet across with a mirror all along the back wall. On the wall opposite the side of the bench there were sets of hooks to hang clothes from.
