We walked into a well known, busy store at prime shopping time.
"I like this shirt on you, in fact it may be one of my favorites."
Sir says to me as we walk into a well known upscale housewares store.
"That's why I wore it. You know I think of these things.
I knew I was going to be with you all day, so chose a skirt and this top."
"And underwear?" he asked innocently.
"Well I put them on,
but figured I'd take them off if you told me."
I replied, adding a bit more quietly,
"You just didn't tell me."
"Take them off." he said with an evil gleam in his eyes.
"Yes, Sir." I replied immediately
and I so wanted to...I wanted to!
But...NO, I just will.
We walked around a little more
and I WANTED TO!
More than that, I wanted to without
going to the bathroom or being concealed.
So we walked and I eased them down by the side.
After walking through a section,
I had them down under my ass...
next step for me to take is off.
Now I'm sure they have cameras and
there are helpful sales associates everywhere.
As we complete one of our selections,
the sales associate begins to wrap and box it up.
I stand at the side of the cash register
and my Sir is standing, near me
in front of the cash register
looking at a catalog and paying no attention.
I take a quick look around,
lift my leg and slip one side off.
Oh my goodness,
I'm not an experienced exhibitionist...
I am nervous and ...
nope, I'm thrilled but terrified.
or maybe that's terrified but thrilled.
I keep looking, trying very hard to look inconspicuous.
Praying no one walks around the corner,
I slip the other side out and let them fall
quickly into my purse.
Oh I am so proud...SO PROUD...
I DID IT!!!!
"good girl, fiona" whispers Sir.