Thursday, July 12, 2007

My Most Humiliating Shopping Experience To Date

I can't believe what I just did. I'm still shaking a little and feel a little lite-headed as I write this. As has been the case with each of the increasingly humiliating experiences within this training, my clittie disappointed me and became rock-hard as the experience continued.

All morning I had been unable to think of anything else. My wife expected me to enter a cosmetics store and purchase lipstick and toe nail polish for ME and make sure that the sales person knew they were for ME! She dressed me this morning in pink thong panties and pantyhose making sure that my clittie continued to strongly smell of "sweet pea" lotion. As I made my way to the car, my mind raced with the possibilities of what might happen. Would the sales person look at me in disgust? Would she get fully engaged and make me do things that I didn't want to do. Would she further humiliate me? Would I be able to speak coherently without bumbling based on my nervousness?

I chose to go to MAC Cosmetics in a trendy part of town as I hoped that this would hopefully be a more accepting location than somewhere else. After parking the car, I circled the block three times before finally getting the nerve to enter the store. When I entered the store my heart began to race. There were two people in the store: one older female customer and one young female employee. The sales girl welcomed me and told me that she would be with me shortly as she checked out the female customer. It must have been about 3 minutes of me waiting for her to help me, but it felt like an hour. I attempted to show interest in all the products as I perused the store getting more and more nervous by the second. Finally, the other customer left the store and the sales girl made her way over to me and asked how she could help me.

I had rehearsed what I was going to say several times. I took at deep breath and said, "I lost a bet with my wife and one of the things that she wants me to do is purchase some lipstick that would look good with my skin tone." I couldn't believe I actually said it! My clittie began to stiffen in my panties as the sales girl got an enormous smile on her face and asked me what kind of lipstick I wanted. She was clearly into this. I told her that I did not know, but mentioned that my wife had strongly hinted that she wanted me to purchase a lip gloss. She got an even bigger smile and walked me over to the lip gloss. She then described the different kinds and colors spending extra time telling me how the gloss would make my lips look (ie fuller) or how long it would last on my lips!!! Was she thinking that my wife would have me sucking on something and thus want me to have gloss that would stay on longer!?! Why else would she be pushing me in that direction? I was becoming more humiliated by the minute yet also more aroused!

I told her that the thicker gloss probably made more sense and she then asked me what colors I was interested in. She seemed to be hoping that I would pick the bright colors, but I told her that something that would match my skin tone would be best. She then picked out a color and said, "OK lets try this on to see how it looks." I couldn't believe it! My clittie got as hard as it's ever been while I became the most humiliated I've ever been! How could I be doing this? How could I get out of this? What was going to happen next? Thankfully there was no one else in the store. She walked closer to me and applied the gloss to my lower lip and then told me to push them together. Her eyes and smile were burning through me as she humiliated me more and more. Once the gloss was on she had me look at myself in the mirror while commenting on how pretty it looked on me. She told me that someone would clearly be able to tell that I had something on my lips and she seemed to really like that idea! It was like having another femdom controlling me at that minute and my clittie continued to harden!

Finally I said I would take it and asked her if I could have something to wipe off the gloss. She smiled at my humiliation and provided me with a moist napkin to remove the gloss. As I tried to remove it, I could still feel and taste it on my lips. Even now, nearly two hours after this adventure, I can still taste it on my lips! I did the best I could at removing it and she then asked me if there was anything else that she could help me with. I could tell that she was clearly hoping that she could!

I told her that I also needed to purchase some clear toe nail polish. She walked me to the toe nail polish section and she continued to push me further in humiliation. She said, "I know your wife said clear, but this light blue would be so much more cute and sexy!" I could have died!!! She was actively humiliating me and loving every second of it! My clittie got harder while my heart raced. I told her that the clear would be fine and we went over to the cash register to check out. She seemed disappointed.

While she was checking me out she asked me a few more questions. She wanted to know if she should add me to their "frequent buyer" program and if I would be coming into the store again soon. My humiliation continued! I told her that I didn't know if I would be back soon but didn't think I needed to be added at this time. She continued to check me out and I paid and she handed me the receipt. As I was getting ready to leave she said, "Thanks for coming in today. Keep losing those bets with your wife!" My final humiliation, or so I thought.

I left the store and walked the block or so back to my car. Once in the car I took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. To my horror there was still lip gloss on my lips and it was very noticeable! How many people had seen me like this? I couldn't believe it! I quickly removed the remainder of the lip gloss, calmed down and drove back to work utterly humiliated but more turned on than ever before! What has my wife done to me? She's turned me into her humiliation slave willing to do anything to cum and get close to her pussy!!! Oh how things have changed.

Goddess Renee's Slave

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