I don’t always love shopping for new clothes. I find it boring and an exercise in frustration. Shopping for new lingerie, however, is something entirely different. I love lace and silk and garters and pretty panties. With this in mind, we walked into the mall hand in hand and headed straight for the lingerie shop. You followed me closely as I touched fabric and browsed the racks.
“What colour Sir?” I asked, knowing your answer already.
“You know what I like, little girl,” you muttered as you smirked back at me. “Little girl,” sigh. What is it about those words that make the place between my thighs heat up?
I selected a lace teddy in black, with matching garters, and you followed in back towards the fitting room. I closed the door behind me.
“I want to see once you have it on.” There was a smile in his voice when he spoke.
I slipped my clothes off, and enjoyed the feel of the lace as I pulled it down over my body. I stepped into the garter belt, glanced in the mirror, and thought it looked pretty.
“I asked you to show me.” Your voice was a little sharper now.
I opened the door to the fitting room, stepped out slightly, gave you a little twirl, and flashed you a smile.
“Mmmm, very pretty. I like that one.”
I smiled knowing I had pleased you. You pointed back at the fitting room. As I stepped back in and was about to close the door, I realized you were right behind me. You then closed the door behind us, and put a finger to your lips telling me to “shhh”.
“Kneel. Now.” It obviously wasn’t a question.
I dropped to my knees before you. You had already unzipped and that delicious cock of yours was presenting itself to me. I can never resist it or you.
“You know what to do, little girl,” you commanded with a smirk. “Now.”
I obediently began to lick, base to tip. Traced circles around your cock with my tongue. Spat on it. Gripped it tightly, sucked just the tip. God, you tasted good already.
“Open. And be quiet”
You put both hands in my hair grasping it tightly. You slid that cock in slowly, making me take every inch until I was filled with you. My hand started to travel down my body searching for the place between my thighs that tingled and dripped. You slapped my face. Fuck. It stung.
“Did I say you could touch?”
I shook my head “no” slowly.
“Hands behind your back.” I did as you demanded as you stroked the cheek you hit gently.
Your hands were back in my hair now; you began to thrust. Slow at first then gaining speed. I gagged and sputtered. I tried so hard to be quiet. But that cock pushed sounds out of me I could not control. Backed up against the wall of the fitting room there was no place for me to retreat. So, I knelt helplessly as you pulled my hair towards you, making me take you deeper and deeper.
“Mmmm. My greedy, little girl. Take Daddy just like that”
I could tell from your pace and the look on your face, you were close. Harder and harder you went. Taking my air. My eyes filled with tears. My face became wet with them.
“When I explode in that little mouth of yours you are not to swallow. You are to hold what I give you until I tell you otherwise. Are we clear, little girl?”
I nodded slightly.
You increased the rhythm, and I saw your eyes start to roll. And then it came. Your cock pulsed as I felt your load hit the back of my throat. God, there was so much of it. My mouth was full. But I dared not swallow. You zipped up. Kindly helped me to my feet and out of the fitting room. I fucking loved the taste. It swished in my mouth as I moved.
“Get dressed. And I think we’ll buy that set. I like it on you,” you said through the door.
I get dressed quickly. It was hard not to swallow. I left the room to meet you in the hall.
“All good, little one?” I nodded. You smiled at me as I followed you out. I handed the teddy and garters to you.
“No, I think you should pay for them.” I panicked a little. How am I going to pay silently?
I approached the counter and sheepishly handed the items to the cashier.
“Find everything okay?”
I could only nod. I could imagine Sir smiling behind me.
“Need anything else?” Fuck I wanted to swallow. I was sure my mouth looked full. I was sure she knew. I felt my face heating up. But I shook my head “no”.
“And how will you be paying?” I flashed her my MasterCard.
I finished paying. She handed me the bag. I turned and Sir took my hand. As we left the store, he whispered, “Don’t you dare swallow yet.” I nodded.
We walked through the mall. I could feel him smiling at me. I hoped I didn’t see anyone we knew.
We reached the exit, and Sir held the door for me. As we passed through, he grabbed my arm gently and pushed me towards the wall.
He looked deep in my eyes. “Swallow.”
And I did. He held my head in his hands and kissed me deeply.
“Such a good, little girl”
I smiled at him.
I like shopping trips with Daddy.
About the Author:
GlassMenagerie has a love and fascination with the written word, and the way it has the power to elicit different feelings in the reader, especially desire.
The last year has been one of self-discovery as she stumbled upon the world of kink, and found the very things she had been craving down in her core, at last, began to make sense.
Writing most often about her journey as a submissive (identifying as a Babygirl and Little), she enjoys sharing her erotic fiction and poetry on Fetlife. Her work is sometimes a reflection of her past experiences or just her kinky mind running wild.