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Collar, Leash and Lipstick!

Dear Domizine,

When my Mistress told me she wanted to take me to the mall on a collar and leash I didn’t really think she’d actually go through with it.  I mean lots of stuff gets said during sessions, you know, but most of it never really happens.

Well just like she told me my phone buzzed with a text message late last Thursday afternoon.  It was Mistress:

Meet me by the entrance to NM in one hour, bitch.

My heart nearly exploded.  She meant Neiman Marcus, of course, her favorite place to shop for shoes.  When I arrived she was already waiting.  I rushed over to greet her, but she just pointed at the sidewalk and managed a half smirk.  I knew what she meant.  I got down quickly as if I’d dropped something and nervously placed a kiss on both of her boot toes.  She looked gorgeous in her black leather knee-high stiletto heel boots, capri pants with big cuffs, and designer shot leather jacket.  Lucky for me there was nobody around to see me kiss her boots, but it gave me an instant hard on that probably could be seen a mile away!

Then she fished out my thick leather dog collar and chain leash from her oversized purse.  Before I knew it, she wrapped the collar around my neck, buckled it snugly in the back, and clipped the leash to the silver o shaped ring in the front.  She tugged sharply and began walking straight into Neiman Marcus!

She paraded me through a maze of designer cosmetics counters, each one had a overly done up female clerk minding the store… and gawking at me.  Mistress stopped at the MAC counter to pick up her favorite shade of lip stick, Lady Danger Red.  I paid, of course, the sales girl took my credit card with an incredulous look in her eyes.

“Don’t worry, he’s my slave.  You should have one too!” My Mistress chatted with the MAC girl.

They shared a giggle.

Out in the main halls of the mall I felt even more embarrassed.  The place was quickly filling up with the after work shopping crowd; so many pretty girls dressed to the nines for their corporate office jobs.  Some of the patrons pretended not to notice us; others stared and made comments to their friends.

I could tell that Mistress was also feeling a little looked upon, but she had already made her point – I am just a bitch to be dragged anywhere she chooses on my collar and leash.  I have no choice in the matter.  She veered down one of the exit halls taking me outside to remove the leash.  I wasn’t sure if I was relieved to be free from the humiliation, or sad to be released from her collar.

She allowed me to watch while she smeared on her Lady Danger lips and puckered them up in deep glossy red.  I got hard all over again.

“You’ve been a good boy, today.  Now, go home and think about me, slave!”

I left the parking lot with a big wet spot seeping through my pants.  I knew I wouldn’t be able to release until she gave me permission.  I am still waiting!

Thank you DomiZIne!

B.
Dallas, TX

Tags: boot fetish, boots, collar, dominatrix, humiliation, leash, lipstick, public humiliation