We wore ordinary clothes to blend in. Well almost. I couldn’t resist a tight, shapely skirt, lashings of red lipstick, seamed stockings and elegant heels. People tend to notice my very generous cleavage too so I never really blend in. However I wasn’t in full dominatrix attire and he was dressed plainly in jeans and a t-shirt.
I calmly watched his nervous fingers fidget. We met in a shopping centre and he had no idea what was going to happen next. He just knew he had asked to be humiliated in public. He tried to look casual but his chest rose and fell with the quickened breath of someone whose senses were on high alert. Alive excitement… Anticipation… Fear… I could smell it.
“Follow me” I said and slowly began walking through the shops. There is no hurrying in heels that high so each step was deliberate and seductive. He followed, eyes on my every movement. Past cafes and boutiques, past stationary and tobacco shops we walked those white tiles and flouro lit walk ways until we found ourselves at the supermarket. Busy check outs whirring and bustling.
He looked at me waiting for me to speak… wondering what on earth I had in mind… the corners of my mouth curled in amusement. I turned and walked in. He followed me, his every fibre tuned into me, his Mistress. I had his full attention and I intended to play with it.
We entered the fruit and vegetable section taking in the smells and sounds… and the shapes… yes the shapes…
I ran a finger provocatively over a zucchini and leaned down to look intently into his eyes. With a voice low and throaty enough to only be heard by him I gave him his instructions. “I want you to take your time and walk through the entire fruit and vegetable section until you find the largest phallic shaped vegetable here and bring it to me. Make sure you get it right because there will be… consequences… if I find a larger one… ”
He paused, eyeing the people all around us, not quite sure. I clapped twice sharply, “Off you go” I commanded loudly. He skitted into action noticing the sudden attention being drawn to us. Attention is like heat that can sizzle your skin and sear your bones. We literally can feel people’s eyes on us and our bodies respond. Energy is energy whether it is sexual energy or the energy of embarrassment… or more potent still, shame. Some of us know how to weave that shame energy into pleasure by eroticising it and what an intense hit it can be! I watched his face flush momentarily with a mini rush of it. Humiliation foreplay…
He walked around carefully looking at all the fruit and vegetables, occasionally picking one up to measure it against another. I could see him both wanting to hurry up but also fearing getting it wrong. Eventually he approached me with a very large cucumber.
“Are you sure that is the one you want to choose”? I asked loudly enough for those around to overhear. He hesitated, unsure, and then nodded.
I just looked at him a moment, giving nothing away. I then walked deliberately to the section he hadn’t noticed. I held up a marsian green vegetable covered in little wart-like bumps. I didn’t even know the name of it. It was the most bizarre, alien looking thing. Long as my fore-arm and slightly wider. I looked at him over the tip of it… “I suspect mines bigger than yours, wouldn’t you say?”
He gulped and nodded. I let that sink in for a moment.
“I’ll just get you to hold onto that while we do a little more shopping,” I said suddenly deceptively casual. I handed him the marsian phallus, turned and walked off down the aisle with him trotting behind. Without hesitation I walked straight to the personal hygiene aisle and stopped with a loud sigh in front of the lubricants.
“Pick one” I said pointing, “Oh and make it a big one because we are going to need a lot” . I eyed the vegetable he was carrying. He blushed bright as a christmas light but obediently grabbed a bottle. He tried to hide it in his hands but it was still quite obvious what it was. Again the corners of my mouth curled in amusement.
I took my time walking the different aisles looking at the merchandise, never paying much attention to my victim as he awkwardly followed me around carrying the marsian phallus and lube as inconspicuously as it is possible to carry such things. There really are no shadows to hide in a flourescent-lit supermarket. I let the tension build.
Eventually I stopped and asked him to meet me out the front of the supermarket after he had paid for his two items. “No plastic bags as they are bad for the environment,” I purred with a wink.
I watched with amusement as he waited in line clutching his items while trying to look perfectly normal. I enjoyed his struggle to buy everyday items while imagining everyone knew what they were for. I could see him shift uncomfortably on his feet, keeping his eyes down… trying to make himself small… There certainly were some raised eyebrows and amused looks as he stood there, seemingly forever, waiting for his turn to plonk the items down in front of the cash register.
Finally it was his turn and he placed the items in front of the bored cashier. She looked up and what was in front of her registered in her mind. She paused a moment, stifled a smile but then, to her credit, she carried on as normal but you could see her mind ticking over. It’s hard not to make an association between the two items and my victim knew it.
“Do you want a bag for these?” she asked. He risked a glance at me standing several metres away. “Ah, no thanks” he stammered. Time seemed to slow down excruciatingly as she processed the items. My victim stood perfectly still, but the scarlet creeping into his ears was a dead give away. His body was rushing with embarrassment… exposed… tingles of humiliation rising through him… mind overloading as his feelings became so strong he could do nothing but experience them… desperately wishing he could run away but at the same time, loving it.
He hurriedly paid, dropping his money twice in his fumbling attempt to get out of the spotlight as quickly as possible. He picked up the lube and alien cock-vegetable and rushed over to me, partly relieved that he was through the first ordeal but also clearly wondering what on earth was going to happen next. His impulse was to rush off but I made him wait. I just stood there and let him feel it for a moment.
“You look a little flushed dear” I said with a twinkle in my eye.
– by Artemisia de Vine –
Note: This story is based on a real session early in my career as a professional dominatrix and humiliatrix. I specialise in play sessions that allow people to engage in their natural kinky wiring in an aware way. I am often asked how I can both deeply care for my clients and also thoroughly enjoy humiliating them. I have written a blog about that here…
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