Shopping

/ olivia

We went shopping yesterday, Sir and I. Practically speaking, this involved us chatting, me taking pictures of items for him to consider and select from. 

Thongs, y’all. That what we went shopping for. I had none – as I mentioned before, had never tried them. But I got one pair, at his request, and wore them for him. They were almost as uncomfortable as I had imagined, but I understand that gets better with time. They were also kind of arousing, both physically and because I knew he was pleased that I was wearing them.

So he decided, in his Dom-ly wisdom, that I should wear thongs all the time. In submissive sweetness, I agreed. Which created the need to buy a bunch of thongs – and the shopping trip.

If you are imagining me in Victoria’s Secret, that’s lovely, but not how it happened. Instead, I headed for Burlington Coat Factory, which generally has a nice array of sexy lingerie at a fraction of the price.

So picture me, if you will, pulling thongs off the rack and laying them on the cart, snapping pictures to send Sir, and waiting for his “yea” or “nay,” before discarding them or putting them in the cart. We ended up with enough panties for me go over a week without doing laundry, which is good. Silky ones, lacy ones, and some more pedestrian ones, I guess for my ‘clean out the garage’ days. 

Here’s the final picture I took, for his approval, before I headed to check out. 

Cute, right? 

Of course, part of my brain right now is saying, “Have you lost your mind? Showing all these people your panties?” But I’m like, “Oh, hush. It’s not like I’m wearing them!” 

Still chatting with Sir in the check-out lane, he informed me that he wanted me to comment to the cashier, “Men. He only wants me in these now.” At first, I thought he was joking.

No, he was not joking. ”Only if it’s a female clerk,” he said.

Y’all. I didn’t know if I was going to do it or not. I had my fingers crossed that I’d get the one male cashier. But no, of course not.

The cashier was female, maybe in her early 30’s. She didn’t look too grumpy or anything. So — as she started ringing them up — I said, “Men.” in that tone people use when they say that, which, for the record, is a tone I seldom use except in jest. But I said, “Men,” she looked up at me and, with a smirk, I said it, with a bit of poetic license. ”Wear thongs one time, and he only wants me in these now.” 

She chuckled, as If to say, oh, yeah, men, that’s just how they are. And I realized that in that moment, I wasn’t embarrassed. In fact, it felt like I was bragging. And maybe I was. 

I want to mention, just for the sake of keeping it real, that while there are amazingly sexy and happy things happening in olivia-world, it’s not all fun and games. I get scared – not because of anything that Sir has done, but because of my own history, my own insecurities and fears. When I get scared, I want to run. 

Sir has a way of corralling me so that I don’t go far. Each time it’s happened, his maturity and emotional strength make it feel safe to submit to him again. There are no words for how much I appreciate that. 

19 thoughts on “Shopping”

  3. You know reading your posts as of late brings up memories of posts I wrote many years ago – through on blogger not WordPress. Anyway this one reminded me of one called “I’m a Runner”. Naturally I made a joke about not physically running, because,yuck. Lol. Sometimes just staying put in those early stages were such a triumph for me, even though B wanted me to move toward him. When you’re a runner it is a huge feat to stay in place!

    I do get the LDR aspect in this post. I was once at a store where I needed to ask someone for very specific help and I was texting with Dominant friend of .mine . They told me to ask, not as a submissive exercise mind you. I didn’t want to. I said I’d come back later with B. They said, they were right there with me and it would be ok. I felt like I was going to cry. No it wasn’t sexy and fun, it was serious but meaningful in a different manner.

    This submission stuff isn’t for the weak of heart, even if it’s what you want/ need or it seems frivolous on the surface. Giving over has it’s challenges – most likely after the fact more than during.

    As for thongs, I find it all depends on the string. Too thin and you feel like you’re being flossed, too wide and you feel Moses is orchestrating something behind you!

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  4. I bet you enjoyed writing this Olivia. I am really enjoying reading about your relationship.

    What a fun shopping trip! I had to giggle at the comment to the cashier. Rick likes me to keep longer hair and I have had similar conversations with my hair dresser lol

    Hugs
    Roz

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  5. A lovely story
    Like a collar, or a wedding ring, the thong can be a reminder that your heart is held by another. For Him you wear them, for Him you brag. That is a scary thing, being scared is alright, we are but people after all, but as long as when you are scared, you can reach out, because being scared is bad, being scared and feeling alone can be so much worse. Keep up this amazing writing.
    PS: Nice choices

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