Shopping For A Pride Day

I love shopping, I really love it when it's for something appropriate for our local upcoming Pride Day festival! It?s only the fifth one and each has gotten wilder than the last. Well, except for last year?s, which was canceled like so many 2020 events. So on this lovely Saturday, I found myself downtown trying to hunt down something that would work well for me. I tried to convince my Mistress we should go shopping together and maybe get something that would show our relationship, but she suggested I look for something for myself and she would see about something that would complement it. In a way I was flattered, but I was also nervous because my wonderful Mistress usually led the way.She is everything to me, my world so to speak and I love her more than words can say. I don?t know if you would understand, but meeting her had me speechless. That might not make much sense if you don?t know me, but no one who does would ever picture me without words. She walked into the conference room and I could only stare at her. I barely got my name out when we were introduced and when our hands touched, I thought I was going to faint dead away. I know she felt something as well, I know this because she loves to tell that story!It?s been three years since that fateful day and the only time I?ve been unhappy in that time was coming out to my overly religious parents. I can?t really blame them, their first introduction was seeing me nearly naked, with a collar and leash being led by my wonderful Mistress during the Pride Festival several months after meeting her. I think we made the front page of the Local Section mainly because we had enough clothing to be somewhat decent. I don?t think my folks believed it was really almanbahis me until they finally met my Mistress. They didn?t take it well, but I think they are adjusting ? well I hope they are. I bought them a gift for last year?s Pride Day, but I?m not sure they have tried it out yet. I think Mom was curious, but Dad just kept looking at me funny.Okay, back to shopping, normally I know what I am looking for! Or at least I have enough of an idea that I feel confident I would find something. To be honest, right now I?m clueless. I just don?t know what my Mistress would like to see me in. I?ve been to several stores, even a couple of more mundane ones hoping to find something that just screams to me, even if it?s something like I did for the last festival!That year my Mistress suggested something Victorian for the festival and I took a wonderful Victorian costume and turned it into ? well I?m not sure how to describe it. Let?s just say when I got done the bare necessities were still covered, but my lovely Mistress had complete access to any part of my body she wanted! And she wanted it often! By the time we got done just walking the length of the festival, I was a sopping mess and on the edge of an orgasm that she kept denying me! It was glorious!She kept introducing me to other women, who would also touch me ? all with her permission and even encouragement. I could barely think straight by the time we got home! She even made me sit on a towel in the car because I was leaking so bad. She doesn?t deny me often, so when she does it?s always special!So, shopping! I know, I know I am delaying, but it?s due to frustration. I?ve been to three department stores, four more adult places, including my favorite shop, almanbahis yeni giriş Jessie?s, but still, nothing struck me as special. Oh, I could go for the normal fetish wear, Jessie?s has tons of that. But then I think I would look like just about everyone else. I mean how many leather straps or corsets will you see there? Plenty. Don?t get me wrong, they can be utterly amazing, but I want something different, something special! Something that will make even my Mistress go, ?Wow!?I was in the changing room at Jessie?s, about to try something on when the door burst open and I was pinned against the wall. I started to panic when there was a word whispered in my ear. It took a moment to register, then I sort of relaxed, almost smiling as my heart rate slowed down. I guess I should explain. My Mistress and I have a few code words, she calls them. For example, if we have guests, she will tell me ? well, a certain word. I don?t think you need to know the exact word. But that word put me on my best, professional behavior. It means these visitors aren?t close friends, just business associates and my role is more to simply stay out of the way. She conducts a lot of business and, honestly, they have no need to know anything about our personal life.A different word means the visitors are close friends and if any of them are interested in a little more personal service, and I am willing, I can certainly take good care of them. It?s not that I am some plaything to be passed around, I always have the option! My mistress knows how much I enjoy sex and have little trouble being available. With them it?s just sex, with my Mistress, it?s love! She?s fulfilled a number of my fantasies, some of which I didn?t almanbahis giriş even know I had! Like group sex! I had never been the sexual focal point of so many women at once. It was glorious! It took me days to thank my Mistress properly.There are other code words for varying degrees of interaction, the two I mentioned were the extremes, one for no real interaction, the other for sexual interaction. Some of the middle ground ones have me acting as a hostess for visitors or sometimes even a servant. I even have the cutest little French Maid outfit, complete with ruffled panties. Now that I think about it, if you had told me four years ago I would find such an outfit sexy as hell, I would have laughed at you. Now when my Mistress pats my butt in those adorable panties, I get all wet and warm.The word my ? attacker ? whispered was the sexual interaction one. It means my Mistress told it to her. I can say her because she?s pressed on me and I can feel heavy breasts against my back. She uses one hand to keep me pinned against the wall and the other starts stroking my butt. I was almost naked, just a pair of panties and my bra, after all, I was in the middle of changing. It wasn?t long before those talented fingers had me pushing back against her. The frustrating thing was I had no idea who she was, but as those fingers rubbed against me, I wasn?t sure I cared ? until they stopped.?No!? I mewed in protest and darkness shrouded my head. It took me a minute to realize what she had done. I first thought of some sort of mask. In a store like this one, I am sure they have a number of them. But when I inhaled I guessed they were her panties, her scent was delicious, I was hoping I would get to taste her. She tugged my thong down and pressed against me again. This time I felt one of my all-time favorite things, a dildo. She pushed it against my butt crack and then ran it along my pussy. Any complaint about her hand stopping died in mid-thought.