FemDom even in shopping

I know you like I tell stories that happen or have happened to me, so I will tell you of a slave who has been going about five years with me.

I did not find him in a chat or a social network, even for my website. As simple as an afternoon in a supermarket.

I was busy and absorbed filling the car, in a hurry (I hate shopping food) and in the vegetable stand was a handsome guy with smug face inspecting some zucchini. I confess that sometimes I like to put someone in a hurry to see their reactions, so I approached him and said: What will you do with that, sweetie?

He froze, red as a tomato and not only did not answer but looked down. So the next thing I said was: Today is not a good day tomorrow here at this hour. And I went to continue with my purchase.

The next day he was there, in the same place and same time.

I don’t usually behave like this, even I’m posting in the people around me, but some things are obvious even glancing. There is a cashier that … but that’s another story 馃檪

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