The assignment this week of going to a semi local grocery store to shop as danielle was not something I was prepared for. It did cross my mind temporarily to begin with for mercy, but then that mantra that I spent most of the last year hearing while restrained in the cage kicked in. My purpose is to keep my mistress happy. To do as she instructs me to do. Without hesitation.
I knew I really didn’t have a choice. I got dressed, drove to the store and walked in the store. I was definitely hyper vigilant when I got inside. I tried to find an aisle with no other shoppers to take my selfie so I wouldn’t call more attention to myself than necessary. I took the photo then decided to go buy a bag of candy so it would act as kind of a reward for making it through this step. I made the purchase going through the self-checkout so I wouldn’t have to actually interact with people and left the store to go outside and take the selfie with my purchase.
I’d like to say that it felt like I took a big step, but I know I’d go through just as much anxiety if ordered to do the same assignment again. I know how the general public views people like me. I know there are people out there that literally hate people like me. I only feel totally comfortable going out and interacting with people if someone like you has called ahead and let someone know I’m coming and made sure I have a safe handler once there. I realize getting over that anxiety is probably a long process.
I’m glad this week I get to serve in person again. I always miss that experience the weeks I’m not able to do so. I go through that sub withdrawal, then reach that point where I crave that feeling of being controlled like a puppet again. I fantasize about to feeling of total immobility like in the cage or hours of tease and denial and edging while my breasts are being pumped and my nipples teased with my balls being used to manipulate my body. I’m already looking forward to those hours I get to serve and make you happy and hear that laugh in person.
