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Subject: {ASSM} Lingerie Shopping
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My Owner and carer told me I should post the description of what happened
the day I went lingerie shopping.
Before I set out, I thought I'd dress in my old drab way, so that it would
be a contrast if I did get any sexy lingerie. I put on an old jumper and
fairly long skirt, with a pair of ankle socks and brouge shoes. Underneath,
I had on my little girl pink panties and a very plain skin coloured bra, but
I did put little sticky tape crosses over my nipples, the way you like me to
do. After a while this always iritates a bit and makes me very aware of my
breasts.
I had been looking round for a shop recently, where I might find what I was
looking for. It is a small shop in a quiet street and has a nice selection
of underwear, from everyday to quite exotic. There is only one woman serving
in the shop and as I went in the only other customer was just paying for
their purchases as I was looking around.
After a while the shop owner came up to me to see if I needed any help. She
was a well dressed lady of about 5'8", black hair and a nicely rounded
figure. She would be about 40 and obviously well experienced in her trade. I
was looking at some black, lacey teddy outfits, which were very high cut and
revealing, just what I would like to try. She asked if I would like to try
it on and started to chat as we made our way to the changing rooms. She
asked if I had worn anything like that before, as I obviously didn't look
like I would have a wardrobe full of this kind of gear. I said no and that I
just wanted to change my look. I felt she was getting a bit personal when
she asked was I changing for anyone special in mind. I told her it was just
for me and started to undress. She seemed to approve of this and said how
some pretty underclothes always makes you feel better about yourself. That
is probably her standard sales pitch, but it did seem very right for how I
felt about wanting to change my self image.
She let me change into the teddy on my own, leaving a discreet distance to
respect my privacy, but then came to have a look when it was all in place.
The whole thing seemed a size small for me and it was pulled up very tight
between my legs and my breasts were starting to spill out from the flimsy
lace cups, even when I did try to pull them higher. I forget her exact words
when she saw me, but she implied that it did look very revealing like that,
but if I wanted to wear it for any length of time, perhaps a size larger
would be more comfortable.
I agreed and she went off to bring me back something slightly larger.
 When she returned she gave me another black item, but this was more of a
bustierre and she suggested I try it on. I took off the teddy and turned my
back to her as I pulled on the new one. She quickly came in and said "let me
help you with that" as she started to fasten all the hooks and eyes at the
back.
"Now how do you look?"
As I looked in the mirror I couldn't believe what it had done to me.
My waist had been tightened up and my breasts seemed to have grown until
they spilled right over the half cups of the bustierre.
She was still standing behind me and she pushed her arms under mine to push
my boobs up even more till they fell right out of the top. It was then she
saw the sticky tape crosses on my nipples and asked "What are these?"
I was lost for words for a while, then I decided unusually to stick to the
truth.
"They are tape crosses my Mistress wants me to wear so that I am always
aware of my breasts."
She stared at me as if I was the last person in the world who would have
said something like that. Then she said "your Mistress?"
I said "She is my Owner and I am her little pet and she tells me what she
wants me to do by email, and I do it."
"But doesn't the tape irritate your nipples?"
I explained how the longer you wear the crosses the more they knaw away at
them, until you can't think of anything else.
She stopped looking at me in the mirror from behind and walked round to face
me. She raised her hand and touched one finger against the tape on my
breasts.
"It makes me want to scatch them terribly" I said.
She said "May I?" as she started to peel the tape from my skin.
I just nodded as she gently pulled the tape off my tender nipple. It still
hurt a little and I winced as the tape pulled loose. "oh, I'm sorry" she
said.
She then gently touched my nipple with her finger and moved it round the
edges.
It felt heavenly, after the terrible confining feeling of the tape. I gave
the slightest of moans at her touch, which she took as a sign of approval,
which it was.
She then cupped my breast in her hand and put her lips to my nipple and
sucked, ever so gently. What a wonderful feeling! With my nipples being so
tender her warm lips soothing them made me tingle, like an electric shock
was sent through my whole body. She let her tounge slowly circle my nipple
before sucking again at the nipple which began to stand out from her
attention.
She raised her head and said "It tastes so salty."
I explained I have to put salt on the crosses before applying them so they
will iritate them more.
"But why do you do it?", she looked genuinely puzzled.
"Because my Owner wants me to do it, and I would do anything to please her."
"You seem to be very fond of this person. Have you ever met her?"
I explained that you live overseas and that our only contact is email.
I wanted her to stop questioning me and go back to touching me. I turned my
other breast and lifted it closer to her face. She peeled the tape off for a
second time and gave it the most gorgeous kiss. I could not stop my moan of
deep satisfaction at the powerful feeling of relief. I put my hands up and
held her head in position sucking on my breast. She did it so tenderly and
lovingly, it made me feel special.
After a few minutes of suckling she eventually raised her head and looked me
straight in the eyes. I looked deeply into hers and slowly our lips met. It
was the most tender and gentle kiss I have ever felt. Two people caring for
each other.
It did not last for long.
The shop door opened, a customer came in and the spell was broken.
She pulled away and immediately looked like an efficient shop owner again.
I still looked longingly into her eyes, pleading with her not to stop, but
she stepped back and said in a voice intended to be heard in the shop "If it
is not suitable, I will be getting more stock in next week."
With that she exitted  the changing room and left me standing in a daze.
I slowly took off the bustiere and put on my own clothes. I looked back into
the mirror at the very ordinary image I left there and wondered if the last
10 minutes had just been a dream. Where was the sexy temptress that had just
lured a proper shop owner into such intimate kisses. She had gone.
I took the black bustiere back to the counter and said that I didn't think I
would take it. She said "Why don't you come back next week" then whispered,
"we could have lunch."
I nodded and said "Yes, I will" as I awkwardly backed away and left the
shop, while still trying to look at her to see if there were any other
hidden messages.
How did I feel now? Exhillerated. Floating down the street. Also thinking
that maybe nothing will come of it. I'll just have to wait.
I also felt very wet between my legs. My panties were sticking to my pussy.
I wanted to get home as quickly as I could and relieve the tension that had
built up in the changing room.
I didn't know what was going to happen to me in a week, but I did know what
will happen in the next hour.

What do you think I should do when we meet next week?

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