Penny For Your Thoughts...

 Domme T has been easing back into our D/s relationship but the past few days she ratcheted things up and is finding her groove!  💓

I came home from work the other day to find she'd made me a new calendar on a small whiteboard.  She explained that this is for tracking my orgasms, counting down the days until I might get one, and more importantly, to give a ready display of my behavior.

She's come up with some abbreviations and already had the first couple days marked as "GB/Br".  This indicates I was a Good Boy and I was taken to the Brink (edging).  Sadly, I did earn two Bad Boy days.  One for disobedience and one for forgetting to kiss her hand as soon as I got home.  But, I did get a Br both days and also had a CS which is Cock Slapping.  She's really taken to enjoying teasing and tormenting my cock and balls with her crop.  She likes to pinch open the leather flap and put it over my cock so she can jack me off with it or twist it to her desire.  Then as I get excited she smacks the hell out of it and teases me with her biting words!   She especially likes to tease me about how my little dick gets hard from being smacked.  She tells me what a whore I am and it all just combines to make me hotter and then the teasing and tormenting gets more intense.  It's a deliciously decadent cycle.😳😍

Also, the calendar extends just a little past a month and there are only two days circled on it.  My birthday and hers.  If she holds me to that, it will put me over three weeks of denial, all while being edged almost daily.  And then another couple weeks to her birthday.

Then today she just decided that we were going to JC Penny.  Why?  To buy me panties.  😮

It's been years and years since she did anything to embarrass me publicly and my heart started pounding just at the mention of it!  Out in public I'm very alpha and go into an almost stoic protective mode.  I'm quiet and observant.  So this kind of thing is a huge boundary push for me.

As we entered the store, I was freaking out on the inside.  Maybe she'd just have me follow her and it will be casual and people will just think I'm being forced to tag along with my wife while she shops for underwear?

Nope.

There we were, in a see of racks, tables and manacans all displaying a huge variety of bras and panties.  At first it was cool, she saw a pair almost right away that she liked and grabbed the them.  For a brief moment I thought she was just going to hold onto them and keep shopping but no such luck.  "These will look cute on you," she said loud enough for the lady just a few feet away to hear.  I couldn't look up but then she followed with, "Here!" she insisted with her arm outstretched and the lacey panties dangling from them.  I got the other lady looking at us and I thought I was going to turn to dust.  The lady just looked puzzled and quickly looked away when our eyes met.

As we moved back into the aisle to look at another display, a younger couple, maybe early thirties, walked by.  They were holding hands and smiling.  The man looked me in the eye and then down at my hand and then back at my face as they passed.  I was holding the girly panties in my hand and walking three steps behind my wife.  It hammered into all my manly instincts and I wanted to crawl inside myself!

Then she held up a pair of leopard print panties to my waist and again, "Here."  I took them into my hand, my head down.

The couple walked back by in the other direction and the guy was staring at me the whole time.  "Normal" me would've stared at him right back.  But not submissive, terribly embarrassed, me.  I just glanced quickly and then eyes down again.

Seeing that, my wife next instructed me to, "Go in there and pick out a pair for yourself," she said gesturing to an area of several display tables.  If it wasn't obvious to everyone before, it would be now as she stayed in the aisle and I shakily moved into the area.  I also was told I had to hold them up for her approval.  FUCK!

I picked out a red pair (her favorite color) and, as instructed, I held them up and asked in a sheepish voice, "How about these ones?"

"Ooooo, those are cute!  I like those.  Good choice."

My stomach was in knots.  My ego had long since left the store.

But then I had to carry my new panties all the way through the store to the one register that was open.  Thank goodness there was no line when we got there!  There was a young, cute redhead at the register.  I had to go up and pay for them by myself.  The girl was friendly and thankfully quick and at last we were out of there.

As I slid back into the car seat I welcomed the thud of the door closing.  The world locked outside again.  I took a deep, but shaky, breath.

"Are you okay?" She asked without too much empathy in her voice.

"Yes."  I answered meekly.

"We'll have to do this again." She exclaimed contentedly as she donned her sunglasses.

I'm a self-admitted humiliation whore.  It might be the worst kind of whore because it hist so hard and so deep.  Pain, in general, is fleeting.  As much as I love it, it is something I can endure and let my mind fall into and even transcend the moment.  Not so with humiliation.  There is no where to hide, especially if others are involved.  I both hate and love it.  I hate it while it is happening but I know it is good for me.  It keeps my ego in check and touches on things deep inside of me.

Oh, and like a good boy, I promptly handwashed my new wares.  

Also, just for fun, we both took the BDSM Test.  

Here are my results:

95% Submissive
94% Masochist
86% Degradee
86% Exhibitionist
78% Rope bunny
74% Experimentalist
73% Voyeur
63% Brat
62% Slave
59% Non-monogamist
44% Switch
26% Vanilla
19% Primal (Prey)
13% Pet
0% Ageplayer
0% Little

I don't have her results but unsurprisingly she scored high on all things dominant.  😀😍