When it comes to kink and Femdom, I’ve always been such a humiliation junkie, man.

I’ve always chalked some of it up to how much I dig making people laugh. I’m a performer at heart, what can I say… My foolhardy confidence also means I have so little shame, so I’ve never had any qualms against being used as furniture in public places, or worshipping a goddess’ feet in a crowded plaza. And if anyone walks up and asks, then awesome! Because I love meeting new people, and making new friends. I decided a long time ago that I was going to live and carry myself as if I were a rockstar, and I see no reason to stop now. It’s brought me most of what I’ve wanted.

And speaking of ‘what I wanted’, Mizz Geena gave me the most fun little assignment the other day. It immediately took me back to college, and all those cross-dressing parties I went to.

Let me say, I’ve always gotten such a rush from buying lacey stuff at sex shops… Doubly so if its under the orders of a domina. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. Usually, the staff is real happy to be there. Usually, it’s an attractive lady from the kinksphere operating the register, smiling at you as you eyeball the dildos like a noob. It’s a place where there’s always so many scintillating conversations to be had.

I walked into the large, air conditioned sex shop on a hot day, wearing slacks, white tank-top with a long, breezy, red cardigan I like to wear in the summer over it. Bandana tied around my head, sunglasses. Looking pretty masculine if I do say so myself. Came in smiling, listening to invisible music in my head.

The lady at the desk was friendly, and immediately asked if she could help me. She was very pretty. There was the cutest dog laying at her feet.

I asked if I could pet the dog, I smile at her, and tell her all about this hot pink barbie bandana I got, and how I’m looking for something nice and lacey to go with it.

I see her eyes light up. I had a feeling they would. This was someone that definitely enjoyed playing with dolls growing up.

We zipped back and forth across the store, talking about clothes we liked, what colors looked good with what, and how much she loved her employee discount. It sounded good.

She found me the hottest pink in the store to wear under my boring dude clothes. I’ve already showed it off to some of the ladies in my life, and they couldn’t keep their hands off me.

She suggested I get this huge fan that said ‘bad bitch’ in like neon letters, and I considered it. I bet she thought I was a performer!

We spent like a good twenty minutes looking for lacey bras to fit my hair covered, longshoreman’s chest. We found a white one that sorta went with the pink, but in retrospect, I’m not so crazy about it. Bras are restrictive, I’ve always found. But the awesomely helpful lady was more than down to tie one around me.

She suggested a really hot schoolgirl piece for me afterwards. I was flattered that she was still thinking about dressing me.

I politely told her that my assignment was just for panties, but that I would definitely come back for more sometime. I legitimately like clothes and fashion, so it was cool to hang with her.

I saw her smile, and knew that she wanted to ask more, but she was polite and kept the talk un-invasive.

I bade her farewell, then had myself a little photoshoot.

Isn’t that shade of pink something emasculating, but in the best possible way?

You know what I’m sayin’.

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