While at the home improvement store Miss told me to get my phone out so she could use the Punishment Wheel web page I had put up the week before.
The Punishment Wheel:
From time to time I have read blog posts that talk about having a punishment box that has whatever punishments the Mistress sees fit for her sub/sissy/slave written on cards inside.
When it's punishment time either the Mistress or the sub would pull a card out of the box or hat and he would be the lucky recipient of whatever punishment was written on it. Using this kind of approach provides randomness and unpredictability to the sub in terms of how he might be disciplined.
I made 2 versions of this wheel, one for punishments at home, and another for punishments that are more appropriate while out in public.
And now, back to the to the home improvement store :-)
So I opened up the page to the Punishment Wheel, handed the phone to her, and she spun it.
The punishment was that I had to take a woman's clothing item to the dressing room and try it on:
We finish up at the home improvement store and head to Walmart.
During our shopping Miss had picked out a pink blouse for herself. We head to the dressing room area (it's for both women and men) but she doesn't like the look of some of the other men that are waiting there for their significant others so we continue shopping. She does try to be as careful as can be to avoid situations where someone might create a scene in a bad way.
Of course since she spun the wheel, I've been a nervous wreck worrying about how this is going to go down.
We get back to the dressing room area and she's good with what she sees so she sends me off on my own to try it on.
I start my walk to the counter where a woman clerk is standing waiting to help people. She isn't busy at the moment so she looks up at me as I'm walking. I am really worried about how she might react.
I'm holding the pink top in both of my hands as I near the counter. I had "balled it up" in an attempt to hide what it was, but I think that due to its rich pink color she knew it was not guy clothes, or anything that a guy would in a million years be interested in trying on.
The clerk asks how can she help me as soon as I approach her, like I was going to ask a question about the clothing in my hand. I told her, in what I think was a pretty awkward and nervous sounding voice that I wanted to go into the dressing room to try on "one item".
She repeated "Dressing room?" to me like she didn't hear it clearly, or didn't believe me. I said "Yes, one item please".
She hands me the little door hang sign that has a "1" on it to indicate how many items I was taking in, and she has to check a couple of doors to make sure she's putting me in a room that's empty. I was soo so embarrassed and exposed at this point.
She finds a room, opens the door for me, and I thank her as I go in and try it on.
Luckily she was away from the counter when I finally came out!
Ohhh this was hard to do!
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