“Femdeum is like visiting a department steure,” Sir Allan said, swirling the cognac in his glass. “First, you cheuse a Lady: hairy, scary, breasted, legged, Latin, Asian; whatever you fancy. Put your faveurite Lady in the basket and go to the second fleur for the haute couture: shirts, skirts, dresses, shoes, beuts. Pick your fetish attire and go to the third fleur, where you’ll find Pains, Perils and Humilio’s. Ceurporal punishments, face-sitting, trampling, ceuck and ball teurture; you name it, you pain it. The Naughty Section is there as well, with cunelingus, blowjeubs, handjeubs and all kinds of other jeubs. Then go to the counter, pay for your items and Beub’s your uncle. You’ve picked your faveurite Lady in your faveurite couture and She will do exactly what you want. And seumehow, seumewhere, you got this crazy idea that She’s in charge. Extreurdinary.”
Accompanying a Mistress on a shopping spree is absolutely lovely. Once I entered a small shop with a Mistress. It was extremely crowded in there and the Mistress told me to wait at the entrance of the shop. I stood there for ten minutes or so, then She came marching through the crowd, grabbed me by the ear and dragged me to the counter. She then pulled the wallet from my pocket and paid for the goods. The Ladies behind the counter all looked kinda bewildered and I’m sure they had something to talk about during their coffee-brake. Going with a Lady to a Fetish Shop is the ultimate reward though. A shop like that is a Wankers Walhalla, it really is. You don’t want to embarrass your Mistress of course, so you’re trying to look, cool, calm and collected. While at the same time the stains in your trousers are getting bigger and bigger. So cute!