This weekend I went on a little shopping trip with Kinky Candy. I was on a mission to buy me some boots! Oh- I love boot season. I'm a girl that has a shoe fetish- but when it comes to strappy feminine sandals and boots, Mmmm- totally different level. It goes from fetish to an addiction! I would wear boots 24/7 if I could. Anyways- what was I talking about? Sorry I got sidetracked talking about boots. Mmmmmm- boots! Focus Mariposa, Focus! That's right- shopping with Kinky. Well we planned a litte trip to the mall to buy some boots and maybe lingerie or an outfit for wednesday- I'm sure I'll have a story to tell after that night :)
So first stop- boots! See I'm not like most people, I don't pick shoes to match an outfit I choose an outfit to match my shoes. Oh and my panties. I work backwords. We go into a shoe store- Ahhhhhh! Pearly gates open, angels singing- shoe heaven! I hear a choir in the backround- singing Hallelujah. Shhh! Don't disturb me- I'm in shoespace, it's a lot like subspace. I'll take one of everything you got! If it has a heel- bring the bitches out! I snap out of my little shoe fantasy- oh that's right, I have to act like a normal human being- I have company! Pick up your jaw off the floor Mariposa and wipe the drool from your mouth and play it cool, real cool. Inside I'm excited as can be. I want to run through the store tossing shoe after shoe to the salesman and say "I want to try them on! I don't give a damn what they look like. I just want to try me on some shoes!" I contain the 5 year old inside me screaming "Boots! Boots! Boots!"
I had a pictue in my mind of what type of boots I was looking for and none really stood out so we moved on to the next store and the next and the next! I tried not to take too much time in the stores because I know most men HATE shopping. So I went as quickly as I could. Finally decided on a few pair and figured- what the hell, lets try them on! They were definately not what I had pictured but they were cute. Then Kinky says "Good, I get to see you try on some boots." Oh! I totally forgot! Hello- he has a boot fetish just like me! I could have been trying on boots all day! I was just worried about him thinking "God! Can we go now?!" Awww- well I'll have to go on a trip just to try boots on now- I'll never complain about trying on shoes!
I try on a pair that are a little shorter than what I wanted- mid calf. I wanted knee high but none of them really fit the bill. The ones I tried on laced up and had a stiletto heel- hey if I'm gonna wear a heel- I'm gonna wear a heel! None of that thick chunky want to be heel. When I tried them on in the store I had on long pants so I didn't get the full effect. I thought- they're cute and kind of comfy- who could ask for more! So I buy them. It's not until I get home and try them on with a dress that I fall in love with these things. Damn! I'm gonna have a bootgasm myself from looking at these babies! Love em! I want to sleep in these puppies.
Well- I attained my lovely boots- time to find a dress! Hmm- where to go? I'm a girly girl but I have my limits! I can handle a few ruffles but usually I like things more simple- chic, sexy things. Think more feminine than girly girl. Feminine with an edge. I'm limited on where I can go to find dresses that fit me. I'm a little on the curvy side but not voluptuous but I'm not a stick figure either. It seems the world now thinks there are only two types of women in this world- big girls and anorexic models! I'm too small for the big girls sizes but too hippy for the 12 year old clothing! Hello! Whatever happened to average?! Where do I go to shop? I'm a woman- I have hips! But- just because I have hips doesn't mean my stomach is as big around or bigger than my hips! You remember the term hour glass figure? Apparently not! Well my ass is not gaining weight and I can't shrink bone- believe me I've tried! So where the fuck am I supposed to buy a simple dress? Ok- rant over hehe. I'm thinking- I want a dress that shows off my legs. That is the one thing I do like about my body- I love my long legs. Then I think- Forever 21! They have short, cute, not too trashy dresses- let's try there! I have never stepped foot in a Forever 21 store- it's just not my style. But I figure-eh, I can go for a little more girly.
We walk into Forever 21, right away I see nothing but teens. I'm like 7 years too old to be in this damn store. I take about 5 steps in and I start looking around at the racks of clothing. I see lace ruffles and big skirts and shiny fabrics and just pure hell wherever I look! OMG! Ruffles?!!! Sequins?!!! Shiny black pants to make my ass look ten times the size?!!!! I'm gonna puke! No! Too girly! I turn around "I can't do this!" Kinky just starts cracking up while I'm having a panic attack from the yards and yards of Ruffles! Ugh! I'm not 5! I don't do ruffles and I don't do shiny taffeta or whatever the hell that God awful fabric was. Blah! I'm done for he day- I'm now nauseous from frill overload.
We head back to Kinky's truck. He parked in a parking garage. As we leave I'm too busy chit chatting to notice- he is driving up instead of exiting the parking garage. Oh boy- here we go. I ask "what are you dooooing?" "How many levels are on here anyways?" Ok- fine just ingore my question- I see where this is going. Then he turns the car around like he is going to exit. Nope! He pulls into a parking spot. I think- "nah- there is no way he's going to do anything. It's daylight for crying out loud. I mean- yeah, it's completely empty up here but- it's daylight." He gets out of the car- walks around a bit- what is going on? Enjoying the weather? Gonna strangle me up here and trying to find a place to dump my body? I'm totally kidding on that one. I trust him. He just stands there staring down at the street. WTF are we doing?! Anytime I have no idea what he has planned I am on edge. My mind just goes crazy with ideas of what he has planned. The anticipation and surprise of everything is what gets to me the most. He knows this so he is forever keeping me on my toes! But it is fun I admit. He opens my door and tells me to get out of the truck. I'm still thinking- "OK- what do you have planned? I know you're not going to spank me in the daylight where someone could drive by any minute!" He starts kissing me- "oh. Ok- Making out- nothing wrong with that. I don't care if someone drives by and sees us- snogging. Then he turns me around so I'm facing the truck- "uh. No, no, no! You are not spanking me here!" I try to turn around and fight him "Oh, no you don't" Dammit! I'm torn- I want to fight but of course I want to be spanked! I wait for him to start. It never gets old- Sorry, never will. He bites the back of my neck. Mmmm- that never gets old either. I love that my neck is forever tender now when I turn my head or clothes brush against it- it's a little reminder of fun! He starts scratching my back, my stomach- Yes! Love it! Never...gets...old people!
He opens the car door and I think "Oh, that was a short session." I sit down. He says "I didn't say we were done!" He reaches for his little evil paint stick! Still a love hate relationship with that thing. I stand back up- wait a damn minute! You are not using that thing on my ass! Oh, yes he is using it on my ass. Surprisingly not as bad as I thought it would be- then again I have jeans on. Then he hits my thighs and calfs- yikes! Stingy! Then my back and my shoulders- oh yeah! That stings quite a bit! I had a very thin shirt on. Different type of pain than I'm used to. I can't help myself- it's just a gut reaction even though I'm enjoying the hell out of it I turn around and grab the stick to stop him. I'm in fight or flight mode. I'm thinking he's going to tell me to turn back around and not fight him- that's usually the case. I like to be bratty sometimes and put up a fight. But he hugs me- I immediately think "well why did I stop him? I want more!" But I also just like hugging him- I'm a very touchy feely person. I'd wrap my arms and legs around you if you'd let me. But only with certain people. It takes a certain personality type to bring out my softer side.
I had asked him earlier if he liked to be bitten and scratched as well. I love to leave marks just as much as I love to receive them. But I'm always timid at first- I don't know how much pain a person likes. Myself- I can get crazy! I like to be just as rough as I like others to be with me. But I never know how the other feels about that. I know a lot just want subs to be quiet and obey every command no questions asked- I am like that most of the time. But sometimes I just get worked up and need a release. I want to push, shove, bite, scratch, fight you the whole way. I want to leave teeth marks, scratches, leave you sore from trying to restrain me while I struggle. But I understand some don't like that so I hold the need inside to just CHOMP! I live on feedback, Hell I love it! Tell me in explicit detail what you like. Not pleasing you enough? Tell me- force me to do it exactly how you want.
After a while we sit back in his truck. Grrrr- evil little paint stick on my legs! He really thwacks me good quite a few times on my leg and I reach for the stick and he hits my pinky in the process- God dammit! How can that hurt so much? It's jut a damn finger you big baby! I give him the sad puppy dog eyes. "ow. You got my finger." "Well that's what happens when you try and stop me." Yeah- very true hehe. "I think I'll just handcuff you so I can do whatever I want to you with no fight." Me and my big mouth! Here come the handcuffs! He cuffs my hands and I am immediately on edge just waiting for what he has planned. He just sits there nicely and puts my head on his shoulder. I'm still on edge- thinking any minute he's just going to pounce! Why else would I have cuffs on? We just sit there for a while and I relax a bit. Then the choices come- fuck! I just spent how long choosing one pair of boots and you want me to decide within seconds what I want! "Since you've been a good little slut- I think you deserve a reward. I'll give you the choice- you want more spankings, or you want me to play with your clit or should I let you suck my cock?" Ok- that's like choosing betweeen coffee, chocolate and shoes! I want them all! I don't know! Just do with me what you will- I'll enjoy it no matter what the hell it is! He says he'll give me a little time to decide.
After a while Kinky asks me if I have made my decision- I don't know! They all sound great! He pulls my hair- "you don't know? Do you know anything?" I shrug again, he pulls my hair even tighter "hmm?" I shrug- he keeps pulling my hair until I'm almost laying down on the damn seat. He lets go and says "Well since you can't decide maybe I'll just cuff your hands to the handle up there and that way I can do whatever I want to you and you can't do anything to stop me." Uh oh- why do I have a bad feeling about that?! I fight him while he tries to grab my hands- no, no, no! You are not putting my hands up there! Ok- so it would probably be fun as hell but no! He grabs my wrists "geez- I'm just trying to take the cuffs off of you and you think I'm going to do something bad to you." Yes I do! You kinky SOB! I wouldn't expect anything else from you!
I finally decide after some more hair pulling- Mmmm, that I want to suck his cock. See I can type that but to say it out loud- totally different. I can type anything- cock, fuck, pussy, fuck me hard- but the minute you ask me to say it- I turn into the most bashful thing and blush and can't get the words out. But honestly my mind is as filthy as a truck drivers mouth! I think all these things- but to verbalize- I freak out- always have. I need to get over my fear of words :) I figure I enjoy sucking his cock and he says he enjoys it- he may just be saying that though hehe. See- I used to be very very confident in my oral skills but you could say I'm a little out of practice and it's been a while since I've seen a REAL cock! I admit I've been lucky and most I've been with were quite well endowed so I'm used to having- hmm, something to work with per say. But lately there are the poor souls that are lacking. So I'm a little out of practice. FYI boys- if your jaw is no longer used to the real thing- My God! Takes some time to build up those muscles I guess! Plus I have a small ass mouth! It's a curse!
OK- here I go off on one of my tangets again. I hate when guys say "yeah, I'm average." Dude- if I can fit the whole thing in my mouth without so much as gagging- it is NOT average because again- small mouth! Yeah stay in your little world of denial- cause that thing is not average! I have like the the worst gag reflex in the world unfortunately! Not getting into why- but I do. So- if you don't gag me- you get the point. I hate to break it to all you men out there but it is so not true when someone says- It's not the size that matters, it's what you do with it. Um- yeah, biggest lie ever. Yes it definately makes it fucking awesome if you have a big cock AND you know what your doing. But if you have a small cock yet still know what you're doing- not the same! What's going to feel better people? A 5" cock that pretty much fills you up or an 8" cock that definately fills you up? Damn straight the 8" wins! I don't care what you do with it- awesome! But if you have skills and a big cock- Good God! Ok- rant over.
Fun times, fun times. What's better than an afternoon of shopping for boots, a little spanking and some exhibition? Sounds like a great afternoon to me!
