Buying the some new clothes

I walked out of my apartment with an unusual bounce in my step. I felt great. For the moment all my concerns were gone. I had a beautiful **** at my beck and call. I got in my car and sat there for a few minutes. I needed a few minutes to think.

'What do I do now?' I asked myself. 'I wanted to kick myself for giving in. I needed to stay detached and not develop feelings for her. Feelings would cloud my thinking and I really needed to think about how to proceed.'

I started the car and drove down to a coffee shop I frequent. I walked in and sat down at my usual booth.

"Hey Mark." I heard from behind the counter. It was Sally, she was always at the shop. I grunted and a minute later she was there with my favorite cup of latte.

"What's up, no hello?" She asked.

"Oh sorry, I have some things on my mind." I answered.

"Anything I can help?" Sally asked and sat down opposite me.

The shop was basically empty. There was a couple in a booth at the far end of the shop, but they were involved in conversation and didn't even notice I had come in.

"I-I really can't say." I stuttered. I was flustered and didn't have any idea how to answer.

I had started to come in the shop the day after I moved into the neighborhood. Every time I visited Sally was there. Over the last year or so, we had gotten to know each other and often talked about our problems. But how do you tell someone I acquired a submissive woman **** and she is at my house cleaning. There are some subjects you just can't talk about.

"Come on tell me." She demanded.

"I really can't." I said, "You wouldn't understand. I just need to figure out what to do."

"Look, you know me and we've talked about almost everything. I won't judge and sometimes it helps to get it out in the open." She prodded.

The problem when someone knows you too well you can't hide anything. I sat there looking at the table trying to figure out a way to explain my situation and not tell her anything. Finally I decided to take control and tell her no.

"Look Sally, I'm not going to go into it. I need to figure this out by myself. When I do and if I decide to include you I will." I practically barked at her. The look of shock was very apparent on her face, but there was something else showing. I wasn't sure but I think it was respect. I showed a side of me I didn't know existed.

'Where did that come from?' I thought. 'Was this from having a **** at home? Or something else? Does everything trace back to Carrie?'

I went back to my car and drove to a local second hand furniture store. I needed a bed and a chest for her things. I almost laughed at that. The only things she had was the dress I bought for her, which she rarely wore. That also added another problem, what was she going to wear?

'Jesus this could get expensive quick.' It didn't take long to pick out a twin headboard, frame, mattress, box springs, and small chest. I drive an F-150 and it was plenty big enough to hold the furniture. I drove to the loading dock and soon it was loaded in my truck. That solved one problem, but the biggest problem was I needed to come up with were her rules.

Immediately my mind drifted to my stories. Those were always so easy. No talking, stay naked, always ask for permission to do anything, fuck and suck on command. I knew that was what she expected and I guess some of those would be included.

But I didn't want to reinforce her training, I wanted to break her out of that. There must be some way to control her while giving her some control back. This was going to be difficult. I decided to put that off and go buy her some clothes. Something she could wear out and not look like a homeless bag lady. My initial purchase really wasn't flattering.

I drove up the road to an Old Navy store. I walked in and headed for the women's side. I quickly realized I had no idea of what to buy. A young female clerk walked up to me and asked, "Can I help you?"

I didn't know what to say. How do I tell a clerk I need to buy clothes for my ****? I quickly decided on a story and said, "My friend just flew in and the airline lost her bag. She had an accident and sent me out to buy her something to wear."

She looked at me like I was some kind of pervert and I think she expected me to ask for clothes that fit me. But instead I pulled out a piece of paper I wrote down her sizes from the hotel. She looked at it and smiled. It was obvious the clothes weren't for me and her face brightened.

"Sure what do you have in mind?"

"Well we don't know when her bags will arrive, how about a couple pair of jeans and tops, some underwear and maybe a dress in case we want to go out." I suggested.

For a second she hesitated, but then went to work. For the next half hour or so she went from display to display asking several questions. I answered as best I could and finally I had exactly what I asked for. I walked out of the store with four bags and greatly relieved. I wondered if I would see her smile again when she saw the clothes.

I looked at my watch and it was almost one. I needed to figure out what rules I needed to lay down. I drove to a park and decided to go for a walk. I finally sat down on a bench and stared at nothing. 'Damn why didn't I just take charge and fuck her? She's already trained, and she wants to be controlled. I tried to justify me acting out one of my stories. But I shook my head and laughed. I can't do it.' Finally I got up, walked back to my truck and headed home.