Try the mall

Stewing by yourself or on the internet isn't going to help you clear your mind...it's too hard to stop thinking about dominant women toying with you when you're alone.

The mall seems like a good choice. You can stop by a clothes store and pick up new clothes while you're at it. It has been a while since you've bought anything of the sort after all.

And by the time you're done, hopefully you'll have had some time to unwind...

You get ready, and make your way over to the nearby mall, which isn't too crowded yet at this time of day. The place you usually shop has closed down, but it doesn't take you long to find another clothing store.

Stepping inside, you see only a few customers spaced through the place, and one employee behind the desk, a reasonably tall girl in her late teens or early twenties with some sort of 'punk' style; she's got a purple-tipped Mohawk, a leather jacket, somewhat heavy make-up and tattered jeans.

It's not the appearance you normally see in storefront employees, and between her appearance and less than friendly expression, you're a little intimidated.

You're just buying clothes though, so you don't mind it too much and go ahead making your selections. You have an assortment of shirts and pants picked out before too long, and you're preparing to go try them on quickly, when you trip and knock over a display mannequin, knocking several clothes out of position as well and making a fair sized mess.

You awkwardly set the mannequin upright and prepare to hurry off to the change room to escape the embarrassing scene, but the salesgirl's rather aggressive voice cuts in.

"Hey. Pick those up."

You look over at her and she stares you down until you drop your eyes and begin picking up all the clothes you knocked over.

Peeking back at her briefly, you can see she's smirking slightly at the sight of you on your hands and knees rearranging the clothes displays. It occurs to you that most customers would probably have refused to go so far, even for something that was their own fault, but you jumped to obey her without much of a struggle...

"You might as well sweep too, while you're at it."

The salesgirl tosses over a broom and dustpan, which clatter onto the ground next to you. You look in mild shock at the aggressive young woman. Picking up your own mess is a normal-enough expectation, but her telling you to sweep is clearly just her seeing how far she can push you around.

Your brain tells you that the right thing to do is refuse, but you can't help but feel a stirring of excitement thinking about how she'll look at you after realizing that she can order you around...