Shopping!

"What do you mean by that?" Luna said sheepishly.

"It's a surprise," I said. "Come along."

She began following me slowly and nervously. Perhaps I should permit this much? I mean, no. We both needed to adjust after all.

"Come along, keep up and hold my hand," I said.

She grabbed my hand and I felt the sense of tenderness in it. I never felt that before. I always dated boys, usually a few inches on me, with strong hands. The hands of a working man, or someone that has done at least some yard work. But her hands were, so tiny, so delicate and petite. How should I respond? I didn't love her. I didn't even want to be her girlfriend, but I was her girlfriend and I always liked to think I was a good girlfriend.

I tugged her hand towards me and wrapped my arm around her shoulder. I smiled, I didn't mean too but I just felt... a bit wicked. Like, I needed to be in a dom sub relationship with her. I needed to give in to my darker impulses. I bit my lower lip a bit, before reaching down and kissing her on the lips.

"This is what you wanted right? My love? My one and only. My eternal. It may be different than you expected but you like the taste of my lips don't you? Don't speak. If I am right, just smile."

She began smiling and blushing at the same time. Hehe. See. Men, or women, I am a good girlfriend. So we began walking, hand in hand. It was interesting to be the one with the bigger hand, it gave me a sense of superiority, like I should be protecting her. Protect her I would. I thumbed the compact in my pocket. As long as I have this. I will be the best girlfriend ever.

There was a mall across the street from the college. I had the perfect store in mind. It was a small shop, I had a feeling it was private owned and the woman at the store owned it. The store was empty, except for her. Perfect.

"Shop around, but for things you think I would like on you," I said and she walked away in the rows of clothes. I walked up to the counter. "You buy things too right?"

"Sometimes, whatcha got?" she asked.

I showed her the mirror. She opened it and looked at it.

"You can't look away. How do you fell? Tell me," I said.

"I feel, calm yet scared. What is happening. What is going on?" she asked.

"I know right! Wanted to make sure it wasn't just me. So here is what is going to happen. You are going to close the shop in a few minutes and then have a fashion show with me and my girlfriend. After which I am going to assign you a new sense of fashion. Then you are going to live with that as your standard fashion from now on and you will never talk about me, the mirror or my girlfriend to anyone ever. Also if you get any idea that may harm me or my girlfriend, you are going to mark that as something that must never be done. Do you understand? Answer me honestly."

"I understand," she said. "Wait. Please. I don't-"

"Shh. Answer me honestly, do you feel like chains making you aware that these commands are already in effect?" I asked.

"Yes. Fucking christ why would-"

"Don't ever use that name in vain!" I shouted. Then I took the mirror. Freaking.... ugh. No respect.

She went over and closed the blinds and locked the door before putting the closed sign up. I smiled as I looked at her outfit. She wore very short jeans that barely went past her crotch and a crop top. Such a women that was compelled by lust, surely that was why she was dressing in such a shameful way. It was why God gave me this mirror. So I could help show people like this a better way.

Thank you God.