You obey.

Your rational mind battles with that strange sense of excitement in your stomach, in a moment that stretches out for what seems to be minutes. All the while the salesgirl stares at you with that same slight smirk on her face, clearly testing how far you'll allow yourself to be pushed around.

In the end your newfound submissiveness to dominant women wins out, the sense of excitement overwhelming your rational thinking and you slowly reach over and pick up the broom and the dustpan. Decision made, you rise to your feet and begin to sweep the floor all around the clothes display, gathering up every speck of dust and dirt.

As you sweep you catch a glimpse of the young salesgirls face. Her slight smirk giving way to a look of amazement at you being bossed around so easily. Your excitement deepens as her face changes into to that of a predator, like that of a cat toying with her prey and an even more predatory gleam appearing in her eyes..

Your brain once more tells you not to debase yourself like this but you pay it no heed, spurred on by the way the salesgirl looks at you. It occurs to you as you finish sweeping and straighten up the last of clothes display that in your attempt to clear your mind of dominant women toying with you, you instead found yourself literally on your hands and knees doing the bidding of such a dominant woman.

Suddenly a soda can lands on the floor next to you with a metallic crash. Looking up you see the salesgirls arm extended, clearly the culprit of throwing the can. Her aggressive voice rings out.

"You should pick that up. Shouldn't you?"

In for a penny, in for pound, you figure as you place broom and dustpan to the side, bending over to pick up the can. "Not like that.." You look up and your eyes meet, her will enforcing itself upon yours, eyes gleaming. "..on your knees, where you belong.." Without even thinking, you obey, dropping to your knees. "..that's a good bitch." Crawling over, you pick up the can, feeling her gaze hot upon you as you crawl over to the trash can, depositing the can in it.

The sound of trampling boots echo in the shop, no other noise reaching your ears, as the salesgirl is suddenly in front of you, black, leather boots with metal buckles on her feet rounding off her punk look. Her hand reaches out, gripping your hair, pulling your head backward, forcing your eyes to meet. "Oh, boy.." Her tone as aggressive as before yet now with a much more dominant tone. "..came looking for clothes.." Her eyes project her dominance, overwhelming your already weak senses, submerging your willpower in hers. "..instead, you found yourself a Mistress.." She reaches out with her other hand, knocking over another display. "..you should pick that up."

Heedless of the eyes of the other customers you scramble to obey, tidying the display, only caring about the gaze of the salesgirl who has claimed you as her bitch.

"Good boy.." You hear the smirk in her voice. "..I'll put you to good use." The clothes you were to try out lying to the side, long since forgotten..