in the changing room

You went into the changing room and pulled out your dick so that it could approve of your selection.

"These are all black!" It complained.

"So what. You get your "clean carriage" what does it matter?"

"But what if people think we wear the same panties every day?"

"They're not going to think that that because they're not going to find out...are they?" You asked in an intimidating tone.

"...they might..." it coyly said.

"But they're not!" You ordered.

"Look around, John..." it calmly responded, "where are you?"

"I'm in a dressing room of a damn lingerie shop!"

"And do you know why that is?"

"Because you dragged me in here."

"And do you know why THAT is?"

"Why?"

You felt a strong yank from your groin that left you in the position you found yourself in your room the day prior.

"Because I'm in charge," it said, "and I need you to acknowledge that. Look at me John. Look at me!"

You reluctantly cast your eyes up to your possessed dick staring down at you.

"Your life is in my domain now. The only dignity you have is the dignity I let you keep. So, while looking at me, I need you to tell me that you understand that I'm in charge. Say it!"

You let out a frustrated sigh, "you're in charge. Happy?!"

"Now thank me."

"Thank you for WHAT?!"

"Thank me for the dignity I let you keep. Say it!"

"Thank you for the dignity you let me keep." You said rolling your eyes.

"I can tell by your responses you don't understand...but you will...now, open your mouth." It said building up.

"What?"

"Open your mouth. You couldn't play by the rules, so now some changes must be made. Every night at this precise hour of 5:13 PM you will find yourself in this position and you will offer yourself to receive my gift. Make sure your calendar is free...now, mouth open or we can make it twice a day maybe when you're at school?"

You groaned and then hung your mouth open while the possess body part exploded into your mouth. The taste of it made you feel like you lost a bit of yourself.