I’m in a panic!

My cheeks burn with embarrassment, while deep inside me I can feel a ping of need, wanting to wear what he chose for me. That feeling and thought kept me distracted for a solid minute while I slowly go through the rather large and lewd selection they have.

I get pulled back into reality when he starts counting down. Still swinging the panties he picked back and forth. “Ten.... Nine.... Eight....” My heart drops when he does that!

“W-Wait! I-I haven’t”

He doesn’t listen to me, and just keeps counting down “.... Six.... Five.... Four....”

I quickly turn around in a panic, and grab the the first one I could find that looked halfway decent from the front. It’s down on the bottom shelf so I don’t get to inspect it before holding it up “This! B-Buy this instead of those”

When he sees what they actually are he has a massive smirk on his face “Damn Bitch, if you insist, but we will be doing that later~”

I rise a eyebrow and turn the panties around. At first glance they just looked like a pair of black panties with just the word ‘Blacked’ on the hips just like everything else.... but on further inspection on the ass it reads ‘Give me a lap to sit in’ and the bottom.... is missing.... it’s a pair of panties that gives anyone easy access to my ass!

A shutter runs up my spine, and I visibly shake from the shock and excitement from the realization and the thought of wearing these “w-well um, I-it doesn’t necessarily ne-“

I don’t get to finish my sentence before he snatches those from my hands, and keeps his first pair in the same hand “No no, you picked that out so you will be wearing them. But I’ll buy the other pair just in case those get dirty”

He smiles and grabs my wrist again, pulling me over to the Back where a changing room is. He smacks my ass and pushes me inside “Strip down and Put your clothes over the door. You won’t walk out of here until you are wearing what I want.... it could be the panties or I could throw something else into the mix.... either way, unless you are in the nude you wouldn’t get any new clothes”

I bite my lip and look at the changing room, it’s small and gives the bare minimum for privacy. A gap underneath the door and at the top, a lock, a mirror and a bench. Two people could fit inside the five foot by five foot room.... and I think I smell the faint scent of sex.... or am I just smelling myself after sucking on my panties?

Either way, my heart is pounding, and I try and decide what I should do, submit and undress? Refuse his demands? Try and Suggest something else?