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The sales associate, a middle-aged woman with tired eyes and a bored expression, scrutinized Matty from head to toe, her gaze lingering on his skimpy, provocative attire.

"Well, hello there, sweetie," she drawled, her voice laced with mock friendliness. "You certainly caught my eye with these outfits.

What brings you two here today?" the sales associate questioned, her stern demeanor belying a hint of curiosity.

Kyle grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "We're just doing a little shopping, ma'am," he replied casually, his voice oozing charm and confidence. "My boyfriend here needed a new outfit, and I simply couldn't resist spoiling him with something extra fabulous."

Matty blushed, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red underneath his makeup.

He glanced at Kyle, whose grin seemed to grow wider with every passing second. His master seemed to revel in his discomfort, and Matty couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of facing further humiliation.

"Well, um," Matty stammered, his voice cracking nervously. "We were just looking for something... fun!"

Painstakingly, Matty counted down the seconds until the transaction was complete, praying that the awkward interaction would soon come to an end. Kyle, however, displayed no intention of abandoning the situation anytime soon.

Instead, he flirtatiously engaged the cashier, drawing out the exchange and ensuring that Matty remained trapped within the boundaries of her questioning scrutiny.

"So, tell me, darling," Kyle purred, his voice smooth and seductive. "Do you have any suggestions for what else we might purchase for our little Matty?"

Matty's eyes widened, his heart hammering against his chest. He could feel the blood rushing to his face, his cheeks burning with humiliation and arousal.

He wanted to shrink away, to disappear into the fabric of his short skirt, but Kyle's firm grip on his hand prevented him from retreating.

The sales assistant left the counter for a long few minutes and eventually returned with a very skimpy but equally sexy red bikini, and on almost the complete opposite end of the spectrum a highly embarrassing little pink girly dress with more frills and layers than Matty or Kyle had ever seen on a dress before. It was the epitome of femininity but was far from elegant or sexy.

Matty stood there, paralyzed. His mind raced, struggling to reconcile the intense feelings of embarrassment and arousal that surged through his body. He wanted to protest, to plead that they choose something less overtly degrading, but the words caught in his throat like a stone.

"Uh, Kyle," Matty whispered, his voice trembling with uncertainty. "I don't, uh, think this is the right choice."

Kyle's gaze swept over Matty, taking in his flushed cheeks and quivering lips.

The young man's hesitation was evident, but Kyle couldn't suppress the smirk that danced across his lips. It was a game, a test of wills, and Kyle was determined to win.