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Shopping for Clothes: Teasing My Cuckold
It was a perfect day for a little shopping trip, but not just any kind of shopping. I wanted new outfits to wear for my dates, and I decided to bring my devoted little cuckold along—not to help me choose, but to remind him of his place. A crowded clothing store full of women provided the perfect stage to make him squirm.
The boutique was buzzing with activity. Women browsed racks of stylish dresses and sexy lingerie, chatting with each other and occasionally glancing at the men awkwardly waiting near the entrance. My cuckold followed me in like a lost puppy, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. I smiled brightly, selecting a rack near the center of the store.
“You’re going to help me find something stunning for my date,” I announced, my voice loud enough to catch the attention of a few nearby shoppers.
He stiffened, looking around nervously as a pair of women turned their heads toward us. “O-okay,” he stammered.
“Oh, don’t be shy,” I teased, grabbing his hand and pulling him closer to the dresses. “You’re always so good at helping me pick something sexy. I know you’d never want me to disappoint him.”
I pulled a little black dress from the rack, holding it against my body. “What do you think? Will my bull love this on me? Or do you think it’s too tame?”
His face flushed red, and he glanced quickly at the women nearby, who were now pretending to browse while clearly listening in. “I-it looks nice,” he mumbled.
“Nice?” I raised an eyebrow. “I’m not looking for ‘nice.’ I need something that will drive him wild, something that’ll make him rip it off me the second we’re alone. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
One of the women nearby, a brunette in her late 20s, stepped closer, clearly unable to contain her curiosity. She gave me a once-over and smiled. “That dress is definitely hot, but I think you could go for something even sexier. Something tighter, maybe.”
I beamed at her. “You’re absolutely right. He loves it when I show off every curve. Do you see anything that would work better?”
She reached for a sleek red dress with a plunging neckline, handing it to me. “Try this one. Trust me, he won’t be able to keep his hands off you.”
“Perfect,” I said, glancing at my cuckold. “Hear that? She’s helping me make sure I look irresistible for my bull.”
The brunette smirked at him, her gaze playful but pointed. “Lucky guy,” she said, her tone dripping with amusement.
After picking out a few more dresses, I headed to the fitting rooms, gesturing for my cuckold to follow. “You’ll hold these for me,” I said, handing him the pile of clothes.
As I disappeared into the fitting room, I left the door slightly ajar, just enough to tease him. “This red one is perfect,” I called out loudly. “It hugs me in all the right places. He’s going to love pulling it up while he takes me from behind. What do you think?”
The brunette from earlier, now waiting for a fitting room herself, chuckled softly. “Sounds like a fun night,” she said, loud enough for my cuckold to hear.
I stepped out just enough to show the hem of the dress sliding up my thighs. “What do you think?” I asked her directly. “Too much?”
She shook her head with a grin. “Not at all. That’s going to blow his mind.”
I turned to my cuckold, smirking as his face turned beet red. “You hear that? She knows exactly how much he’ll love it. You’ll probably be the one taking it to the cleaners afterward, won’t you?”
“Yes,” he muttered, his voice barely audible.
As if his humiliation wasn’t enough, I led him to the lingerie section next. I picked up a sheer black bra and thong set, holding it up for him to see. “This is perfect for when he stays over. Don’t you think it’ll look amazing on me while he’s undressing me?”
A middle-aged woman browsing nearby glanced over, her expression amused. My cuckold’s voice cracked as he muttered, “Yes, it’s… perfect.”
I turned to the woman. “What do you think?” I asked her directly. “Wouldn’t this drive any man crazy?”
She smiled knowingly. “Oh, absolutely. He won’t be able to keep his hands off you.”
“Exactly,” I said, turning back to my cuckold. “See? She gets it. Maybe you’ll get to fold this when I’m done wearing it. Doesn’t that sound exciting?”
He nodded silently, his face burning with humiliation.
By the time we reached the checkout, his arms were full of clothes and lingerie. The cashier, a young woman with a bright smile, began scanning the items, her eyes flicking between me and my embarrassed cuckold.
“These are gorgeous,” she said, holding up the black bra. “Special occasion?”
“Definitely,” I said, smirking. “It’s for my date tonight. My man loves when I dress up for him.”
The cashier’s smile widened. “Lucky guy,” she said, glancing at my cuckold.
“Oh, he’s very lucky,” I replied, leaning closer. “But not as lucky as my bull. He’s the one who gets to enjoy all this. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” my cuckold whispered, staring at the floor.
The cashier handed me the bag with a wink. “Have fun,” she said, her tone dripping with amusement.
The brunette from earlier walked past us on her way out, giving my cuckold a sly smile. “You’re such a good little helper,” she teased. “I hope she rewards you for all your hard work.”
On the way home, I teased him relentlessly. “Did you see how everyone in that store looked at you? They all knew exactly what you are—a devoted little cuckold, shopping for clothes and lingerie for my date.”
He nodded, his face still flushed. “Yes, ma’am,” he murmured.
“You did well today,” I said, reaching over to pat his leg. “Maybe I’ll let you help me get ready tonight. Or maybe I’ll just let you clean up after. Either way, you should be proud of yourself—you made sure I’m going to look absolutely irresistible.”
This shopping trip wasn’t just about finding the perfect outfits—it was about publicly reinforcing his role and deepening the thrill of his submission. Watching him squirm as women overheard every detail, seeing their amused smiles as they caught on to the dynamic, was a satisfaction all its own. By the end of the day, he was reminded once again of who he was and just how much he was willing to do for me. And I knew tonight would be just as satisfying for me—and my bull.
The boutique was buzzing with activity. Women browsed racks of stylish dresses and sexy lingerie, chatting with each other and occasionally glancing at the men awkwardly waiting near the entrance. My cuckold followed me in like a lost puppy, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. I smiled brightly, selecting a rack near the center of the store.
“You’re going to help me find something stunning for my date,” I announced, my voice loud enough to catch the attention of a few nearby shoppers.
He stiffened, looking around nervously as a pair of women turned their heads toward us. “O-okay,” he stammered.
“Oh, don’t be shy,” I teased, grabbing his hand and pulling him closer to the dresses. “You’re always so good at helping me pick something sexy. I know you’d never want me to disappoint him.”
Picking Out Clothes
I pulled a little black dress from the rack, holding it against my body. “What do you think? Will my bull love this on me? Or do you think it’s too tame?”
His face flushed red, and he glanced quickly at the women nearby, who were now pretending to browse while clearly listening in. “I-it looks nice,” he mumbled.
“Nice?” I raised an eyebrow. “I’m not looking for ‘nice.’ I need something that will drive him wild, something that’ll make him rip it off me the second we’re alone. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
One of the women nearby, a brunette in her late 20s, stepped closer, clearly unable to contain her curiosity. She gave me a once-over and smiled. “That dress is definitely hot, but I think you could go for something even sexier. Something tighter, maybe.”
I beamed at her. “You’re absolutely right. He loves it when I show off every curve. Do you see anything that would work better?”
She reached for a sleek red dress with a plunging neckline, handing it to me. “Try this one. Trust me, he won’t be able to keep his hands off you.”
“Perfect,” I said, glancing at my cuckold. “Hear that? She’s helping me make sure I look irresistible for my bull.”
The brunette smirked at him, her gaze playful but pointed. “Lucky guy,” she said, her tone dripping with amusement.
Trying Things On
After picking out a few more dresses, I headed to the fitting rooms, gesturing for my cuckold to follow. “You’ll hold these for me,” I said, handing him the pile of clothes.
As I disappeared into the fitting room, I left the door slightly ajar, just enough to tease him. “This red one is perfect,” I called out loudly. “It hugs me in all the right places. He’s going to love pulling it up while he takes me from behind. What do you think?”
The brunette from earlier, now waiting for a fitting room herself, chuckled softly. “Sounds like a fun night,” she said, loud enough for my cuckold to hear.
I stepped out just enough to show the hem of the dress sliding up my thighs. “What do you think?” I asked her directly. “Too much?”
She shook her head with a grin. “Not at all. That’s going to blow his mind.”
I turned to my cuckold, smirking as his face turned beet red. “You hear that? She knows exactly how much he’ll love it. You’ll probably be the one taking it to the cleaners afterward, won’t you?”
“Yes,” he muttered, his voice barely audible.
Shopping for Lingerie
As if his humiliation wasn’t enough, I led him to the lingerie section next. I picked up a sheer black bra and thong set, holding it up for him to see. “This is perfect for when he stays over. Don’t you think it’ll look amazing on me while he’s undressing me?”
A middle-aged woman browsing nearby glanced over, her expression amused. My cuckold’s voice cracked as he muttered, “Yes, it’s… perfect.”
I turned to the woman. “What do you think?” I asked her directly. “Wouldn’t this drive any man crazy?”
She smiled knowingly. “Oh, absolutely. He won’t be able to keep his hands off you.”
“Exactly,” I said, turning back to my cuckold. “See? She gets it. Maybe you’ll get to fold this when I’m done wearing it. Doesn’t that sound exciting?”
He nodded silently, his face burning with humiliation.
At the Checkout
By the time we reached the checkout, his arms were full of clothes and lingerie. The cashier, a young woman with a bright smile, began scanning the items, her eyes flicking between me and my embarrassed cuckold.
“These are gorgeous,” she said, holding up the black bra. “Special occasion?”
“Definitely,” I said, smirking. “It’s for my date tonight. My man loves when I dress up for him.”
The cashier’s smile widened. “Lucky guy,” she said, glancing at my cuckold.
“Oh, he’s very lucky,” I replied, leaning closer. “But not as lucky as my bull. He’s the one who gets to enjoy all this. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” my cuckold whispered, staring at the floor.
The cashier handed me the bag with a wink. “Have fun,” she said, her tone dripping with amusement.
The brunette from earlier walked past us on her way out, giving my cuckold a sly smile. “You’re such a good little helper,” she teased. “I hope she rewards you for all your hard work.”
The Ride Home
On the way home, I teased him relentlessly. “Did you see how everyone in that store looked at you? They all knew exactly what you are—a devoted little cuckold, shopping for clothes and lingerie for my date.”
He nodded, his face still flushed. “Yes, ma’am,” he murmured.
“You did well today,” I said, reaching over to pat his leg. “Maybe I’ll let you help me get ready tonight. Or maybe I’ll just let you clean up after. Either way, you should be proud of yourself—you made sure I’m going to look absolutely irresistible.”
Conclusion
This shopping trip wasn’t just about finding the perfect outfits—it was about publicly reinforcing his role and deepening the thrill of his submission. Watching him squirm as women overheard every detail, seeing their amused smiles as they caught on to the dynamic, was a satisfaction all its own. By the end of the day, he was reminded once again of who he was and just how much he was willing to do for me. And I knew tonight would be just as satisfying for me—and my bull.
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