I unlocked the changing room door and let her in, locking it again behind her. She looked nervous as I reached under her skirt and yanked her panties down to her ankles. I whispered to her to kneel and instantly she got down on her knees just how I like. I took her panties from around her ankles and messily stuffed them in her mouth, half sticking out over her lips.
"Not a word or noise out of you darling while we're in here. Complete silence." I gave her one of my sternest looks while making a zipper motion across my lips. She knew not to stray from my orders, I had her well-trained at this point. I squeeze the sides of her neck very tightly for a short time to check if she would have any trouble obeying. Not a sound escaped her and I gave her head pats. "Good girl."
I pulled her shirt up and her bra down to expose her nipples, rolling them lightly between her fingertips, coaxing her nipples to get more and more sensitive and stiff for me so that what would follow would be extra painful.
She needed some new makeup because some of what she had was about to run out or expire, including her mascara. So we were spending our Saturday shopping when I saw the sample table. A makeup associate applying small samples of makeup to patrons. I put my hand on her back and guided her to the table, whispering in her ear, "try on one of those mascaras, meet me in the changing room in 10 minutes." I then excused myself as she began making small talk with the makeup associate.
I looked down at her like an owner surveying his property. I pinched her nipples tightly with my fingers suddenly. Then slowly, methodically, I began to rotate my fingers, twisting her nipples painfully and without mercy.
Her hands flailed wildly behind her as she tried to keep the rest of her body still for me and stay quiet. Tears began to form as she looked up at me and pleaded with her eyes and bit down on her panties. I didn't let up, just steadily twisted and held firmly enough not to let her pull away, staring possessively in her suffering eyes as she began to lose composure and cry.
'There, there, honey. This has to happen. Otherwise how will I know which one to give you permission to buy? I need to know what it looks like when you cry. Be a good girl and hurt for me hun. There you go, let it flow, let it all out for me."
I leaned down and kissed her forehead and finally stopped twisting as the tears continued to fall fast and silently, taking a picture of her panty-stuffed face streaking mascara and angry red puffy nipples with my phone for keepsakes. I made a mental note to have her skirt around her knees for the next photo for added humiliation.
"Probably not this one honey, it doesn't streak as dramatically. Get cleaned up and go try the other one she had on. You have 10 minutes to meet me back here." I tap my watch to show her how little time she has to do as she's told.
"And for goodness sake put your underwear back on girl, you look absolutely pathetic kneeling there with your panties in your mouth, what would people think if you walked around the store like that?"
I watched her, flushed and flustered, quickly compose herself like her brain wasn't leaking out between her legs. I chuckled at her rosy, embarrassed cheeks. I don't think we'll need to buy blush today. I'm pretty good at applying it to her myself.
