Nice, I like her style, I always enjoyed the element of surprise and my sub not knowing what was coming next...just know that she will respect your limits
I trust her, but the "shopping" this afternoon was very challenging.
She tested me to see if I wanted to be her slave and obey her.
There was no pain, just humiliation in public. At each humiliation, she told me that I could stop and not do it, that I was not forced to obey, but I did obey all of them, even if it was sometimes at the limit I could accept.
Before we left home, she asked me to take off my sheer blouse, and she wrote just over my breasts and on my back in big letters: "SLAVE".
Then I put on my sheer blouse again, and she asked me to look at me in the mirror. You could see my areolas clearly, and the slave word could be read too.
I blushed a lot but walked with me outside home, fearing to meet someone from the building in the lift or the corridors. Fortunately, we met no one.
But in the street, under the sun going through my blouse, I felt wholly topless, and I saw many men and women looking at me, shocked.
Then we went directly to the sex shop, and she not only bought me a hollow-out cupless cage bra, but she asked me to take off my blouse in front of all the staff and customers and to try on the cage bra.
It was so humiliating but not as much as what she asked me just after the cage bra that I kept on me all afternoon.
She also bought me an assplug and asked me to insert it in front of all, making me band over the counter and lifting my skirt.
She insisted I had to open my tighs to do it easier.
I was on the verge of crying, but I did it and was able to breathe again when we left the sex shop wearing the cage bra under my sheer blouse and walking with the assplug, which was something entirely new for me, feeling that in my ass while walking...
Then we went to "normal" shops, and she especially bought me the shortest skirts and sheerest blouses with deep cleavage.
She opened the curtain for each one we bought while I tried on them, allowing the seller to look at me. Fortunately, most of them, apart from a guy and, later on, a girl, were walking away from the fitting room when they saw me naked with the slave word written on me.
This was very humiliating, and I felt relieved when we got back home.
She asked me then if I wanted to reconsider being treated as a slave or if I wanted to renounce and just be a submissive.
My thoughts were mixed, and I was unable to answer. For the first time, I realised what obeying as a slave means.
It was challenging for me to be humiliated in public in such a way, especially inside the sex shop, but at the same time, to be entirely at her disposal, pleasing her desires, and obeying without discussing her orders made me feel wholly owned by her, I was her slave, the slave I want to be now.
I know she pushed me to my limits to see if I was ready to be her slave and I am happy to have proven her that I am.
I love her more than anything in the world.