I’m walking through the mall, and I see you in a store in a cute dress. I decide to have some fun with you and walk up behind you while you’re focused on the rack of clothes in front of you. I whisper in your ear that I want your panties. I volunteer to hold your purse as you scurry off to a changing room with nothing to try on. I notice a salesperson giving you an odd look as you enter the changing room. As you get into the changing room, you realize, my generous offer of holding your purse had an ulterior motive. You have nowhere to hide your bright red panties as you come back out to face me. Luckily, the salesperson is helping another person as you walk by this time. You try to subtly hand me your panties, but I’ll take them from your hand, unfold them and examine them and notice a small damp spot before I slowly put them in my pocket. Let’s go get some dinner now, shall we?

The hostess seats us in a booth near the back of the restaurant close to the bathrooms. The waitress brings us our water and leaves us to look at the menus.

“Take off your bra right now,” I tell you.

You stand up and take a step towards the bathroom. I grab your hand and say, “I told you to lose it now. I didn’t say go to the bathroom.”

You look at me uncomfortably and move to sit back down to remove your bra with a bit more privacy. My grip on your arm doesn’t loosen though. “I said right now! Take it off right here in the middle of the walkway since you are so insistent on being disobedient today.”