In an effort to avoid the stress that comes with shopping on my own and having him reject my choices after purchasing them, I got him to go shopping with me.
One of his choices was a v-neck long velvet dress.
Yesterday we went out dancing, and he decided I would wear the dress.
I can't remember the last time I wore a dress. And v-neck items aren't really featured in my closet (I lack the cleavage to really make them awesome).
So I dug in my heels. And I moaned and complained
And I felt like a half-naked dork that stood out like a sore thumb.
There might have been a narrow escape involving having to add a butt plug to the ensemble...
Over the course of the night, some woman in the bathroom stopped just short of trying to remove the dress because she wanted it...I am happy to say that I escaped fully clothed. Probably because she had correctly assessed that it was not her size...
Then I danced for a while...And I discovered that
Alpha decided that pants do have more groping perks than dresses.
I decided that I'm not wearing pants out dancing anymore because it's more fun dancing in skirts.
Odd things happen when one is shoved rudely outside of their comfort zone...