Miss Jay (I'm not sure if you'll see this tonight, but hopefully it will cheer you up if you do),
I spoke to Mistress D a little while ago and I mentioned that you were working too hard and that you were hoping your toys could do something to cheer you up, so she suggested that I should go and do something that you might like to hear about.
I asked if she had any ideas since I knew that it would probably be bedtime soon in England and she reminded me that you always liked lingerie buying stories, but that I should find some way to take it a little further this time (since I’ve already gotten past the basic embarrassment factor).
So, I found myself back at the mall Victoria’s Secret, this time wearing my pink panties beneath the khaki shorts I had on. I figured I would try to take it a little further this time.
I tried to look a little nervous (not too difficult) and looked around a little until a nice looking salesgirl came over to me. She asked if I needed help. So I said that I was looking for a pair of panties that would be sexy and would fit properly. She asked if I needed help figuring out the size for my girlfriend, and I said, “No, for myself. I like to wear these and I have a few pairs, but if they fit me around the waist, they are way too tight around my legs.”
Now, the other times I’ve tried this, the girl helping me always looked like she was about to laugh, but never actually did. Until now. This girl (a fiery red-head; maybe I need to stick with blonde salesgirls) just started laughing out loud. To the point where her eyes were watering! Then in between laughs she asked if I was serious. I told her that I was and I was even wearing a pair right then. She was still laughing but also looking intrigued, so I hooked my finger on the waistband and pulled it out far enough so that she could clearly tell that it was a lacy pair of pink panties.
Well, she was having trouble concentrating, because she was trying to apologize as she kept laughing (and now other customers were starting to look). So I just said, “Look, can you help me? Can I try them on before I buy them?”
Well, that seemed to convince her that I was serious so she said I couldn’t try them on, but they had a chart based on waist and thigh measurements that would tell me what size to wear. So I went in the back with her, and she measured my waist and my thigh (still giggling to the point that she was having trouble reading the measuring tape). Fortunately she didn't bump my cock cage as she did that! She then checked the chart and they didn’t really have a size that worked for me.
By now she seemed to be thinking a little more clearly though and she suggested that they have pairs that just lace around the leg openings and there is only elastic on the waistband – so she said it would be tight on my thighs, but shouldn’t be uncomfortably tight. So she took me to that section of the store and we picked out a purple pair (I can look like Miss Jay now
!) that were the right waist size.
I bought them, and as I was leaving, the best part of this whole event occurred. The salesgirl caught up with me right at the door and gave me her business card (another Lisa by the way). On the back she had written her cell number and she told me that if the panties fit okay and I ever wanted to model them, she could get a few of her friends together and they could be my audience! She even said she thought that it would end up being a lot of fun for me
.
I’m starting to think that there are a lot of people around us who are into kinkier forms of sex than I had ever imagined!
Birdman
PS - Mistress D, what do you think? Do you have any problem with me modeling panties for a group of giggling, lingerie salesgirls? Seems like it might be the polite thing to do after all the help she gave me!
Miss Jay
My mugshot would be posted in the local newspaper for all to see... 
... unless You're doing a photoshoot. Then I'd be happy to help You slip in and out of all those outfits and rub Your body in prep for the camera! Isn't Saturday the baby oil shoot? 
