(Previously posted on r/BDSMerotica)
The word buzzes through my brain as your scent envelopes me and mixes with my own heat turning into a delicious, erotic musk that has the buzzing pumping harder. If we weren’t in a store full of people I’d probably already be goo at your feet, but the people milling around us has me hanging on to my conscious mind. A little at least. The lot is already been consumed by my desire and notion that it’s almost time to be fulfilled, yes, in fact, it’s literally within reach. The thought makes me smile as I turn my attention back to the mountain of carrots before us. There are still so many choices and I still have no real clue which one I should choose, which one I feel will be the right one to fulfill my fantasy. But your word, your command, has me going into autopilot, there are no decisions to make, there’s just an action to do. To pick. So I reach out and pick up a carrot a little further up the mountain and instantly smile when I feel it in my hand. This will be good. This feels good. My already burning cheeks feels to go on fire as I hear your appreciative hum besides me.