Some entries by Mistress at Forever Hers and Queen Goddess at I am Her Maine Sub got me thinking back to some of my experiences over the years.
When I was with one of my previous Mistresses we used to shop a lot. I enjoyed shopping with her and helping her pick out her clothes and/or finding gifts for her. She would ask for my opinions and I would give her my honest reactions, so many of her clothes were things that she knew I thought looked sexy on her.
We were very much in love and when I'm in love I have a tendency to get a bit playful. She would describe it as bratty and she would let me do it because it would fire her up and she enjoyed beating the brat out of me (which happened quite often). Because this often happened in public and it would be a while until we could be alone she began carrying some punishment items along with her on our trips. Sometimes these were new surprise items that she had purchased without me and other times it was something we already owned, but she always let me know about them and they served as a looming threat to keep me in line (or if she got turned on enough and her dominance kicked into gear). It might have been a pair of panties she would order me to go put on in the public bathroom or something more flagrant like a pair of pink earmuffs or a pink beanie.
Even if I wasn't acting up she would sometimes try on a new pair of leather gloves or a pair of boots that got her very turned on and the punishment item would get pulled out. In these cases I either had to wear them or was allowed to keep them in my pocket but she would decide we should go shopping for some matching items... perfectly matching. As you probably know, with the exception of true white and true black, just about every color has thousands of variations of shades and hues. This made this "game" rather difficult.
She might put a pair of pink fuzzy angora gloves on my hands and we would then go shopping for a matching scarf and hat. Well, it was more like I would go shopping while she watched me. I would be browsing the women's winter items and have to hold the item and compare its color against the color of the gloves and find something that was a perfect match (and hope that no one else would see me doing it). This might take nine or ten stores to find something close. Close was dreadful because she wouldn't give an opinion on it and she would tell me "that's what sales girls are for," implying that if I needed reassurance that I had to approach one. *Studies have shown that women are much more sensitive to small color discrepancies than men are.
After a few trips where this happened she began planning it out more thoroughly and making things more difficult. She might have me wear a pink or purple turtleneck sweater and while I was allowed to wear a coat over it, she would then have me shop for some other items to match it (e.g. tights) so I would have to open my coat to compare. Needless to say that barely opening your coat to hold an item against your shirt to compare the color looks a lot like shoplifting. She began to add other stipulations and criteria, like the items had to be of a similar style/attitude and shopping trips to gather entire outfits soon began happening. Luckily not every item needed to be a perfect match, but they still had to be a common hue, differing only in shade. e.g. a Dark Pink sweater could be accessorized with Light Pink mittens, scarf, and hat as long as the hues matched. After a while, she wouldn't even make a list but she expected me to come up with everything we would need to complete the outfit. If I left something out it was bad news (luckily I'm a fast learner).
In many cases, I wasn't able to find matching items and she would punish me afterward with a sound beating and some corner time.
In hindsight, recalling this story arouses me but actually remembering how it felt to do this, these trips were really terrifying and unpleasant and didn't arouse me at all. When she noticed that I didn't get aroused when the humiliation hit a certain point she would tease me even more.
I think the repetition of these events spoke a lot about her type of dominance. She loved to watch me suffer. She loved to know how much mental anguish she was inflicting on me. She loved it when I would cry afterward and curl up next to her and lay my head on her thigh. She loved punishing me for failing to meet her demands. She loved that I would over-anticipate some of her expectations and end up humiliating myself because of it. I really did love her.
A few other examples of matching game items that we did, some of these were over the course of months/years. Also keep in mind that none of these were ever anything close to what she would ever consider wearing:
-Starting item: Pink Fur Earmuffs Coordinating items: Pink Fur Scarf, Pink Fur-Trimmed Gloves, Pink Fur Vest, a Lighter Shade of Pink Beanie, a Sweater to match the Beanie, Leggings that matched the sweater/beanie, Boots that matched the gloves, a Darker shade of Pink Skirt, a Purse that matched the skirt, and Light Pink Boots.
-Starting item: Fuschia Spandex Mini-Skirt. Coordinating items: Lighter Shade of Neon Pink Spandex Top, Fuschia Gloves, Fuschia Arm Warmers, Lighter Shade of Neon Pink Leggings, Fuschia Leg Warmers, Fuschia Beanie, Fuschia Canvas Shoes, and a tiny backpack.
Repeat similar types of outfits in White, Off-White, Lavender, Baby Blue, and about 5 more shades of pink.