After writing down my confession last week, and reading through it, I started to think I was being a bit creepy and perhaps stalker-esque in watching the young oriental woman at the local clothing store. I decided I should talk to her before she decides that I'm some creepy old woman that needs to have a restraining order served on her before I start tracking her down at home. Yes, after I read it, it sounded that creepy.

I went into the store where she works and started to look over the holiday sweaters, almost instantly she was there to help me. I feigned interest in the sweaters, I ended up buying 5, as we had a very relaxed casual chat. Since it was almost noon, I invited her to lunch and she accepted.

I confessed that I thought she was a very beautiful person, and that I enjoyed seeing her in the store working. She took that as a compliment and said that she was flattered that I had noticed her. We continued talking and got on a more personal level. I told her about my husband and children. She told me of her boyfriend and the she was attending college while living with her parents to save money. All of this was nice, but I still felt that I had not explained why I was watching her, so I told her.

I asked if she was alright with me watching her at the store, and she replied that she was, and it made her day a little more special knowing I was watching, but she was not bi. I told her neither was I, and then I explained to her about my addiction to being sexually aroused all day. I knew I had let the cat out of the bag, he looked a little uneasy, so I told her that I would stop watching her if she were not OK with it.

She sat there for a long moment, her eyes searching around the restaurant, at the table, any place except at me. She took a breath and sat up. Looking right into my eyes, she said: "No, that is alright. I enjoy you watching me."

We continued our chat while finishing our lunches. She excused herself to go back to work, and I stayed and had a second glass of wine and paid our check.

I decided to stop by the benches outside her store and see if I could get a peek of her working. I didn't see her, so I headed home.

Saturday I want Christmas shopping and ended up outside her store. She was inside hurriedly assisting the hundreds of customers in the store. I love watching her, and now that she knew I was doing it, it made me even more excited. Also when she was at certain locations in the store, probably not visible by the store cameras, she would touch her breast, caress her bottom, give me an air-kiss, or lewd hand gesture pointer to her private parts.

After about 20 minutes of me watching, she came out carrying a little package. She gave it to me and said: "This is for when you watch me." I thanked her and she went back to work. At home I unwrapped the package. It was a butterfly vibe! A wearable vibe that positions over your labia to massage your clit. I really didn't need any further stimulation, but I decided to wear it for her when I watched.

Yesterday I decided to go watch. I put on the little butterfly and positioned it just right, I turned it on, but nothing happened--no vibrating pulses. I was actually glad that it didn't. Just feeling the little plastic butterfly touching my privates was enough and probably too much, I knew I'd be panting later.

By the time I arrived at the mall, I was already wet from the feel of the little plastic butterfly against me. I sat outside the store and began to watch; imagining her and I doing the naughty thinks I had seen in my daily lesbian porn search. After a few minutes she came out and sat down beside me. I instantly felt the little vibe jump to life--I nearly slid on the floor from the sensation! I was a bit out of sorts and catching my breath when she told me: "I play your game. Now you play mine too."

I looked at her, then down to her hand. I no sooner than saw the fob and she pressed and held the button. If I had not worn my jeans that day, I would have pulled it off right there. I just sat there biting my lip and squirming. I finally looked up at her and said: "Yes." She said: "Good", then smiled. She asked for my cell number and when I hesitated she pressed the button again. She held it down until I said: "Yes" again.

She told me: "I know you don't orgasm except with your husband, I am OK with that, but you do as I say or I will make you cum right here as you watch me." She pressed and held the button again until I said: "Yes." She told me that wearing the butterfly was the price for watching her. I had to wear it whenever I was in the mall and if I didn't she would transfer to a department on the other side of the store where I could not watch her. She also told me that I had to do everything she asked, then she pushed the button again until I agreed.

Just before she left to go back into work, she leaned over and whispered in my ear: "Go to the mall bathroom and write my name across your breasts, then send me a selfie showing it." She then pressed the button until I said "Yes" again.

I walked to the mall bathrooms still out of breath. I must have looked like a zombie, I have really no memory of going, but I do know I ended up on the handicap stall. I removed my sweater and wrote her name across my breasts, then sat there contemplating if I really wanted to do this. That is the point I realized just how big my addiction was--I took my phone out and took the shot, then sent it to her. Moments later I received her short chilling answer: "Thank you slave." I've been in a constant state of terror and arousal since.

I have literally been dripping sex since I saw her yesterday. I made love with my husband 3 times last night, each time I had a fantastic orgasm, but I was still so turned on that I actually thought about masturbating! So far today, I've cammed with her as she watched me shave my private area. She has picked what I wear today and watched me dress--a sweater I bought from her, jeans, and 5" heels--no lingerie. Later I am to put the vibe on, then text her showing I have it on, then I can go watch her.

Anything she wants at the mall today, I will have to do--I am having to take time out already to pant and calm myself. I know I cannot stand much of that button.

I only orgasm with my husband, but I am so addicted to being aroused. Now I am in this young woman's game. I am panting now. What she has over me now, she is right--I am her slave.