Mall Simping

Not sure why I’m thinking about this today, but I used to have this little “thing” with a girl where I’d basically follow her around the mall like her personal assistant. She was gorgeous, knew it, and definitely knew the power she had over me.

I’d carry her bags, run her clothes to the change room. Sometimes she’d ask what I thought of an outfit and then completely ignore my answer 😂. At checkout, I’d cover the bill, there was always a budget we agreed on beforehand, so it wasn’t totally out of control, but yeah… I was the human wallet.

Lunch was part of the routine too. She’d eat, I’d just sit there watching her, sometimes at the same table, sometimes she’d have me sit somewhere else “so she could think.”

I definitely knew I was being used, but at the time… I didn’t really mind? It felt weirdly fulfilling in the moment. Like I had a role, and she gave me just enough crumbs to keep me coming back. The added element of being locked and not cumming for up to two weeks beforehand definitely tipped the scales in her favour!

Anyway, just randomly remembering those mall trips. Anyone else have stories like that? Curious if I’m totally alone in this or if mall simping was a real for others too.