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I have taken all my submissive sissy sex slave sluts into the "Queen" as part of their ritual becoming my possessions over the last 15 years. I have them dressed in tight female outfits which leave little to the imagination from school girls, whores, nurses, and other sexy bitches. They are in a sexy wig with make up, visible lingerie (stockings, corsets, garter belts, pushup and shelf bras, g-strings, satin gloves, micro-mini skirts, shortened leotard tops), jeweled collars, masks, gaudy earrings, boots of some kind, and always very, very short skirts which barely cover their harnessed cocks and balls which I have attached to a leash which I lead them with. These former "men" go through this experience at least a few to several times each to further tie them to me and ensure their eternal devoted loyalty and slavery to their mistress, which is me in their training and other mistresses afterwords. I have loved seeing others looking at them with big smiles or gaping gasps, followed by peeks to espy their bare clean shaven derrieres or cocks. Many women compliment their apparel, and often want to feel them out, taking off the sissies' bras to further inspect them. We always get some tasty food for the meal to be made later by the sissy for me. The "Queen" is always a must for me when I want to get my sissies further indoctrinated !

I started working for Kings just about the time #29 opened, way back when (does anyone remember that very hot store manager, Bill Bell?) Not only was I thankful for the job, but we were lucky to live in the area #29 was "our store" for several years. My daughter was just 3 and loved to sing Zippy Doo Dah (at the top of her lungs) Even then, our shopping trips were sometimes song fests as she was accompanied by gayly clad shoppers. The last shopping trip I had with my mom, back in '92, was at the store... and my youngest works there today. Truly a family connection.

Last summer I completed the "Tour de B-Cycle" where you take one of those red bikes and ride to every station in Denver in one day. Well my last stop was scheduled to be the station next to this King Soopers. I was physically exhausted, dripping with sweat, and my ass was sore from that terrible seat (I'm not a huge exercise guy).

Like a man wandering the desert, I was riding down 9th St. in the heat of July, and I could nearly see the end of my trip ahead. The King Soopers was barely visible in the distance & thankfully it was no mirage. I guarantee that no King Soopers shopper has ever been as excited as I was to get a whiff of that free air conditioning.

I spent the next half hour catching my breath and roaming the store: watching a drunk woman trying to return a damaged carpet vacuum, a young gay couple fighting in the Hallmark cards aisle, and teenagers riding the 1cent pony ride.

Riding throughout Denver on a bike for 8 hours I saw lots of weird and interesting stuff...but 30 min. @ this King Soopers topped it all.

I will always remember the graffiti I read in the men's restroom in the mid - 70's. Someone wrote on the stall, "My mother made me a homosexual." In different handwriting underneath someone had scribbled, "If I buy her the yarn will she make me one too?"

I used to work as a merchandiser for a food products company and I always had to work in "queen soopers". Out of all of the the shenanigans that I ever saw there, it was one that completely stood out. I was in finishing work around 1pm when Kirk Montgomery from channel 9 stopped in to film a guest spot for the news. He filmed the bit and then decided to help check out peoples groceries. About 2 min into checking, a couple of dudes in "daisy duke" cutoff jeans were waiting in line to pay and they started arguing over who was going to go first. As they stood there, voices were raised and on thing led to another until the second "daisy" decided that he had enough. He told the first gentleman very politely to go first.When the the first guy accepted and was getting ready to do put his stuff on the belt, the second guy went behind him and gave him a wedgie. It was enough of a wedgie that it broke the first guys g-string that he was wearing. Once this happened the first guy yelped like an injured dog, looked at the second guy and ran out of the store. That has to go down as the funniest thing I have ever seen. Kirk seemed to think so too!

I like to the go their b/c of the scenery. The folks in the store look as if they ALL have a story to tell. Everyone in the store is exotic looking and most interesting. I believe i could write a book w/some very interesting stories of the lives of the king soopers shoppers! Every visit is a memory.

I was selling Girl Scout cookies at the King Soopers at 9th & Corona (best location in the city!) as a naive pre-teen when we approached a man running by in tiny lace-up red shorts. "Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies?" He declined, saying he didn't have any money because he didn't have any pockets but promised to come back later with money. A few hours later, during the same afternoon, here came the runner in the red lace-up shorts strolling into the store. Again we approached him, "Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies?" Sadly he didn't buy cookies from us that time either. Mayor Wellington Webb didn't buy cookies from us that day either. But plenty of other great customers did!

My best memory of this King Soopers was coming in late one night, probably around 2am. I was starving and coming down with a cold, desparate for a pizza and some sort of cold and flu medication.

Anyways, I walk in, turn to the right to go towards the frozen foods section, and I see this sign:

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A cardboard sign with "DRUNK FOOD --> --->" over one of those "Save 10c on fuel!" sandwich boards. I laughed so hard I had an uncontrollable coughing fit, and really needed to go to the bathroom...only to find out it was closed for the evening because of the construction. Which just made me laugh harder. I'm sure the night crew thought I was absolutely insane.

My favorite memory is in the form of a picture. It is a painting I did of my daughter on the penny horse. My children always get to ride the penny horse at the end of our shopping trip- so long as they have behaved while I shopped. I always want to remember their ridiculous enthusiasm over such a simple experience.

The picture: http://www.flickr.com/photos/3...

The first time I shopped at 'Queen Soopers' it was about 11pm on a Friday night. Wandering through the aisles as I forgot my list I bumped into the back of a guy; he turned around with his mouth open about to chew me out I was certain, when... out of his mouth comes "OMG OMG I LOOOVE your hair!!" I started laughing and complimented him on his belt. He stuck with me as I shopped, we discussed Cher and Donatella and how the size of the glass a cocktail is in is vital to looking sexy. Turns out he had just suffered a bad breakup and was at the grocery out of boredom since he lived a few blocks away. We often hung out after that, coffee, movies, drinks...until he lost his battle with a congenital heart problem. I will never look at Cool Whip the same.See More

This winter, my still camera was broken, so I took up video for a hot second. Having been high off my ass shopping in the Queen Soopers during the height of its remodeling, hearing the candy-ass plastic Christmas music, and seeing the disdainful looks on peoples faces as they drudged through the store with their kids, I thought the whole scene would make a brilliant video piece--the remodeling juxtaposed with the Christmas songs seemed anything but merry. So I took my girlfriend's video camera to the Queen and started taking footage. About ten minutes into my filming excursion--kids, tired mothers, annoyed gay boys and incessant Christmas noise, I saw the distinct shape of an officer's crotch enter my viewfinder. After a conversation with the officer, which I captured on film, I was kicked out for "making people uncomfortable." Jeez. I thought people went to Queen Soopers to feel uncomfortable.....:)

I remember when I was maybe 20 years old and thought I was SO fabulous, pulling in to the parking lot in front of someone who had obviously been circling to find a spot for a while, whipping into a spot that should have totally been theirs, and jumping out to give a snide grin as I slammed my door.With my keys locked inside.And the motor still running.

An hour later I was still waiting for AAA to come pop my lock, when the engine sputtered and stopped as I ran out of gas right as the car I had cut off drove by, having completed their shopping.Not so special after all, was I?

It was a warm day in the spring of 2007. I had just had my wisdom teeth pulled and was going to King Soopers to fill my prescription of candy (I mean percoset). I was wearing a white undershirt and pajama pants because the dentist told me to wear something comfortable. So here I am, fresh off the laughing gas, stumbling and bumbling down the aisles waiting for my presciption to be filled. My two good friends followed closely behind me, laughing at mothers pulling their children away from the freak who was leaning on the freezer with dried blood surrounding his chipmunk-cheeked profile, and with blood drops splattered all over his wifebeater from feeble attempts at conversing. When I finally received my bottle of candy (percosets), I walked outside to a sign-up guy advocating for medical marijuana. He asked me if I wanted to sign up, to which I responded, very audibly and uselessly distracting, "Why not? I do love chronic!"

Met my wife there in the produce aisle.

As a Denver "kid," I remember the cute little restaurant that used to be on the east side of the store when it first opened. So nice to go have a cup and something to eat in the neighborhood. Later, they started selling 10 cent hot dogs out of the deli as a promotion. It was nice to see someone with $1 or $2 worth of hot dogs in a bag, assured of food for awhile. There was also the "sheriff," an older man in a suit who would wear a prominent tin badge and roam the aisles at night. Still a really great store with nice people but it sort of lost its luster for me when the Crips murder happened in the parking lot and I witnessed a fight between 2 black women just inside the store. It was always be a great downtown shopping experience...just wished the lots were easier to access.

My favorite memory of the 9th and Corona location is from the first time I ever shopped there, a late night of October 1998, when I saw two drag queens making out with each other in front of the toilet paper. A little later, I would compete for the last of understocked cheddar cheese with them. That's the night when I learned that at Queen Supers, it's okay to squeeze the Charmine, and there is always a competition to shop.

My favorite thought of this particular King Soopers is the staff and how they treated my mother. I moved my mother up to live with me and take care of her 14 years ago. She was 80 at that time. Moving from a small city was not comfortable for her and so it took a while for her to become adjusted to the big city. I lived on Race & 12th at the time. Her first moments of when she started liking Denver and the neighborhood was her walks over to the King Soopers. The staff at times would give her flowers and they all talked to her and she would always come home and say "look what my friends at the store gave me." Sur enough, a small bouquet of flowers. This went on until about the end of 2010 when she couldn't walk anymore that much of a distance. And we are now at 8th & Corona. Mom passed away on Feb 7, 2011, and everytime I see or enter that King Soopers, especially with the floral shop right there at the entrance after this renovation, I think of those people there and how they treated my mother. It was a treasure!

My favorite memory is walking down to buy ingredients with (my now boyfriend) for dinner on one of our first dates. It was freezing, but once we walked inside I made sure to warm myself up by dancing and serenading him to the Backstreet Boys which were playing on the speakers (this store always has the best music playing). Needless to say, we had a lot of fun shopping.

In 1980, I lived in an apartment at 10th and Downing with my wife-to-be. From our stoop, we watched the parade to Queen Soopers pass our front door every day. While Halloween was a special day at that store, it seemed like everyday was Halloween. The guy on roller skates with the pink tutu, twirling down the aisle. Drag queens in full regalia.

While now happily married, I used to be single, working at Channel 9, and for a TV segment I once took hidden cameras into this King Soopers and tried to flirt with women. I had the author of "Guerilla Dating" with me coaching me. I talked to one girl about melons (the fruit)...didn't work out. But I did meet a girl over some fancy cheese and we ended up having one hot date, and one maybe not so good. I hope she's doing well, whoever and where ever she is. (I now shop at a less urban KS, and instead of fancy cheese, I buy sweetened cereals for my 3 kids...)

My favorite memory was pulling out of the parking lot onto Downing, and I got rear-ended....but no damage was done. The lady was so apologetic and I simply said 'It's no problem, not your fault' She was so relieved and told me to have a wonderful day. It was then when I realized just how nice everybody in Colorado is.

Several years ago my brother-in-law landed the dream job finally becoming a King Soopers Store Manager and he was given the reins of "Queen Soopers" and couldn't be happier. As a proud member of the gaybourhood, it was great getting to know the staff and store operations "behind-the-scenes." My brother-in-law's favourite part of the store was the "Disneyland" bumper sticker on his office door. I hope they kept it after the remodel.

My personal favorite memory occurred during a normal, everyday, grocery shopping trip a few months back. I pulled into the parking lot and parked. When I got out, this ragged looking man was working under the hood on the car next to me. He asked me for a jump start because apparently his battery was dead.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little hesitant, just because he looked kind of like he was going to try and rob me or something, but my conscience got the best of me and I helped him out.

After his car started, he reached into his pocket, and gave me $20 to thank me! It covered half of my grocery shopping trip. That just goes to show you, that you can't judge a book by its cover!