1. Taking the sluts shopping


    Date: 3/18/2015, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, Bi-sexual, Bondage and restriction, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Humiliation, Slavery, Author: Nightside, Rating: 100, Source: sexstories.com

    Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events is coincidental. This story is not intended to be an accurate reflection of any particular lifestyle. It took me a few minutes to clean up and get dressed after the morning excitement. As I got back to the kitchen, both Mike and Gail were waiting for me. Mike had run out to the workshop and grabbed his clothes. Gail was wearing one of my grey tank-tops as a dress. I could not help but laugh at the irony, and laughed harder when they looked at me confused. All I could say was, “Wife beater.” We piled into the front of my truck and headed to the mall. As we parked and got out, I got a little concerned. As long as Gail didn’t bend over, she was relatively decent. At least, all of her ‘naughty bits’ were covered. Her tits filled out the shirt well enough that there was little risk of her falling out of it, but they also lifted the bottom enough to almost expose her ass and pussy. Looking her over, I noticed two other things of importance. First, she was barefoot. Not surprising, considering that was how she came to me and I didn’t own any flip-flops or sandals that would have fit her. Second, she was still wearing all of her cuffs and her collar, the keys for which were all still hanging up at the house. I checked my watch. “Ok. It’s just after ten, so the stores are all open, but the lunch crowd shouldn’t be here yet. That gives us about an hour to get you socially ...
    acceptable.” We walked casually up to the doors, not wanting to draw any more attention than necessary. The blast of air conditioning that hit us as we opened the door was enough to get Gail’s nipples standing on end, which her makeshift dress did nothing to hide. Gail padded along the tile floors silently as I enjoyed the view of her I caught in the storefront reflections. One of the stores caught my attention, and the evil pervert in me decided on my first purchase. The store was one of those that sell the Oriental knock-off novelties- kimonos, decorative sword sets, etc. They also sold the item I that had sparked my imagination. As I approached the display, I could hear the clerk ask Gail about her cuffs. “Miss? Why you wearing those? Are you alright?” she whispered loudly. Gail giggled, “Yes, Ma’am. I wear these because Master has not taken them off. He will if I ask Him to, though.” The clerk looked at me as I picked up the box I wanted, turning with a smile. “You are her Master? Like she is slave?” I wondered if her accent was real or for the benefit of her customers. It sounded just annoying enough to be authentic, but since I didn’t speak Mandarin, there was no way for me to really test her. “Yes. She is my slave. She will do whatever I tell her to.” I set my purchase on the counter and reached for my wallet. “What if she don’t want to do?” the woman asked, looking skeptically at my pet, noticing just exactly Gail was- and was not- wearing. “Then she tells me and I let her go ...
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