Taking the sluts shopping (Camp Slut Series- Chapter 7)
Introduction:
They couldn’t run around naked forever.
Camp Slut Series- Chapter 7
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 home,” I replied, waiting for her to ring up my purchase.
“Prove. Tell her strip.”
I looked over at Gail, who was blushing and pressing her thighs together. I could tell she was scared and excited at the prospect. Then I looked at the very open storefront. “Part of my being her Master is taking care of her, protecting her. That means not letting or making her do anything that will get her put in jail.” I couldn’t tell who was more disappointed- Gale, Mike, or the clerk. I smiled. “However, if she were to stand behind those screens there,” I pointed at a set of folding screens near the front of the store, “ then she would be hidden well enough to stay out of trouble. At least until someone walked into the store.” Everyone looked where I indicated, then at me. Gail and Mike looked hopeful, the clerk looked intrigued.
She looked around the store thoughtfully, then nodded. “I make deal. You tell her to hand me dress, then walk over and stand behind screens. I give you one item from store under one hundred dollars.”
I smiled and nodded to Gail. She eyed the door nervously as she crossed to the counter. Giving me a last look, she grabbed the bottom of the shirt and lifted it over her head, handing it to the clerk. The blush started just above her breasts and went quickly to her hairline. She walked at an almost normal pace to the screens, the locks tinkling against her cuffs, then turned to us, keeping her hands behind her back. I could see her nether lips beginning to puff as her excitement increased.
I turned to the clerk, who looked amazed and impressed. She smiled up at me. “You choose.” She looked almost disappointed again when I pushed the small box I had already placed on the counter toward her. “Just this? No. Not enough. Choose something else.”
I shook my head. “This is what I had planned to buy already. I don’t need anything else, except maybe another set of these.”
The old woman looked up at me, then over at Gail, who was trying not to look nervous as people continued to walk past. “Okay. Two sets.”
“Deal,” I said, taking the box. “Gail, my pet. Come get these please. And your shirt. Don’t put it back on yet. Take them with you back to the screens. Michael. Pick out another box like these.” I pulled the pair of two-inch wide steel balls from the box on the counter, holding them out for Gail with her shirt. As I moved the balls, small chimes rang from inside of them.
Gail, to her credit, walked over immediately without looking to see if it was safe to do so. She took the balls and her shirt and went to stand back behind the screens, looking a bit confused. I smiled at the look they all shared, taking the box that Mike handed me.
“Now, my pet,” I said, “slip both of those balls up into your cunt and hold them there while we continue our shopping.” The reaction was better than I had expected. The clerk started sputtering, Mike started choking on his own tongue, and Gail’s eyes went very wide.
Softly, she whispered, “yes, Master.” She spread her legs slightly, pressing the first ball along her slit. I could see the concentration on her face as she fought not to moan. Once the ball was coated enough with her juices, she pushed it up into her. She stifled her moan, her eyes closing, her body shaking a bit. Once it was firmly seated inside of her, she started lubing the second ball, taking significantly less time to get it ready. I smiled at her whimpered moan as her vagina stretched to accept the two balls. She stood shivering for a minute as her body adjusted. Finally, she stood straight, her legs closed, and opened her eyes to look at me. I could see her juices starting to coat her thighs.
“That’s a good girl. Put your shirt on now, so we can get back to shopping.” I turned back to the clerk, who was staring at Gail. “So, we are good?” The clerk nodded, her gaze still on Gail, who had dressed and was making her way back toward us. I chuckled, hearing the telltale clacking and soft chimes as she moved. I picked up both the full and empty boxes and headed for the door. “A pleasure doing business with you, ma’am,” I said, my pets in tow.
I kept my pace casual as I led our merry troop to the shoe store down the way. The sounds locks clicking, balls clacking, and chimes ringing followed me, along with heavy breathing and the occasional whimper. I almost laughed in glee when I turned around at the door to the shoe store I had selected and motioned for the two to enter in front of me. Gail’s face was a mask of controlled anguish, flushed from her arousal and from the embarrassment of it. She looked relieved as I told her to take a seat, then moaned and shivered as her weight settled on the hard plastic surface, pushing the balls even deeper and more firmly into her.
I leaned in and whispered to her, “You may cum as often as you like, my little slut. Just know that if you do, and you are too loud about it, everyone around will know.” I stood up and enjoyed the look of mixed relief and horror on her face as she looked around. I motioned Mike to sit, at well before the salesman walked up.
“Good morning, folks. My name is Alan. How can I help you today?” he said cheerily.
I smiled and offered my hand, which he shook. I then indicated the two seated. “I need new shoes for these two. A low, strappy sandal for her, I think. Just enough to say that she’s wearing shoes if someone asks. For him, I want a nice, low heeled boot. Two, maybe three inch heel, and mid-calf.”
Alan nodded and kept smiling as if nothing were out of the ordinary. Mike blushed but was quiet. Gail, I think, was still too preoccupied to be paying us much attention at the moment. The salesman pulled a stool over, sitting in front of Gail with the measurement plate. She lifted her foot mechanically, whimpering again as the balls shifted with her movement. When Alan noticed her bare feet and the cuffs, he frowned a little, but said nothing. He measured both of Gail’s feet, making no attempt to hide his looking up her dress, then moved over to Mike, repeating the measuring process. With a few jotted notes, he smiled and headed to the back room.
Mike looked up at me, looking a little concerned. “Um, Dave? Master? Heels?”
I smiled down at him, “Yes, ‘Michelle’.” I stressed the name. “I think it will be interesting how much I can sissify you before you say, ‘Uncle’.” I chuckled as he blanched. “I won’t make you go to work or the like. It will be mostly around the house, for my amusement, though I might take you on limited outings as Michelle.”
He looked down, a sullen, “yes, Master,” coming as Alan returned with several boxes in his hands. Alan sat in front of Mike first, pulling out a boot for my approval. I smiled and nodded. Mike let the salesman remove his shoes and socks, the slide one of the stocking pieces over Mike’s feet before fitting the boots on. They were snug, zipped up the inside of the calf. I chuckled as I saw the buckle and hasp to lock the boot in place. Alan knew exactly what he was doing, and I had to wonder just how often he filled such orders for customers.
He looked up and smiled at my nodded approval before moving over to Gail. He pulled a wet wipe from one of the boxes and carefully washed her feet. I wasn’t sure if her shiver was from her treatment or the steel that shifted inside of her with every movement. Once Alan seemed satisfied, he produced several choices for me to look at. I picked an almost Romanesque sandal for her. Alan expertly wove the laces under her ankle cuffs.
Yeah, Alan had some interesting clients.
I made Mike keep the boots on and pack his shoes and socks in the box for the boots while I went with Alan to ring up the purchases. As I signed the receipt, the salesman slid a card across the counter. “This shop should be able to provide you with the sizes you’ll need for him.” I thanked him, pocketing the card for a dress shop. I turned and walked toward the front of the store.
“Come along, my pets. I need to at least get Gail a dress that won’t show quite as obviously that she is wetter than if she had pissed herself.” I laughed as Gail turned to look in one of the mirrors to see the entire back of her “dress” was dark with her leaked arousal. Alan had already started mopping up the mess in the chair with another wet wipe and some paper towels, chuckling himself. Gail blushed again, looking panicked at me. “Our next stop is the dress store, my dear. The longer you stand here whimpering and cumming, the more people will be in the mall to see. Now let’s get moving.”
Sure enough, there were more people wandering the walkways as I led my pets to the other end of the mall from where we entered. The sounds of heels clicking, ball clattering and chiming, and two voices whimpering in humiliation was enough that I had to adjust myself a couple times. When we finally turned into the clothing store, Gail was carrying the bag with the shoe boxes behind her back to hid the wet spot, and both were in as hard a blush as I’d ever seen.
Suzette, the store manager, came out to greet me, smiling as she saw my charges. “David, my dear. What lovely playthings you bring me.” She circled them both, eying them critically. “She is gorgeous. However did you convince her to let your hands on her.” She smiled wider seeing the back of Gail’s dress and the trail of liquid running down her thighs. “Oh, my friend, you absolutely must have me over sometime. This little morsel is enough to turn even the staunches of dick lovers.” She turned her attention to Mike, ignoring Gail’s whimper. “And who is this?”
“Michael, Ma’am”, Mike whispered.
“Michelle, when we are through, Suzy,” I laughed. “I will need full wardrobes for both of them sent to the house. I also need something for her today.”
Suzette nodded, hmming as she considered. Finally she nodded and walked to the back of the store, waving us all to follow. “Come now, children. Let’s get you properly attired for your Master, shall we? Strip, both of you,” she commanded as we went around the corner to the dressing rooms. Both of them were beyond arguing at this point, and were quickly standing naked while Suzette took measurements quickly and efficiently. Mike’s cock stood straight out from his body, but the seamstress took no notice.
When she was done, she pulled several outfits off of the wracks, bringing them back for the pets to try on. I settled on a black peasant style sundress for Gail to wear out, loose and flowing. The rest of the outfits I arranged to have sent to the house
I exchanged cheek kisses with Suzette before took my pets back to the car. The mall was filling up quickly with lunch goers, so I showed a little mercy and we walked around the outside. Gail had to stop three times to lean against a wall or sit on a bench while trying to muffle her moans and cumming. Her legs were soaked by the time we got to the car, and she was leaving wet footprints behind her, which dried quickly on the warm pavement.
She came two more times on the drive home.
When we walked through the door, I ordered both to strip and let Gail take the balls out. It took her ten minutes and two more orgasms to push the spheres from her very wet cunt. I sat back and enjoyed the show as I told Mike to lick her clean. The process caused her to cum again, making more work for him, but he didn’t seem to mind.
