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Taking the sluts shopping

... 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 ...