1. To the Victor Go the Spoils. Pt: 5


    Date: 8/30/2015, Categories: Fiction Authoritarian, BDSM Domination/submission Male Domination, Romance Sado-Masochism, Slavery, Stockholm Syndrome, Author: masterKDean2014, Source: sexstories.com

    ... anticipating this moment for a long time. Immediately, a girl with streaked black and purple hair approached them. She had a labret piercing and her eyebrows were shaped very thin and high. She was wearing black fishnet gloves and a short black dress adorned with safety pins. "Is there something I can help you with?" The girl asked. "She needs some clothes." David thrust Sara forward as if he was offering her for sacrifice. The girl smiled at Sara, "Do you want to look at dresses?" "Yes." David answered for her. They followed the girl to an area with skirts and dresses. She rummaged through them and picked a few out for Sara. "Do you want to try them on?" "I guess so..." Sara looked at David and he nodded. Sara began trying outfits on. David insisted on seeing every one of them, he did not trust her judgment. He selected more than a few. One especially grabbed his attention. It was a very short red and black plaid dress. The bottom was pleated like a school uniform, but the top of the dress was corseted. It accentuated every curve of Sara's body perfectly. The clerk came back with more clothes and David whispered something to her. She smiled and left to return with a studded black leather collar and a pair of knee high black leather boots. David took them and slipped into the dressing room with Sara. He fastened the collar around her neck and admired their reflection in the mirror. "Oh baby, Lilly Munster, ain't got nothing on you," he quoted teasingly. Sara knew the song he ...
    ... was referring to and rolled her eyes, "You are such a nerd. Are you going to call me evil next?" "You are evil, see..." He put her hand on his jeans so she could feel his erection. "Get out of here." Sara tried to push him out, but he didn't budge. David laughed at her and murmured, "Come on, you know you want it..." "Hey, no fucking allowed." The salesgirl called from the other side of the curtain. "I think you have enough clothes for now." David pulled her out of the room with him. "I need to take this stuff off." Sara said motioning down to the dress. "No you don't," the salesgirl said, "I can take the tags off." Sara glared at her. She did not want to go out dressed like a whore. Her panties…her wet panties were almost visible under the dress as she bent down to put the boots on. The girl rung up their purchases and bagged everything. Sara and David left the mall to return to the truck. They struggled to fit everything in it, luckily there was a small area behind the seat. Next, they got something to eat. Sara winced as she walked into the restaurant and everyone stopped to stare at her. She was careful to pull the dress underneath her as she sat down. As they ate, Sara thought about running away, but her mind kept returning to what David would do to her. She thought of him catching her and pulling up her dress to spank her. After they finished their meal, David said, "I think you need to go somewhere and show off your dress." "Where?" She questioned. Something told her ...
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