She tried to look nonchalant but she was failing. Her Master had "parked" her outside of Claire's while he was inside searching for the right toe rings for her nipples. He had parked her by tying two harmless strands of yarn to each wrist and tying them to the railing. She could have snapped the yarn in a second, of course, but she didn't. Her back faced the railing. Each wrist was "tied" to the rail on either side of her and she covered the strands with her hands so it was almost impossible to notice that she was tied.
She suspected he was peeking out, enjoying the view. She didn't move because he said not to and because she was dripping pussy juice.
He emerged. He came right up to her, waited for a quiet moment from the traffic walking by and boldly opened her coat just enough so he could push her bra aside and free her left nipple of the rubber band. There was a violent throb and she moaned but she kept her wrists still. He attached the ring and closed it at the base of her nipple just enough to ensure it wasn't going anywhere and that her nipple would stay rigid. He waited for a pair of walkers to pass and repeated the process on the other nipple. He closed up her coat, leaving the bra free of her breasts, her nipples adorned.
"Let's go bikini shopping, my girl."
He took her hand and broke the yarn rope and laughed at her "bondage."
"See, my sweet slut, you can be a good girl."
In minutes they were there. He ushered her in, left her standing and returned a moment later with several tiny strips of fabric.
"White, of course," she thought. "Those toe rings will stick out like thimbles."
He escorted her to the dressing room. "Let me have the coat," he said firmly, as propelled her to the door. She opened the belt and he lifted it off her shoulders as she went into the little dressing room.
"Pass the bra and panties out and I'll pass the suit in. Put it on and show it to me."
She reluctantly handed him the bra and panties. She caught a view of herself standing there naked, dripping, ben wah balls rattling inside of her, her stiff nipples ringed with cheap jewelry from Clare's.
" Another store," she thought, " that I'll never walk by again without my pussy gushing."
She felt an involuntary shudder, a swelling in her clit and her nipples throbbed.
At that instant the suit came over the top. It took her a minute to figure it out but it was scandalously small, her pubic area just barely hidden, her nipples protruding. It was just a string in the back. She stared at herself. She took a breath, opened the door and prepared to show him...but the bastard wasn't there. He was all the way across the store, looking at other suits.
"Oh, darling," he said, the seeming innocence in his voice so maddeningly coy. "Come, let me see."
She gritted her teeth and started towards him. It looked like miles across the store. It was when she was about halfway across the store in the mini-bikini that she remembered how red her spanked ass was and that, but for a string of useless cloth, it was in full view. She tried to make the best of it as she approached him and she slowed her gait. That's when she noticed that he was actually in conversation with the store bimbo who was just short enough to be barely visible above the rack he was examining. Some skinny little college-age thing.
"Great," she thought, but she was determined to get through it.
