I am watching my slut at the dressing table, she is applying her makeup. I could watch her do this for hours, she has dressed in lingerie prior to sitting down. She is adorned perfectly in the manner she knows I expect of her. The basque struggles to cover her nipples and I know with each step she takes they will try and pop out.
When she has finished she puts on the thin white blouse I have laid out for her and the black knee length pencil skirt. The whole ensemble is topped off with some hold up Cuban seam, lace top stockings that match her Cuban heel shoes. Of course no panties; I help her into the black jacket that matches her skirt and assist her in adjusting the white silk scarf around her neck.
Her day collar is still visible and only means anything to those in the lifestyle. I stand back and admire her, she looks like a senior librarian it is perfect for what I have planned. I move towards her and give her a peck on the cheek and move my hand beneath her skirt and into the folds of her pussy. "One thing missing," and I hand her the Lovense Dolce remote control vibrator, she pops it snugly into her cunt and adjusts it so it rests upon her G spot and her clit.
"We are off shopping," I announce cheerily at her with a wry smile on my face.
Her face lights up, "Oh Master where are we going?"
I mouth back almost silently, "Just get in the car."
A short drive later we pull into the car park of a large shopping centre. I pull up and help her out and we walk around eventually settling on a coffee shop to sit down and people watch. The waitress arrives and as she is about to set down the coffee I switch on the remote. My pet jumps and the waitress asks, "Is everything OK?"
I tell her, "Yes just fine, thank you." The waitress looks at me as if to say I was asking her then she turns to Mandi and looks at her and says in a knowing voice, "I like your choker, enjoy your day folks," and waltzes off. My pet's cheeks are bright red and she is grasping the table as I play with the remote control on my phone.
I slow the intensity right down as she sips her coffee and regains her composure. When she has finished I up the intensity and she grabs the table with both hands again; she is struggling to hold her composure. I dial down the vibrations and we leave.
She slips her arm through mine, sighs and says to me, "Sir I almost came in the coffee shop and I swear that waitress knows I am a sub."
"So what," I respond very casually, "she must be in the lifestyle to know what the collar stands for, she is probably one herself."
We pass several shops, some high class retailers others nationwide chain stores and food outlets. I stop at one particular shop and look in the window and tell her, "we are going in here."
My pet notices it is a shoe shop and squeals with delight to discover the windows and shelves are full of Louboutins, Jimmy Choo, Givenchy, Sergio Rossi and other well-known fashion shoes. We walk in and a well-dressed woman in her late thirties approaches us and asks my pet, "Can I be of any assistance."
I reply very quickly, "Yes madam would like some Laboutains, red, 4 inch stiletto heel and size 9.5."
The assistant looks at me and then at Mandy and announces, "Yes sir, one moment sir, If Madam would like to sit down?"