What woman in her right mind dislikes shopping?
None, that I am aware of. Therefore you can understand my elation when my Mistresses announced that we were all going to go clothes shopping! I rushed, practically romped through my chores, eager to set out on this adventure. I should have known that there would be a catch, a twist. After all, I was dealing with two devilishly erotic females who were constantly reveling in their developing power over me.
My first inkling came when I was told how to dress for the shopping trip. Susan informed me, "Use this blouse, and this skirt. No bra, and no panties, girl." The lack of underwear was only to be expected, I guessed. I put on the silky blouse that I was given, along with that rather conservative skirt, since it came to about mid thigh.
"Leave the two top blouse buttons undone," Barbara added. "Here are the shoes to wear. When you are dressed, check your appearance until we call you."
Looking in the mirror, I looked slightly slutty, so I felt a smidgen of apprehension about walking around in public like this. Thankfully, the heels on the shoes I was given were not too high. They placed my calf muscles into a slight state of contraction, showing my calves to advantage. I hesitate to complement myself, but I thought I looked pretty damn hot.
I was summoned to our front room, where I met my Mistresses. Both were wearing enigmatic smiles and holding things behind their backs. Barbara produced from behind her back what was obviously a butt plug, although it looked a bit strange. She lubricated it carefully as she ordered, "Raise the back of your skirt and bend over."
I did not hesitate. Submitting to the whims of my Mistresses thrilled me more and more, each time I did it. As I obeyed, I felt her lubed finger prodding my anal sphincter with the cool lubricant. She placed the tip of the plug at my opening, and start to press. The plug slid inward rather easily with minimum twisting, but I still gasped as I felt its shaft enter and fill me. As I was still getting accustomed to the sensation, I heard a tearing, ripping sound. I glanced up and saw Susan tearing a piece of tape from a roll. She then moved behind me, and I felt the tape attach from one of my ass cheeks to the other, firmly anchoring the butt plug into place.
My internal muscles must have protested slightly, because I felt them cramp and try to push the intruder out. But luckily, the tape held it fast, and it did not budge. I was pretty certain that if I had pushed it out, I would have been punished.
"Straighten up now, and lean back slightly. Raise the front hem of your skirt," Susan commanded.
As I complied, I also instinctively tilted my pelvis back, offering my naked pussy to her, since it was obvious to me that that is what she wished. My emotions come so easily to my face now. I am sure that both of my Mistresses saw a blend of surprise and apprehension as Susan started lubing the egg shaped piece of plastic that she was now holding. This device I knew. It was a remote controlled vibrator shaped like an egg. Therefore, I was not surprised as Susan parted my labia and pressed the egg smoothly up into my cunt. I felt it lodge into place, coming to rest against the butt plug, with only a thin wall of tissue between them. The feeling of fullness was amazing!
"Now, we can't risk that falling out in public either, can we?" opined Susan, as I heard another ripping sound, this time from the tape now in Barbara's hands. Swifter than I could think about it, the tape was placed across my labia, sealing the egg into my vagina. The surprise did not prevent me from noticing that my wonderful, caring Mistress was making certain not to seal the region of my pee hole, probably in case I found it necessary to urinate during this trip. "Okay girl, straighten up," Barbara said.
I did so, smoothing down my skirt, feeling the items inside me shift, heightening my awareness of their presence.
"Now, a brief test I think," declared Susan. She pulled from her purse the remote which controlled the egg, and briefly switched it on. Waves of vibration erupted deep inside me. I barely had time to moan before the vibrations ceased.
"Barbara?" Susan inquired. At this moment my back was turned to Barbara, so I did not see her also reach into her purse and pull out another remote. I was caught completely unawares when she switched it on and the butt plug came to life deep inside my ass! I inadvertently jumped and gave a slight shriek at the unanticipated vibrations.
Barbara quickly switched it off, and I tried to regain my composure. "I think it was a good idea for us to test these here in our home before taking our little slut out into public," Barbara chuckled.
"I quite agree!" Susan answered. She took hold of my chin to look into my eyes and asked, "Is that the way you are going to react while we are shopping?"
I swallowed hard and answered, "No Miss."
"Good!" she said.
Barbara then secured my collar around my neck. I was going to wear my collar in public! I felt the heat in my cheeks as my face flamed with embarrassment. My breath caught and my heart jumped as I considered the possibility that they might lead me around in public on a leash. (But that did not happen – at least, not at that time.)
We got into the car, Barbara driving, me in the passenger seat, and Susan in the backseat. During the drive, at random intervals, one or the other of the remote devices activated inside me! I thought that perhaps I would get used to the vibrations. But this was not to be, because my lovely tormentors never left either vibrator on long enough for me to become accustomed to it. I did manage to get my shrieks under control, merely moaning softly, and occasionally doubling over slightly as the vibrations coursed through the core of my body.
These actions sure took my mind off of the car trip. We soon arrived in town. I got out of the car, tried to make certain my hair did not appear too disheveled, smoothed my now wrinkled skirt as best I could, and attempted to adjust my collar properly.
"Walk ahead of us, girl. We want to watch your body move, and observe the reactions of the people that notice you," commanded Barbara.
I began walking through the town ahead of my Mistresses. I was not walking with my normal gait, and I was certain that I was receiving curious stares from passersby. I found myself walking with a sort of mincing step, dreadfully aware of the fullness within my pelvis.
It did not help much that my two mischievous giggling Mistresses, walking behind me, were intermittently switching on the vibrators. Each time the vibrations suddenly erupted within me, I groaned or I moaned, drawing attention to myself. Every once in a while both vibrators were turned on at the same moment, causing such sensations that my knees weakened and almost buckled. The distance between the stores seemed much greater than I had ever noticed it being before. Looking back on it, I can smile now, but the sweet agony at that moment seemed almost unbearable.
We did finally get to some stores. First we looked to find clothing for my Mistresses. They got so preoccupied looking at and trying on clothes that the vibrators were silent for a long time. Silent, but still filling me, front and back.
When we got to the shop that offered leather garments, Barbara and Susan found a treasure trove. They had me hold various outfits for them in the fitting room as they tried them for fit. And fit they did; like a glove. The black leather clung to their gorgeous curves, accentuating both their beauty and their aura of power – especially power over me. Apparently, since they were getting more and more comfortable dominating me, they felt they should look the part.
When they slipped their dainty feet and lovely calves into tall dark leather boots, I wanted to drop to all fours before them, and kiss and lick those boots. Later, I was to get my wish. But for now, pleased with their new outfits, they placed their purchases into the car, and we walked through more of the town to other stores to look for clothes for me.
Of course, with their hands now free, they brought the remote controls back into play, laughing softly at my discomfiture. Sweat had broken out on my forehead, but this was sort of a blessing. The arousal the vibrators were creating by now was causing me to leak around the tape across my pussy. My juices were slowly trickling down my thigh, some of it visible below the hem of my skirt. I could only hope that people staring at me assumed that was also sweat.
My Mistresses purchased several outfits for me that could be used in future role-playing situations. Like the maid outfit that I already had, these outfits, while covering certain essential parts of my anatomy, in many ways made me look more obscene than if I were stark naked. Not that I am complaining. I love pleasing my Mistresses. Anything that enhances their pleasure, anything that makes me more pleasing to their eyes, makes me very happy.
The routine at each store was much the same. I would be taken into a fitting room, where I would remove all of my clothing. (At the first store, I had to use my skirt to dry myself off, so I would not soil the garments I was trying on.) Then I would stand there without a stitch of clothing on, just wearing my collar, as Susan or Barbara would bring me items and watch me dress.
At the last store, after a couple of purchases were made, I thought we were done. As I stood, nude, in the fitting room, both Barbara and Susan entered. However, they were carrying no new clothes. Instead they picked up my skirt, blouse and shoes, and Susan said, "Kneel down, girl."
I was confused, but I did not hesitate, gracefully dropping to my knees. They then told me something that made my blood run cold. Barbara voiced it clearly, saying, "We are going to go out into the store and pick some woman at random, and send her into this fitting room. When she arrives, you are to use only your mouth to service her."
"Service, Miss?" I asked, hesitantly.
"Please don't act dense, slut! Use your mouth to make her cum!" Barbara snapped back at me.
My mouth instantly went dry with nervousness, and I gulped convulsively – to do this to a stranger!
"Do you understand?" asked Barbara.
