Staci was silent as we continued our journey. There was such a look of worship in her eyes towards me when I finally removed her blindfold; I wondered if she would ever speak to me unbidden again.
"How do you like your new jewelry?" I asked. It would have been stupid to ask her if she was sore.
"They are beautiful. You do not know how much they mean to me, but then again, you probably do."
"They highlight your natural beauty."
Staci sat there quietly feeling the discomfort of the piercings, yet at the same time thrilled to her deepest depths. Never had she imagined being with someone strong enough to do such a thing to her. In less than a day, Mark had already satisfied more of her desires than all of her previous lovers. She just hoped her dark desires to be completely dominated and subjugated to pain would not be too much for him.
Delving within her own mind as to what the future might hold for her, the rhythm of the moving vehicle lulled her into a contented sleep. The slightly reclined seat cradled her small form, keeping her from slipping to the floor. The morning sun brought out the golden hues in her hair, which some how seemed to sparkle, matching the sparkle of the rings in her exposed nipples. Soft snores echoed within the vehicle, sounds of an individual who has lapsed into a restful sleep.
He enjoyed the view of her gently rising chest as he drove to their next destination. Some would probably think him weak for letting her sleep, but he knew they were wrong. He wanted her rested and at her very best. How else would she be able to provide him with the very best service possible? Only a fool would fail to properly care for his sub, thereby limiting her ability to be everything for him.
As they pulled into the parking area of their next destination, the unevenness of the driveway was enough to wake her. Raising her arms above her head, she stretched gracefully. Her arching back proudly displayed her full breasts to him and anyone else who might have been looking their way. Shamelessly, she brought her hands down to cup her own breasts. Deliberately, she rotated the rings in her nipples, relishing the sting of the movement in her still very tender flesh.
Shaking his head in amusement, he spoke to her. "Quit playing with yourself and get your clothes buttoned up. We have some shopping to do. Afterwards, we will go to lunch."
"Yes sir," she replied with a shy smile.
As we walked down the street, she followed slightly behind me, heeling me as best she could. Unfortunately, the crowdedness of the sidewalk made it almost impossible, but I had to give her credit for trying. People almost seemed surprised to see her small form behind me as my large form knifed through the living sea of people. It has always amazed me how people instinctively seem to get out of my way.
I remembered bringing it up in a psychology class once I had taken several years ago. The teacher, an older woman, had looked me straight in the eyes and uttered the word "power" to me.
"You radiate power. People react to the confidence you project without even realizing you are projecting it. Just as they are inclined to accept your suggestions since they instinctively feel you are there to lead them."
The discussion had gone on for the whole hour as the entire class discussed individuals of history who must have possessed such charisma. While I knew I wasn't in the league of any of history's greats, I did start to notice when individuals deferred to me. It amazed me how often people turned to me for suggestions on topics I knew next to nothing about. Many times I was tempted to capitalize on opportunities which were offered to me. However, I like to be able to look at myself in the mirror and not be ashamed of my actions.
Of course, many people would consider the way I had used Staci as a good reason to not be able to look at myself in the mirror, but not me. To me it was as natural as rain falling from the sky or the changing of the seasons. My dominance over her reflected the natural order of nature. After all, the majority of animal species on our planet existed in the same type of hierarchy.
Staci almost ran into my back as I abruptly stopped in front of a simple wooden door recessed in the solid red brick wall. The only thing on the door was the name, "PAMELA'S". One would have to be informed to have any idea of the wares which the owner offered for sale. As the shop occupied the basement, a flight of stairs going downward was the only thing visible to other passersbys on the street. A second door at the bottom of the steps simply read, "PAMELA'S INTIMATE ITEMS".
Staci followed me quietly as I pushed the door open. The simple sound of her increased breathing rate made it quite clear she was very excited about where we were at. The whole room was filled with displays of clothing for the sexually minded to wear. In all of my years of shopping, I had never found another shop which offered as large of a selection. If it existed on the market, it was probably here.
"Hello, my name is Jenny," the sales clerk introduced herself to me. "How may I be of service to you today, sir?" She did not talk to Staci. She could tell immediately as to what our relationship was by the way we had entered the shop.
"My girl is in need of whole new wardrobe befitting her station. I want a wide variety of colors and materials. I expect her apparel to be functional while accenting her natural charms."
"Yes sir," the clerk replied.
"Follow Jenny and do as she tells you,' I commanded Staci. "Make sure you address her properly."
"Yes sir," Staci replied this time.
The clerk never asked how much I was willing to spend. You didn't shop at PAMELA'S if money was a concern. You shopped here for the quality and variety offered.
"Come along girl, we will start in the bra and panty section and move our way up to more sophisticated clothing from there," commanded the clerk.
"Yes mistress."
With Staci in the skilled hands of the clerk, I moved across the room to another simple wooden door made of oak. Behind it was where I would do my shopping. There was no name on this door for the items offered behind it might offend some members of the community who might by chance come down to the clothing area.
"My name is Angela," intoned a young lady as I was greeted by the sales clerk of the second room after I came through the door. "May I be of assistance to you?"
"Yes you may. You may carry my purchases for me."
