This Little Piggy Goes to Maret

Piggy picked me up in his car. It was spotless, and he was wearing the hat I instructed him to wear when driving me. He looked so cute when he was serving me. We are going to my favourite shopping centre to buy the gifts that I knew I deserved. I know we are both excited!

I got in the back. If he was good today I'd ride home in front, but for now he'd have to admire me in the rearview mirror. I caught him looking.

"£10 already, and the day is just getting started, Piggy! It's going to be an expensive one, isn't it?"

"Yes, my Queen." he replied, forcing his eyes back to the road.

I lounged on the back seat as much as the seatbelt allowed. I am 5 feet 10 and have an incredibly ample rear end. I love my figure--all soft curves. I weigh around 150 kg, and I fully inhabit any space I'm in.

We arrived at our destination, and Piggy dropped me directly outside and went to park the car. I left my handbag for him to carry and sauntered in. "I'll be in Sephora; don't keep me waiting."

Less than 5 minutes later, he came trotting in after me. I was looking at nail polish. I already had at least £100 of stuff in my basket. A glance at my grinning, excited face cost him another £10 fine.

"I'm not sure about this colour. Let me try it on you to see if it goes with my handbag." I painted a nail. The shop is empty except the sales clerk. I'm sure she can't see or hear us, although there's probably a security camera somewhere.

I liked the polish and add it to the basket. I lean in and tell Piggy how pretty he looks with his nails painted. "I'm going to order you to come to the salon with me one day, and we'll get you a full manicure." He squirms at the idea. Sitting next to me while someone makes him pretty is both his idea of heaven and a source of some discomfort for him. I'll have to make some enquiries at nail salons to see if they'd be okay with us playing there. I'm not one for forcing my kink on unsuspecting people.

I announce that I'm finished and hold out my hand. Piggy gives me his card, and I pay the total of £127.48. I know that Piggy is sweating already. He knows we're just getting started.

I thank the lady behind the till, and we head for shoes.

I want some sandals. I have looked online, and there are a few different ones I know I want to try on. They will all look fantastic on me. Piggy is being good so I invite him to watch me try them on. Sometimes I have him sit with his back to the door while I try on shoes, summoning him to pay the bill only after I've picked what I want. I know this is torture to him; he loves watching me slide shoes over my perfectly manicured toes. I see his glee as we enter together, arm in arm.

The sales clerk here is a friend. She knows about our lifestyle, and I always pick quiet days to invite him in. Piggy also always gives her a generous tip for her help. There is no one else in the store, and so I have Piggy remove my shoes. I'm wearing some very light see-through socks so that I can see how the sandals look with bare feet. I hold out my foot and he slips on the first pair I've chosen. "Ohh, aren't they lovely?" I ask.

"Yes, my queen," he murmurs. I have a quick look around the store; just my friend, the sales clerk, is here. "Louder, pig."

"Yes, my queen," he says loudly and confidently, meeting my eyes. I am proud of him. I smile and say, "£30." He smiles too and drops his eyes to my feet. I know he's enjoying the view of my feet almost as much as he likes the one of my face.

I choose two of the five pairs I try on. They look fantastic. We are still alone in the shop as we check out. "Piggy has been good today." I tell my friend. "Oh good, will he be generous too?" She holds out her hand. "Yes, ma'am," he says, handing her a bundle of notes. I suspect it's about £100. "Oh, good boy! I like this one!" The clerk turns to me. "He'll enjoy being under those heels, won't he?"

"Haha, absolutely!" I laugh "He is being a good little paypig today!" I ruffled his hair. He looks mortified, but I can tell from how he is standing that my touch just made him as hard as a rock.

"Right, one more stop, Piggy, and you'll enjoy it." I say goodbye to my friend and walk out the shop. Piggy follows, loaded up with bags and walking demurely behind me. I lead him to a shop specialising in plus-size clothing. I love their lingerie, and we visit nearly every time we come here. I pick out 5 or so matching sets in my size. I chose some red sets and some green sets, I look fantastic in both. One can never have too many sets when Piggy is paying. A beautiful electric blue lacy set also catches my eye. I put it in the basket.

I have been holding up the sets to Piggy and asking for his opinion. He'd racked up another £40 from eye contact by the time I'd finished shopping for me. I then switched sizes. I know my Piggy loves to wear lingerie. He looks fantastic in sexy black lacy things and cute pink baby dolls. He notices the style and size change of what I'm browsing. I smile, and he costs himself another £10 by eagerly catching my eye.

You like this one, don't you? I ask, holding up a sheer teddy with some fluff around the bottom. He smiles and quietly says, "Yes, my queen." I put it in the basket and looked for something sluttier. I find a cute black thong. I love watching him serve me with his arse on display. I put that in as well.

"£212," says the woman at the till. "Is there a special occasion?" she asks Piggy directly.

"Oh yes," he says, smiling at her. "Every day is a special occasion when I'm lucky enough to be with my love."

The woman smiles, looking slightly envious. My Piggy is so eloquent when he speaks about me.

Back in the car, I tell Piggy it's time for his fine. It totals £70. He transfers it to me, and the game is over. I do sit in the front, and he drives us to my place. I take his hand and place it on my lap. He starts to stroke the inside of my thigh. He knows to keep his eyes on the road.

He can feel the wetness on my thighs as he strokes further and further up. He drives into the garage, parks, and gives me his full attention. Parting my lips with his fingers, he circles my clit, dancing in and out, almost teasing. My orgasm builds, and he keeps stroking. He knows exactly how to move those fingers, stroking the folds of my skin until I am moaning and moving to meet those fingers myself. He dips gently into my vagina, pumping with his two fingers and curling them to hit that spot right at the back of my clitorus. He strokes a few times before withdrawing and lavishing attention on my clit again. I let out a long unique groan. Even without the gush of liquid that had enveloped his hand he would know I had come. He withdraws his hand and waits. "Oh, good Piggy, you may lap up your reward." He puts his fingers in his mouth and sucks off my juices. "Perhaps, if you are good, I'll let you drink that nectar straight from the source tonight." "I'll be good, I promise my queen."

I know he will. He's a good Piggy and we have the whole weekend together.

I'm very much looking forward to it.