Miranda parked up and had to pull Geraldine out of the car. Miranda whipped her ass once with a leash. "You will do as you are told, you naughty pet, or I'll have to clip this leash to you're collar and drag you around the mall. Got that, Susie, pet?" Miranda asked, while looking fiercely into her pet's eyes.
Geraldine fingered the collar on being reminded of it. It belonged to a pet that died last year, and now she wore it as a stark reminder of the dire relationship enforced upon her, by the damn girl. It still had the pet name on the front, Susie, so that's what Miranda called her.
"Sorry, mistress, please don't put me on a leash," Geraldine grimaced.
The ignominy of wearing the collar was bad enough, and having to bend to this torturers will was infuriating. Miranda was only eighteen compared to her thirty-two years of age, yet the inexperienced girl had her blackmailed into a corner.
Geraldine had to admit she wasn't worldly wise, having been protected and pampered all her life. This girl was streetwise enough to take advantage of her, before she had a chance to think what to do, and had kept her off balance ever since.
Geraldine was shocked into the present, on seeing her reflection in the window of a store front. Her body was reflected back at her through the light cotton dress, with a clearly seen white thong and half cup bra. Everything was on show! She hurried to catch up with her mistress, having to keep close, as the only means of protection.
She was a pillar of the community, chairing several local action groups, and a member of important committees. To be seen like this would cause a stir among that social elite. Her hand went to the collar again and she wondered what fellow committee members would think. She could hardly shrug it off as sentimentality over a lost pet.
"Pay attention pet-girl! Is pet's mistress going to tether her pet out here like a bitch, or is it going to behave?" Miranda asked, in a harsh voice.
Geraldine looked around wishing the girl would keep her voice down. "Yes, mistress," she replied.
"You've been trained to reply better than that, now tell me which it is to be," Miranda asked, with obvious annoyance.
"Susie, will obey mistress and behave like a well trained pet-girl, mistress," Geraldine replied quickly. There was a couple approaching, and she didn't want the embarrassment of them overhearing. As infuriating as it was to speak like that, she had to yield to the girl's audacious demands, giving her yet another victory.
The leash had a lock at each end, which would make it impossible to break free, and she knew by now it was no idle threat. The thought of being tethered outside, like her pet Labrador, was too dreadful to contemplate.
People passing would think it was a joke or a university prank and laugh at her. Some would join in the joke and stop to stroke her, especially the men. Seeing the collar, they were bound to call her Susie, and the thought of it produced an involuntary shudder.
People had made a fuss of her pet Labrador, so the image of it happening to her, being reduced to a dumb pet, was terrible. A gang of young guys might not just pat her head. If one of them took advantage it would encourage the others to do the same, until she had hands all over her body.
The original Susie would have enjoyed it but not this pet. What if an irresponsible pet owner let their dog sniff her, or try to mount her in public? The idea of being at the mercy of any passers by, might give her an insight as to how it would have been for her pet Labrador, but it was an experience to be avoided.
She looked around again hoping no-one heard the demeaning statement, keeping close to her mistress as though still on a leash. At least inside the mall the bright sunlight wouldn't shine through the dress. It was a rough, rundown place, so she was unlikely to meet anyone she knew.
"Stand there, Susie, pet," Miranda said. She watched her pet dutifully obey, under the threat of a punishment, or some enforced humiliating act. It was so amusing she wanted to laugh at the stupid woman. She looked in the window pretending to examine the display of shoes. Instead she scanned the mall in its reflection.
A guy turned to his friends pointing at her pet. A spotlight shone through the dress giving them something interesting to watch. They began taking out camera phones, taking snaps of her pet-girl. Miranda was happy to give them a thrill, and hoped they might have the guts to amble over, to embarrass her pet.
What she was really looking at was a store, tucked away in a corner of the mall. An old school friend appeared at the door and beckoned to her. That meant the way was clear.
"See those guys over there, Susie, pet?" Miranda asked.
Geraldine glanced over to where the girl looked and was appalled. A group of scruffy guys were taking photos of her, not very tactfully either. The lurid expressions on their faces told her the awful truth of why. She looked down at the dress, then into the store window, to see a spotlight was the cause. The dress was illuminated like a lampshade, with her body clearly visible through it.
"Mistress, please," she begged, imploring with her eyes to be led away.
"Does pet want to go and play with the boys?" Miranda asked. Her pet shook its head vigorously. "I could leave pet with them while I shop. They might like a hot bitch to play with. They look like very wicked boys with nasty games in mind," she teased. "Remember, pet needs mistress for protection, pet-girl," she sternly stated.
"Yes, mistress, thank you for looking after your pet-girl, mistress," Geraldine said, with a shudder. She looked at the bunch of guys, seeing on their faces what games they would like to play, and not liking it at all. She pressed close to Miranda, knowing she really did need protection.
Miranda took a hold of her hand as though it were a leash, to walk over to the store she had been watching. There was no fancy display in this window, just a black cloth draped behind it, with an anonymous name above the door. Her pet didn't care what it sold, just so long as she could get out of the limelight.
It took a little while for her to realize what she had walked into. Geraldine let out a little whine of anguish on seeing she was in a sleazy sex shop. She looked toward the door then back at the lurid displays. Her shoulders slumped in resignation knowing she dare not walk out there, where those young guys would be waiting for her.
"Hi Miranda, how you doing," Kate asked. Not waiting for a reply she reassured her friend. "Janet won't be in until this afternoon, so you've got a couple of hours. Who's this then?" she asked.
"Oh! This? It's my new pet-girl," Miranda bragged, reacting as though she was used to the woman being at her heel. Shrugging her shoulders as though it was nothing, she winked at her friend, reminding her to join in the game.
"It's a nice looking pet, a good smooth clear skin, very cute!" Kate enthused.
"Lets get started, I have a lot of ideas for stuff," Miranda said, in a determined tone. She clipped the leash to her pet's collar leading the woman to the back of the store, into a changing room.
"Get that dress off, Susie," she ordered. Seeing how nervous and reluctant the pet was she decided to cajole the woman, instead of thrashing her. "Susie doesn't want to go outside in that thing. I'll get something to cover up my lovely pet. I don't want everyone ogling my naked pet," she added.
