This is a long story with numerous chapters. Be patient with it to let the characters develop. If you haven't read previous chapters I suggest you do so before you start on this chapter. The story is about Dominance, submission, humiliation, being used and ... well read on to find out. If you are looking for whips, chains and severe beatings you won't find that here. If you don't like any of the aforementioned subject matter I suggest you go read another story.
I appreciate all of your feedback. There has been several discussions over the category. This story a whole is probably better suited for D/s category which is BDSM. I will put tags for BDSM but for now I am leaving it in the LW category. I hope you don't get caught up on the category and just enjoy the story.
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Chapter 9
It was several weeks later in mid-February before we got to go on our shopping trip. Chris's tattoo is healing nicely. I paid for the tattoo with my bonus and I brought the balance with us. Its mid-Saturday morning as we're leaving what is now our favorite weekend breakfast spot.
We went to the gym before breakfast. I noticed Chris was disappointed that we haven't seen James or Bradley since she received her bare ass spanking in front of them. I showered and changed into jeans, and a shirt at the gym. It'll be overly warm in the mall so I opted for an overcoat instead of a sweater.
I made my very shy slut wife shower at the gym even though she hates being naked in front of strangers, even in the women's locker room. She didn't bring nice clothes like I told her and wore a pair of ragged old sweats. I have a day of fun planned and she needs a much nicer outfit. I told her to bring a short skirt, see through blouse and three inch CFM shoes. Her reluctance to follow my instructions excites me at the possibilities of administering her punishment. I'll have to ask Chris if she does it on purpose to get punished. Or maybe she's manipulating me to buy her a new outfit. Or maybe it's both. I chuckle to myself.
She's excited about clothes shopping. She has lost two dress sizes from our change in diet and exercising. She doesn't know that I'll be picking out all of her clothes today and she will not be able to wear them to work or out with the family. I pulled her into one of the more upscale, snooty clothing stores and picked out several skirts and blouses. When she was in the dressing room I scooped up her ragged sweats and went into the mall to find a garbage can. Everything went in the garbage. She'll wear what I picked out for her or she can go naked. The feeling of control is so strong that I was almost dancing. The pit of my stomach is on fire, burning with excitement.
She stepped out of the fitting room for me to see the outfit. My cock sprang to full attention at the sight of her. I motioned for her to turn around. She looked at the bulge in my slacks and giggled. "Sir, can I try on the other one before you decide? I think you'll like it even better." I nodded my head slightly and she bound off to change outfits. Her nipples are visible through the transparent material of her top. I don't want her arrested or to be exposed to any children as we continue our shopping so while she was changing clothes I picked out a light sweater to cover her almost naked breasts.
We were the only customers in the store allowing the clerk to give us her full attention. She was standing close by as Chris came out of the fitting room explaining "the skirt style is an inverted pleat." It's dark red, hung loosely around her thighs and stopped about a hands length above her knees. The clerk is a snob. She continued "the blouse is button up, pleated and gathered at the sleeves. The sheer material is usually worn over a camisole or at least a bra." I could see Chris' entire body through the sheer white material of the blouse. Her face and body turn bright red with embarrassment.
I handed Chris the sweater and she smiled, her face returned to its natural color. "Leave it unbuttoned unless I tell you otherwise. Perfect, now it will hang open and I can see your tit valley. But your nipples will stay covered."
Chris grabbed my arm pushing her bra-less breast on either side. She looked up at me with this cute, shy innocent smile. It's Chris' way of cuddling when she needs to feel extra close or safe. She whispered in my ear "I feel we're connected and I feel safe when I cuddle you. I hope it's OK." She didn't wait for an answer and kissed me. "Sir I love how you've been making me do my yoga." Then she kissed me again and again whispered in my ear "no vanilla". My cock was already hard from the sight of her and it was noticeably visible through my jeans as it twitched. She cupped my balls and cock grinning like the Cheshire cat and said loud enough so the clerk heard "maybe we need to get you a sweater too?"
The clerk spun around and went to answer the phone. Chris followed the clerk and when she was close enough for the clerk to see the bumps on her puckered areolas she flung the sweater over her shoulder and did a fashion show twirl "Sir, does my outfit please you."
"Oh very much so my..." I paused. It wasn't appropriate to call her by her name and I don't want to always call her slut in public. I need something; special. "It pleases me very much, Toy. I like that as a pet name for you. Toy fits you perfectly." Chris turned crimson. She knew what it meant, sex toy. She is my sex toy.
The sales clerk behind the counter had no idea what was going on. I noticed her name tag said Jennifer the Assistant Manager. Jennifer is in her mid-forties, well dressed and on the snooty side. She has a fair complexion, red hair that was cut short and very sexy.
Jennifer moves with grace, almost like a model. She has a simple bracelet and a wedding ring on her right hand but no other jewelry. Her blue pumps nicely accent her "A" line gray skirt that hugged her narrow hips. I caught just a glimpse of the outline of a garter belt holding up nude silk stockings, not pantyhose. The light pink blouse she wore is very stylish with a very high collar. When Jennifer bent forward to pick up a hanger off the floor I noticed bruising on her neck. She also had bruising on one of her ankles. I've seen it often enough in porn movies to know it was probably caused from hand cuffs a collar or being choked. I also noticed she had a lot of make up on one eye. She's been hit in the face, collared or choked and handcuffed. Chris didn't notice a thing.
Chris looked at me with an evil grin, then she glanced at Jennifer "Sir, I'm a little sore from our, umm, recent activity. Can I suggest that you buy me a pair of panties and a bra for my outfit?" Playfully both of us adopted English accents and were roll playing, trying our best to imitate actors from the Sherlock Holmes era.
It is comical watching Chris as she attempts to make the sales clerk blush in retribution for Jennifer's comments about her not wearing a bra with the see through blouse. I played along. "Humm, you know how I feel about bras. A bra is out of the question. I want to be able to see your titties swing and sway. And I want to see those beautiful nipples making peaks on that sweater. Of course you can have panties my dear Toy."
The clerk was red faced. Chris smiled with satisfaction. I turned to the clerk "could you show us where ladies crotch covers are kept? Ummm, the very skimpy ones." Jennifer blushed again, leading us to the panty display. I thought Chris would break her face with her huge smile. She was desperately holding back a laugh. I picked up a black thong the size of a tablespoon and showed it to Chris. I looked at Jennifer with curiosity. If her bruises were from being a sub it was interesting that she was shy about our sexual tension in the air and that she blushed. For just an instance I thought about asking Jennifer if her master made her go without a bra but let it drop. Today is a day for my Toy to be stretched.
Chris picked up a brilliant white, shiny, satiny pair that were not thong style but very stylish and sexy. "Sir, these will be much easier to see under my dark skirt." She said coyly.