"You might as well give up now, if you think you're going to find anything here that'll work on me." Annie said as she and Lily entered the store.
"You can talk big as much as you want, it's not going to matter much longer." Lily replied as she rolled her eyes. She hated leaving the house on a Saturday, but she was making a special exception for Annie. Even then, she'd left the house wearing an oversized, loose grey t-shirt that slipped off of one shoulder and went past her hips, tight black yoga pants, and flip flops; she just hoped no one she knew could see her dressed like this without any makeup on.
"Right. Like any of this junk actually works." Annie folded her arms underneath her chest as she followed along after Lily. Unruly as she was, the leash Lily was holding would deliver a nasty shock to Annie if she let it go too taut. Like most slaves, her clothing was minimal, a small blessing in the hot summer weather. All she wore was the collar around her neck and a thin chain around her waist, a three-inch wide strip of cloth dangling down on either side of it to provide her just enough modesty to be tempting while doing little to actually hide anything.
"Just you wait and see." Both girls shivered as they stepped out of the humid heat and into the cool, air-conditioned store. It was brightly lit with high ceilings and long aisles. Everywhere they looked were shelves stocked with the very latest in slave accessories and products. Most of it was mundane items like clothing and bondage gear, but there were more exotic items for sale mixed in as well.
"Oh. Maybe we should get a Milker set. It would fill you out a bit, and girl milk is so very, very sweet." Lily said as she considered the packaged box at eye level of the aisle. It included two sets of long holstein-patterned gloves and stockings, a high-power breast pump, a brain-pacifying headband with adorable cow ears, and a twelve month supply of bovine formula, guaranteed to give a girl an extra four cup sizes and produce one quart of milk a day when taken as directed.
"Sure. If you don't mind me spitting in that milk first." Annie grinned. She was a slave, but that didn't mean she had to like it, or that she had to put up with any of Lily's crap. She still had basic human rights, including protection from cruel and unusual punishment, so while she couldn't change her fate, she could at least be more trouble than she was worth for her new mistress.
It was slowly driving Lily crazy. If she couldn't find something here, she was considering selling Annie off and saving up for a more well-trained girl, "Maybe a chastity belt then? See how much more submissive you become after a week without masturbating."
Those came in a wide variety of styles. There were the classics, big bulky devices made of solid metal that relied on brute force to keep a girl from touching herself. Alongside those were more modern methods: cute, skimpy panties that a girl couldn't remove no matter how hard she tried, that dulled the sex. Rectangular stickers that did the same thing and were meant to be applied over a slit. For owners that still wanted use of a girl at the same time, topical gels that would numb the affected area for days at a time.
"I mean...okay? I don't masturbate anyhow though." Annie shrugged.
Lily looked at her, her mouth hanging slightly ajar. Masturbation was a daily habit for her and the idea that it was something that an attractive slavegirl like Annie did without was difficult for her to process, "You're kidding, right?"
"No...? Not everyone is a pervert like you. Obviously." More than anything else, Lily couldn't stand the way Annie would talk to her as if she were an idiot, incapable of grasping the obvious.
"Maybe I'll just get a mind wipe for you then!" Lily threatened. Mind wipes were expensive but effective, capable of erasing a slave's personality completely and replacing it with the programming of their choosing. Skills could be downloaded, turning them into eager, submissive servants that were experts in massage and cooking both. Alternatively, personality uploads based on celebrities were popular. Some even had copies of their own personality uploaded in a slave, vicariously living out their own submissive fantasies in a new body.
"Your daddy loves you, but not that much." Annie said with a grin. She knew it was an empty threat. Mind wipes cost more than twice the price of a slavegirl, and not even a spoiled princess like Lily could get one just because she was annoyed.
"Unnngrrrh!" Lily threw her hands to her side and made a high pitched growl in the back of her throat, "Just you wait! I'm going to—!"
"Hello there, ma'am. Would you like some help finding what you're looking for?"
Both girls turned around to see the store clerk who had interrupted their little spat, their heads tilting up in unison as they looked at him; At 5'5, Annie was three inches taller than Lily, and the man was at least a foot taller than her. Dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt with the store logo at the breast, he had the broad shoulders, a strong jaw, and big hands that made Lily bite down on her lower lip and completely forget to answer his question.
Annie was the first to recover, "Ah...we're good. Just looking around. Don't think we really need anything tod—"
The employee put his hand on top of Annie and pushed down firmly, enough to make her bow her head, "Shhh...I'm speaking with your Mistress right now. A good slave doesn't interrupt."
"Yes, sir..." Annie said with a breathiness that Lily didn't know she was capable of.
The man kept his hand on Annie as he turned back to Lily, "So just what is it you're looking for, ma'am?"
Lily swallowed-why hadn't she left the house dressed cute?-summoned up her courage, and flashed her best smile at him, "Your phone number?"
He grinned back at her, "Well aren't you forward? I dig that. But surely you didn't come all this way just looking for a date."
She felt a surge of triumph, made all the sweeter with Annie there to see it, "Awesome! Yes. Um...her. She's the worst. She's always talking back to me and rolling her eyes and slacking off and...and everything else you can imagine a terrible slave doing."
The employee pulled back on Annie's ponytail, making her head raise up so he could see her eyes, "Is that true?"
Annie looked like she had been caught with her hand stuck in a cookie jar, though Lily didn't think that flush on her face was from shame alone, "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."
