You can’t transform someone without a little effort which is how I came to take Princess shopping on a Saturday afternoon. She needed clothes that capture her mixture of innocent looking and yet slutty minded and my Master had given me the responsibility to find them for her.

I started emphatically with a white rubber skirt. All schoolgirlish charm until you get close up and realise its latex inspired ways. Just a pity that there was no room to misbehave in the changing rooms while she was wearing it.

Then an impulsive wander into a store neither of us had heard of paid dividends with a beautiful black lace bra, a leather skirt, a very short tennis style skirt that cries out for no underwear and a black dress that just needs stockings and suspenders to complete the look.

I was amused to see how easy it is for two women shopping together to share a changing room like friends on a day out. None of that being banished to lurk around outside like when you’re a man. This changing room was more spacious and I got as far as stripping off but the pressure of people queuing right outside prevented me from ordering Princess to go further.

I knew my Master wouldn’t be happy when he had specifically instructed Princess to lick my clit in every single changing room when we were out. I needed somewhere the noise of other people would cure my nerves not increase them.

Like so many things on the British high street, the answer was Marks and Spencer. The changing rooms in Oxford Street are spacious and just public enough to get private. Plus Princess needed a white shirt to go with that leather skirt.

Wearing only her shirt, Princess finally got to lick my dripping wet cunt as I leaned against the wall of the changing room hearing other women on either side discussing their day to day lives, completely unaware of the orgasm happening just beside them.

I’m not sure which felt filthier afterwards: seeing Princess with the lipstick she stopped off to apply in MAC on the way to M&S smeared all over her now soaking wet face or seeing my cunt covered in it as I got dressed again. Either way I suspect we were the only people having so much fun in amongst the non iron shirts and practical shoes today.

Next stop was much more overtly sexual with a trip to Ann Summers for lingerie. One of my orders to Princess is to get her wearing the kind of underwear that is the opposite of practical. We weren’t able to share a changing room here but she did leave with a black harness bra so sexy I was soaking wet again instantly.

My Master seemed to approve of our excursion so far and ordered me to send Princess home dressed for him to take her out. One last changing room and I had her dressed in that harness bra with a top sheer enough to hint at it underneath and the leather skirt before taking her home, very pleased with her obedience.

By the time I’d walked in the door, my Master had sent me a photo on her on her knees with his cock in her mouth. I think he liked the bra as much as I did…

lipstick smeared


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