When we got to the shops, Mistress Fabray debated with herself whether or not to use the leash. In the end she decided to let me walk without it this time and I inwardly sighed in relief, looking down at my lap. That's when I realised that if I sat down, you could see up my skirt because it was so short. There was no turning back now, I just had to hope that we didn't sit anywhere, at least near anyone we knew.
"Get moving, you filthy whore." Mistress Fabray snapped, breaking me out of my thoughts. I jumped out of the car, not caring if my skirt was tucked up, just wanting to please my mistress. I followed her through the mall, stopping in various stores until we finally came to Victoria's Secret. I bit my lip, knowing what she would want me to do here. She searched through various racks, finding lacy bras and panties for me to try on. Then she picked up a slutty French maid costume and threw that onto the pile as well.
"Try that all on, slut. I'll wait out here. I want you to show me every piece you try on and I'm not coning in there." she told me. I nodded my head and went into the change room and began trying on piece after piece of clothing, walking out into the main part of the store to show her each piece until I came to the slutty French maid costume. I slipped it on and was about to go out when I noticed it didn't cover my nether regions at all. It came to about halfway down my ass, leaving nothing to the imagination.
"What's taking so long, Berry?" I heard Mistress call, her voice coming closer. She swung the curtain aside and looked at me.
"I don't see what the problem is, slut. Everyone's seen your bits anyway, you're that much of a slut. Come on, get out there." she said and marched back to her spot in the main store. I took a deep breath and followed her. I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I made my way over to her, spun around and walked back to the changing room. When I'd put my original clothes back on, I took everything out to Mistress Quinn who immediately took everything to the counter and bought it all. Then she handed the bag to me and I followed her out of the store, my cheeks burning in embarrassment from the French maid incident. The next few shops we went into, Mistress Quinn took various crop-tops, mini-skirts and boob-tubes of the racks and bought them all. The second last shop we went into was not a clothing shop. Looking around, Mistress Quinn began to take items off the shelves. The things she picked up were whips, chains, vibrators and all sorts of other naughty toys. After buying all those, my arms felt like they were about to drop off from the weight of all the bags I was carrying. Finally, we went into the last store where Mistress Quinn bought twelve pairs of stilettos, all in different colours. We then made our way to the food court where Mistress told me to wait at a table while she ordered. While I waited, I saw a familiar head come towards me. I sank down in my chair, hoping he hadn't seen me but I was out of luck.
"Hey, Rach. Wow, you look, er, different." Finn stumbled over his words. I was about to answer him when I remembered Mistress telling me not to talk to anyone unless she said I could so I kept my mouth shut.
"Hello? Rachel, I'm talking to you." Finn waved a hand in my face, which I pointedly ignored. He kept trying to get my attention for a good five minutes before Mistress Quinn came back and told him to piss off. When he protested, she dumped his sorry ass, right then and there. He stood there, shell shocked for a moment before disappearing into the crowd. Mistress Quinn sat down and rewarded me for not talking to him by giving me a few golden French fries. I ate them quickly.
"Mistress Quinn, should this filthy slut be sitting on the floor by your feet?" I asked, suddenly realising.
"No. Not this time, slut. You've been good. When we go out in the future, though, you will be expected to sit on the floor by my feet." I nodded my head and watched her finish her lunch. She brushed off her skirt when she was done and then stood up.
"Clear the table, you dirty little whore and then come back here. We have one more stop to make before we head home." I snatched up the rubbish and took it all to the nearby bin, the people around watching intently as I interacted with my mistress. When I got back to her, she stalked off, leaving me to follow behind her. I wasn't paying attention to where we were going so when I looked up at the shop we stopped at, I gasped.
"I want to get you more permanently marked as mine, just in case something happens to your collar." she told me, dragging me inside. As we sat in the waiting room, me on the floor and Mistress Quinn on the chair, she handed me a little piece of paper. On it was a sketch of a pretty swirling pattern. A single star sat in the middle, enclosing a big Q.
"This way, everyone will know that you belong to me." Mistress Quinn told me as the tattoo artist came in. she took the paper from me and gave it to him, explaining that she wanted exactly that drawing tattooed onto my left waist. I followed them out to the back of the shop where I was told to lie on the bed. I did as I was told and winced when the needle pricked my skin for the first time. Mistress Quinn sat in a chair on the other side of the room, not paying much attention to me. It turned out that the tattoo was actually quite big and it stretched from the top of my pelvis to the bottom of my ribs. It was sore after it was done but I now felt proud to show off the pretty design to show who I belonged to.