Claire was spinning with emotions. She had never been one for displays of public affection, she never walked hand in hand with her husband or any of the relationships that got past that first date. It had always been tacky and distasteful to her, but now she was having to stop herself from smiling. Kate picked up on this and stopped walking. Turning Claire toward her, “Are you ok baby girl?”
Claire melted as soon as she heard that name and beamed a big smile. Kate pulled her in for a kiss, and for a few seconds they were lost in each other, Kate running her hand down Claire’s back to her perfect slightly chubby backside, while battling with their tongues. Claire felt as if the world disappeared, there was just her and Kate and she could have stayed there for hours, until the car engine revving behind them made them both jump. They laughed, broke apart and continued to walk, hand in hand. Claire was more comfortable and realised that perhaps she had never wanted to show her affection before but that it was most likely that she had never felt real affection.
Kate led her straight into a shop, and to a rack of dresses. Kate held one up against Claire and then herself. “We are getting this one!” Kate said.
“Who for, me or you?” Claire asked.
“Us. We will share it.”
Claire thought about this, “but is it going to be at my house or yours?”
“Ours.”
“Yours and Stephen’s?”
“No. Ours.”
Kate picked up a further four dresses and threw them over her arm, taking Claire’s hand, pulling her to the changing rooms. Kate showed the items to the assistant who gave her a plastic sign with 5 on it, before pointing to an empty room.
Kate hung the dresses on the rail and turned to pull the curtain across.
Claire asked quietly, “When you say ours, what do you mean?”
Kate spoke quietly, aware that the assistant was outside.
“We were going to ask you tonight.”
Claire was shocked, “To, to move in?” she stuttered.
“To sign your contract and move in, yes”.
“Oh fuck, really? A contract? To be owned? And move in?”
“Yes.”
Claire surged forward, taking Kate by surprise, hugging her, kissing her, she whispered, “Thank you. I want that”.
“Good, now try this one on”.
Claire pulled her dress off, standing naked before Kate. She liked the way it felt, and to know that she was going to be asked to move in with her was overwhelming. Her eye’s teared up. Kate wiped a tear away with her thumb and kissed her.
Kate liked the way Claire looked in all the dresses and announced to Claire, that she was going to by them. Kate lent against the wall and watched Claire take the dress off and as Claire went to put her original dress back on Kate stopped her. “Wait”.
Kate physically manoeuvred her, so that she was stood facing the curtain. “Stand there.”
Claire wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but she was sure she needed to do exactly as she was told, “Yes, Mistress” she offered, letting Kate know she was prepared for what was to happen.
Kate had noted the layout of the changing rooms as they approached. There was a couple of chairs outside, where bored husbands would be deposited by shopping wives. They had a view into the rooms when the curtains were open. The assistant was stood to one side, and if she turned around, she could see into any of the rooms if the curtains were open.
Kate picked up the five dresses, put four over her arm, and held the other one together with the plastic tag in her hand, and opened the curtain fully. Claire stood perfectly still, looking down at the floor. “I will be straight back”.
Kate approached the assistant, “I am going to buy these, but I don’t want that one. My friend is going to put one of these on when I have bought it, ok?”
“Ok” answered the young assistant, glancing toward the room Kate had come out from, but not even noticing Claire stood naked showing herself to the world.
Kate returned quickly with her purchases pulling the chosen dress out of the bag and handing it to her, “Put this on.” Neither of them bothered to close the curtain. Kate took the previously warn dress and added that to the bag. “Come on”.
It was when Claire stepped out of the cubicle that the assistant seemed to realise what she had seen when she glanced over earlier. Her face contorted to show horror. Claire saw her expression and instantly her face blushed. She was embarrassed and humiliated, but something inside her felt fantastic, and instead of looking away from her, Claire caught the assistant’s eyes with hers and held the contact as she followed Kate.
An hour later, as they waited for the food to arrive and Kate sipped at her drink, Claire was still enjoying the feeling of the humiliation, and smiled to herself.
“What are you smiling at?”
Claire looked around, and even thought they were the only customers sat in that area, lent forward so she could speak at a lower volume, “When you left me stood there, you know with the curtain open?”
“Oh, you liked that did you?” Kate asked.
“I did, I really did, but….” Her voiced trailed off.
Kate cocked her head and raised an eyebrow, “But?”
“But no one saw me.”
“Disappointed where you?”
Claire hesitated, of course she was disappointed, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to let Kate know just how much. “A little” she said trying to be coy.
Kate nodded and smiled, just as the food arrived. Anyone who saw them would have thought they were friends out for shopping and lunch, maybe even lovers but there were no clues that one of them were owned.
Kate had always liked the look of Collars, and she had been keeping this in her handbag for a while. It was black velvet and when worn with the gold embroidered lettering at the back, looked like an elegant clothing accessory, but when the writing was at the front, it showed everyone what the wearer was.
Kate excused herself and walked away, calling me. I answered and Kate spoke urgently.
“So I can then?”
“Yes” and with that she went.
Kate returned to the table and pulled the gift box out of her bag, sliding it across to Claire.
Claire opened it, and her eyes teared up again. She ran her finger over the gold and couldn’t find the words to speak.
“Normally, you would get this when you sign the contract, but I couldn’t wait. Do you like it?”
“Yes, it is beautiful. Can I put it on?”
“Yes”
Kate explained that for the sake of discretion, the writing should be at the back when it was needed, and turned around when it was called for.
Claire had it in her hands, working out which side the catch should be on. If the catch was on the right, the writing was hidden under her hair. If the catch was on the left, the writing would be proudly displayed on her throat, and everyone would know.
Normally Claire would be panicking about which way she should wear it. Did Kate want her to wear it with the beautiful ornately embroidered “Owned” on display, or did she want it to be hidden under her hair so that only they knew? But Claire felt so proud, she wanted it on display, she wanted everyone to know that she would do anything for this beautiful woman and her husband. Claire put it on, without asking which way and smiled at Kate.
“It’s beautiful, thank you” she said as she ran her finger over the text.
Kate pulled out her phone and sent me a picture. Kate knew what I wanted before I had chance to type it.
OK, she replied.
Claire went into the restaurant’s toilets, panicking in case someone walked in. She stood in front of the full-length mirror, slipped her dress off and discarded it on to the sink. She clicked away and it felt good. She zoomed the camera, so it just had her face, her throat, and her bare breasts, clicking away. She felt turned on, but not in any normal way, it was intensified, and she knew she was close to an orgasm. She heard a noise, outside and she rapidly put her dress on and stood waiting. It must have been a male because nobody came in. Her mind shot to when she had pushed open that toilet door, and the sites she had seen that night, and how it had ended with her pissing on that man’s face.
She stepped out, but instead of going into the restaurant, she stopped where she was and waited. She could hear the hand dryer in the gents, and then as it stopped the door opened. She was face to face with a stocky mid-forties’ family man, or so she guessed.
He was surprised and tried to stop himself from falling over her.
“Hi” he said as he looked at her, Claire could see in his eyes the moment he noticed her Collar.
“Will you help me?” Claire asked, hurriedly.
“How? What? I’m here with my wife just having lunch”, he was intrigued but unusually worried.
“Just take a photo” Claire demanded as she pushed past him into the gents, firmly pushing her phone into his hand. He took it without realising what he was doing, and found himself, his wife outside the door, him now stood just outside the gents, with a phone in his hand. He wasn’t sure what to do, but Claire had known what she was doing, he wasn’t just going to throw the phone on the floor and walk out. He followed her, through the door to the gents, and as she came into view, she was slipping her dress over her head. Her arse looked fantastic.
He needed to run away, as fast as he could, but he couldn’t. Something was keeping him there. He stood open mouthed as Claire walked towards the porcelain pot and stood in front of it. She looked back over her shoulder, “Come on, take a picture”.
He fumbled with the phone and pointed it in disbelief. Clicking away, he watched as Claire used her hands to spread her buttocks. He was still clicking as Claire turned around and backed up to the pot, looking like she was sat in it. As she started to masturbate, he panicked, put the phone on the floor and left. This shocked Claire back to reality and she quickly picked up the dress, slipped it on and retrieved her phone. Heading out of the door.
Kate was starting to wonder what was taking so long, when she saw the man coming out looking flustered, and then she wondered what Claire had done. Claire followed him, looking like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth and the only thing that betrayed that was the word Owned, clear for everybody to see.
Claire passed her phone to Kate as she sat back down, and Kate started to flick through the pictures.
Kate couldn’t work out at first how she had managed some of the pictures, then she remembered the bloke who came out just before Claire.
She lent forward, “You are a dirty little slut” she whispered, “and a very good girl! Send these to Master, now!”
Claire hoped she would demand that, she wanted both Kate and I to enjoy them, and to see her proudly displaying her ownership.
Kate called for the bill and paid. Claire left the writing on display, and together they held hands, walking the short distance to the car.
Kate didn’t turn in the direction that she expected but headed out of Leeds a different way. Claire recognised the route. “Didn’t there used to be a double decker bus café down this road?” she asked innocently.
“Yes, just down here” Kate said as she pulled into the layby. “It closed a few years ago”.
Kate parked and clicked Claire’s seatbelt, so it sprang off. “Take your dress off”.
Claire was ready for the demand, and within seconds sat naked in the passenger seat. Claire wondered if she was to be made to walk in the woods and was a little disappointed when Kate reached across her and pulled the seatbelt back on.
Kate set off, and a couple of minutes later she was at the roundabout that led to the motorway, and she turned onto it. Claire knew this section of road, it was motorway for a couple of miles, then it split and the road towards home was dual carriage way and about a mile from the turning that would take them home, was a long layby, hidden from the road by trees, that was always full of trucks. Claire started to panic inside, but she couldn’t show it. Surely, she wasn’t going to drive there? It didn’t matter, Claire was ready to do anything Kate or I wanted, regardless, she was owned.
Claire was horrified, but not surprised when Kate indicated. She was surprised when she stopped at the entrance to the layby. From what Claire could see, there were only two trucks parked up. Kate unclicked the belt again.
“Time for a walk” Kate told her. “I will wait at the end, and I am going to video you, is that ok?”
“It has to be, I am owned” Claire said in a cocky manner while fingering the wording on her Collar.
Kate kissed her, “Good girl” as she opened the door for her.
Kate watched as Claire, naked except for her collar, set off walking towards the back of the first truck. Kate liked the way her arse wiggled, but she wanted to capture her walk on video. She drove past her, parked near the exit, and got out, leaning on the back of the car, getting the phone out. As she recorded, she decided to give a commentary.
As Claire did had walked the first 150 metres to the first truck, Kate noticed the driver, looking in his mirror, watching her. She watched as he wound down his window and stuck his head out, calling to Claire.
“Well I don’t know what he is saying to her, but don’t worry guys, I will ask her when she gets here. She seems to be having a right conversation with him”.
Kate watched as Claire turned around to face away from the driver and was gobsmacked when she saw Claire bend over and spread her buttocks with her hands.
“Fucking hell! Can you see this guys? Look at our dirty slut, I think that driver is having a wank! And our toy is giving him something to wank over! What a slut”
She continued to record and watch as Claire stood up turned around continuing her conversation with him. Kate found it amusing as she saw Claire wave at him and continue to the car. She got level with the second truck, but the driver appeared to have vanished, and both Claire and Kate felt a little disappointment.
“Well, her she is boys!” Kate carried on the commentary as Claire took the final steps towards her.
“So tell us Claire, what was that about? You appeared to be having a good conversation?”
“He asked if I was ok?”
“And what did you say?”
“I told him I was fine, and that I was doing what I was told by my owner.”
“What did he say?”
“He asked if I always did what I was told and I said only by you or Stephen”.
“Good girl, so how come you bent over?”
“He asked if he told me to suck his cock would I and I said no because he would need permission from you or Stephen, but I told him he could look at my pussy while he wanked. Was that ok mistress?”
“Good girl”. Kate said as she clicked off the video, “Very good girl” She pulled her into her and kissed her, giving her arse a quick grope.
“Put your dress back on and let’s go home. Stephen will be waiting”.
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