A makeover (switch to Caroline POV)

You look at the shopping list as you feel the crusty cum harden on your face. The following things are listed:

Dog collar
Leash
Leather corset
Dildo - 10 inches at least
Anal beads
Leather whip
ball gag
black eyeshadow
black lipstick

You take a deep breath. This is happening. And it should be. It's not like you care any more. No, you think, that's not true. You do care. You care that this is happening. You want it to be happening.

All your life you've wanted to be sexually adventurous and now it's happening. It's beyond happening. You may have to give up your freedom, but so what. Freedom is boring.

This is exciting.

Your wet thighs tell you that.

So you get into the car. The first stop will be a corner **** store, just to get the makeup. Then on to the nearest sex shop.

Paying should be easy, you think. You'll just offer to suck off the cashier. You've sucked off plenty of guys. Never quite like this, but it doesn't matter. You know what your lips are for.

You see the teenage boy stare at you immediately as you enter the **** store. His eyes follow you. What did he notice? The cum on your face? The fact that your tits are almost completely visible through this barely-there top?

You grab your eyeshadow and lipstick. They don't have black, but dark purple should do. You head to the register.

Poor boy, you think as you stare at him, unable to stop staring at your tits. He clears his throat. "thirty dollars and fifteen..."

"I don't have any money" you interrupt him.

He just stares back. "You don't?"

"Why don't I come back around there and show you why I don't need money." you say, licking your lips.

His eyes go wide. He must realize this is about to become the greatest day of his life. "I... um..." he looks around to see if anyone else is in the store. "I have... a girlfriend."

"I won't leave any evidence." you promise.

"No... I just..." what a babbling idiot, you think, like so many other men. This is why you need someone to dominate you.

You lean over the counter, making sure he can see down your shirt.

"Maybe... I um... can" he can barely speak now "Just get a picture of you?" He asks.

Fuck, you think, if that's all it takes to pay for this stuff, then sure why not. So you follow him into the back room, and strip. You strip quickly because fuck him, he doesn't deserve a sultry slow disrobing, and expose your beautiful tits and delicious cunt to him. He stares at you for a long minute, his pants clearly tightening. Then he holds up his phone and snaps a picture. Than another. Than another.

"Are you sure that's it?" You ask. "I could really use a young cock inside me." You're not even sure why you're saying this. The quicker you can get out of here, the quicker you can get back to your master. And yet it almost feels like a compulsion. Like, if he doesn't fuck you, you haven't served your purpose.

Something is coming over you. You don't mind it.

"That's it" he says, breathing heavily

"Don't forget to share it with your friends." you say. "Post it online too."

And that's that. The guy working the counter at the adult store will be easier to seduce, you tell yourself. He's surrounded by sex all day long. He'll definitely be horny.

"Welcome to Adult World" the girl behind the counter says to you as you walk through the door and the bell rings.

Fuck. Then again, you tell yourself, if you're as fucking depraved as you hope you are, you should be able to seduce a woman just as easily as a man. So... first thing's first.

You go about finding all the rest of the items on your list. Collar. Check. Leash. Check. Dildo. Check. And on and on and on.

And you throw them on the counter, before the pretty curly red-haired girl with determination. She looks down at them, then up at you. She clears her throat. She has big green eyes and freckles across her nose. "Having some fun tonight?" She asks.

"Having some fun forever." you say, not shy. "I've just been enslaved."

"I see." she says, starting to scan your items. You can't tell how scandalized she is. She certainly shouldn't be. She works at a sex shop.

"Any advice?" You try to get more out of her.

"Oh... I just work here." she says, but something about her lowered voice tells you she does have some advice.

"But you do, don't you?"

"Okay" she looks up at you, directly into your eyes. "Always say 'yes.' Never say 'no.' Go for it. Live in it."

You smile at her. She seems to know what she's talking about. "So when he tells me he wants to tie me up?"

"Say yes" she's excitedly answering, but almost whispering.

"And when he wants to bring over friends to use me as a toilet?"

"Say yes."

"And when he wants me to tell him how the asshole of the girl at the sex store tasted?"

She stops. She stares at you. You smile back. Surely you've got her worked up enough to respond in some way. But she doesn't.

So you push on. "You know, my tongue..."

"No" She whispers. "I can't"

"Honey, if it's cause you've got a boyfriend, I promise you, he'd love to hear about...."

"That's not it" She lowers her eyes and her head. She seems so adorable being submissive. You wonder if that's how you look to your master. You hope so. "I just can't"

"Then how can I say 'yes?" You ask.

She thinks for a second, bites her lip, and then you see her fidgeting around down beneath the counter. What's she doing, you wonder. "You can lick my butt plug" she says, putting a glisteing plastic toy on the counter.

You gaze at it. It's moist with her ass, and that makes you impossibly horny. Suddenly you're not thinking of doing this for your master's pleasure any more. You want to do it for yourself. You want to, have to know what her ass tastes like. So you lean in and wrap your lips around it. It's thick but your mouth can take it. If it can't, you have no business being anyone's submissive fuck pig.

The redhead just stares. You hope she's enjoying the view, watching you as your tongue immediately tastes her ass. It tastes filthy but flowery. It's been well cared for, maybe by demand. But you don't care the details. You push the butt plug into your mouth and let the taste of this beautiful redhead fill you.

You wish your tongue could be inside her asshole right now. Your pussy feels so wet. You wish you could be on the floor, writhing around with this beautiful girl. Instead you have to settle for this.

You feel a tap on your shoulder. So you pull up. And there you see the redhead, stripped to the waist. Her beautiful pale freckled chest, and pink nipples are presented right there for you. You lean in for a lick. But she steps back.

"Your master. Does he treat you well?"

You think for a moment, eager to get your mouth on her body. "Yes."

"Does he make you cum?"

You smile. "Yes."

"Do you deserve that?" Her voice is so lilting, trembling. You're not sure what she's getting at. And you wonder. "Should a good master be concerned about you cumming?"

You'd never thought of it that way. You have no answer.

She goes on "As a perfect ****, shouldn't the only thing that turns you on be turning him on?" You nod "And shouldn't the only thing that turns him on be your complete and total destruction?"

This talk is making you wet. It's making you uncertain. You want to taste her tits and her ass.

"I mean, look at you." Her voice still trembles even as she's trying to be mean. "you can't even control yourself around a little taste of ass. You're such a filthy fuck object. You don't deserve decency." She smiles. She's feeling bold.

"What are you getting at?" you're curious.

Her eyes glance over her shoulder. She bites her lip. "My manager is in the back room right now. He knows how to treat you. He knows how to use you. You can go see him if you like."

She does have a point. You have to admit. If the idea of being a **** turned you on, why settle for half-measures? Then again you're already claimed. Then again, this manager, if he owns the pretty redheaded cashier, would undoubtedly **** your tongue in his ass eventually. Isn't that what you want? Is it about getting what you want when what you want is someone to ignore what you want and use you for their pleasure?

Her big green eyes stare at you waiting for an answer.