Morgan goes to the mall with you in tow! She buys some things. Are they for you?

This is my version of the same story that someone else wrote. I wasn't a fan of being such a slut right out of the gate! I'd rather a slower fall. Somewhat slower at least. I'm not sure if I like the last chapters, but others seem to. So here goes. Trying something new. This Dom/submissive stuff.

You found yourself driving Morgan to the mall. She wore a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She had her hair back in a bun. She seemed frigidity and uncomfortable. "Are you ok?" You asked for the twentieth time.

Morgan sighed, "Jesus, I'm fine. Stop asking. Can't we just go to the mall. You have so many fucking questions." She was clearly annoyed. As you got out of the car at the mall, you walked around to open the door for her. She gave you a strange look. "I can do it myself," she muttered, pushing past you. It was at that point you decided to give her a little room. She seemed determined, yet confused about what she was going to do.

"So what are we here for," you said moving up next to her.

She shook her head, "I don't know, I just feel like I need some new clothes." She walked you around the mall, until she came to a department store. It was Macy's, a cheap place but nice things. She walked around looking at various items of clothes. Finally, she put her hands over her head and muttered. "FUCK!" As if she had just made a decision. She grabbed a lady working in the store. "Where are the evening dresses?" She asked. Why would she need such a thing?

You watched as Morgan was guided to a section with dresses. She began to paw through the racks of dresses. She picked out several. The first was a long silver dress that came down to her ankles. She came out of the dressing room and lifted her arms. "What do you think?" She asked.

"It looks nice!" You told her. Everything looked nice.

Morgan sighed as she looked in the mirror. "I look like Cinderella or some kid who is going to the prom." She then returned to the dressing room and began changing in and out of dresses. The last one, was a rather short black mini-dress that barely covered her ass. She came out and asked. "How about this?"

You laughed, "I guess if you're a street walker!" You joked.

She shot you the meanest glance in the world. "FUCK YOU!" She snapped. She walked back into the dressing room, and then came out with a number of dresses. She handed several to the lady, and kept the black mini-dress. "I'll take this one!" She said. She opened her purse and began to root through it. "SHIT!" She cried out. "I forgot my wallet."

You were sure she hadn't, but you didn't want to accuse her. "I....I can buy it," you said, you watched as it rang up for over four hundred dollars. She seemed happy, though, and smiled as you paid.

She walked out of the store with a brimming sense of confidence. Next, you found yourself following her to a women's shoe store. She tried on numerous heels, until she settled on a pair of five inch black high heels. "Can you help me out again?" She asked with doe eyes. You could do nothing but agree. It was making her happy. Maybe she'd wear this for you. Another two hundred dollars, and you were on your way.

Next, you walked to Victoria's secret. Morgan went through the racks of panties, looking for a pair of nice black ones. She picked them out and handed them to you. "These are perfect." It cost a whopping seventy dollars for the lace panties.

As you followed her to another jewelery store, she seemed smitten by a pair of sterling silver hoop earrings with diamonds. "OH PLEASE!" She begged you. You found yourself fronting another five hundred dollars. You were definitely broke now. At least until you got paid again.

You still agreed to pay for her new make-up kits and perfumes that she bought, as well as a silver choker necklace. All those items were well over three hundred dollars. You were definitely over-drawing on your account now.

Then, the last straw on the camels back came when she bought a new black purse with a gold arm-chain. It was Gucci, and cost another five hundred dollars.

You offered dinner, but she refused, saying she wasn't hungry. Why was that?

She kept getting texts, and would privately pull away to answer. She seemed annoyed at the texts. You wanted to know who was texting her.

Morgan seemed happier than a pig in shit when you left the mall, her hands filled with bags. You brought her to her place. She kissed your cheek, and said "Goodbye!" You wanted to come in, she shook her head. "I gotta get up early for work." You knew that was a lie, as she was not working the next day.

You went home and turned on your computer. Morgan was actually coming out of the shower and you watched as she shaved her legs, and then straightened her hair. She then began to apply lots of make-up. She put on the hoop earrings and smiled as they glinted in the light of the large mirror just outside the bathroom. She began to dress in the items you just bought.

Had you just paid around two thousand dollars for her to go on a date with Bill?