Option B

She couldn’t stand waiting until she was in the food court, she needed to cum NOW. Besides, the sooner it was on the sooner they could get home so Mistress could take it off. Getting on her hands and knees. Ashley crawled forward to the toe of her mistress’ boot. Slowly at first, then steadily faster she began to hump it, rubbing her pussy against it as she looked up at her mistress.

Haley almost didn’t seem to notice, and was busy making small talk with the salesman who had sold her the belt. His caged cock twitched as he occasionally glanced down at the teenager furiously masturbating with the boot of her mistress. She gripped Haley’s leg as her clit rubbed against the top of the boot, and with a whimper felt the orgasm rip through her.

After licking her juices off the boot, she obediently put the chastity belt on.

“Well that was fun. Where do you want to go next?” Haley asked