With a single button

Taking her scissors from her purse, she deftly snipped the top button off her blouse. She wanted to make sure she didn't give herself an easy out if she got cold feet. She breathed a faint sigh of relief as the collar of her blouse loosened around her neck, then looked at the small 'V' of skin that was now exposed. It wasn't much, but it was a beginning, and she knew right then she'd be seeing this task through to the end.

A bit more confidence in her step, she left that shop and moved to the next one, the slight bounce in her step as her nervousness left her making her breasts jiggle as she walked. She browsed through that shop, and the next one, before carefully snipping the next button off her blouse. She felt the tingle in her loins intensify, and her nipples dancing delicately against her slightly-looser blouse, as she moved on.

She continued in this manner for another hour and a half, quietly drifting from shop to shop, relishing the stares of the shopkeepers after she'd popped the third button off. Her jeans were not forgotten, as she'd carefully cut a pair of slits along the bottom of her ass, allowing tantalizing glimpses of the bottoms of her cheeks from behind, especially when she bent at the waist to look at things on lower shelves.

Mark had carefully stayed out of her sight the entire time, quietly observing her as she perused the shop. He'd noted the subtle change in her demeanor after she'd snipped that first button off, and openly smiled a bit at the restraint she was keeping as she progressed. He could tell she was already learning a lesson from the day before, that rushing into things could be dangerous, and he mentally applauded her as she continued. This day would be very good for him, indeed.

Down three buttons, her blouse displayed almost the entirety of her cleavage, while keeping her nipples securely out-of-sight. She could feel the looseness about her shoulders, though, and knew that any buttons she trimmed below that one were going to let the material hang away from her breasts, and that she'd have to be careful of her nipples make (in)opportune appearances as she went. Her jeans, aside from the slits, were untouched, and she figured she'd just lose the shoes somewhere near the end.

Her dilemma now was how to proceed. She wanted to keep her outfit teasing as long as possible, partially for the benefit of her blackmailer and the other patrons of the mall, partially for her own good. Despite the warmth in her loins, and the tingling sensations of her nipples brushing against her blouse, she knew she'd have to pace herself, or she'd risk a repeat of the previous afternoon. She also wanted to do a bit of shopping today, namely for shoes and maybe some new, more revealing clothes, and she couldn't exactly do that if she was naked and masturbating herself senseless somewhere, could she?