She'll be sent home naked

"Go home and put on some clothes for our shopping spree." You order her.

"Like this?! But Master-"

"It's just around the corner and it's still early. If you hurry maybe you can make home without being seen. Clearly you decided against my wishes that your unadorned nude body was perfect the way it is, You're lucky I don't have you prance down station square like that. If you didn't want anyone to see you naked, you should have done as you were told" You scolded her.

"But Master, we need to keep this a secret!" Futaba pleaded.

"Just because you're seen naked doesn't mean people will put together that you're my ****." Besides if some sees her you change change their cognition to forget about it. "You should be exited to reveal yourself at my command. Do you remember the fourth rule of sexual slavery?"

"Clothes only serve to cover my most valuable resources, my tits, my ass, and my cunt. I should strive to be naked as often as possible. My Master and other potential sex partners deserve to know what they're getting. A nudest **** is an honest ****." Futaba recited with head lowered defeated.

"Good girl, now get going we leave in 15 minutes" *SMACK* You slapped her ass like kickstarting a horse.

"Ah!" she yelped as she rushed out the door, careful not to cover herself as she hurried back home. The cool air brushing her nipples and drying her cunt juice.

Upon returning home she started getting dressed. Of course she bypassed any bra and panties in line with the fifth rule of sexual slavery: 'I wear bra and panties only for my own comfort. As a **** my comfort is secondary to my master's preferences. I wear only what is outwardly nessacery to appease society.'

She really lucked out her normal outfit hid her arousal so well. She put on her black tank top which did little to conceal her poking nipples, so she also had her baggy white t-shirt, her blackest of black hot pants were able to hide her cum stains quite well. She threw on her green jacket and headed back to Leblanc to start her day of fetish shopping.

When she went to leave you met her at the door "c'mon pet, we have a lot of work to do. Can't imagine it will be easy finding a collar to match your beauty" You say.

Futaba swoons as she follows you out the door. 'I know that Master Akira is a little rough at times, but I know I couldn't have chosen a better Master.'

"While I will 0f course get final say over what products YOU will be buying, I none the less will let you decide where we go first"