Shopping

As you exit through the crowd of men you look back to see Camalia trying to hurry her way through as well. The sound of flesh violently striking softer flesh, as well as hearty laughter, echoed loudly even in the rather busy docks. As she made her way out of the crowd you see she has moved one of her hands away from her chest and was placed on her backside.

Most likely trying to shield her bum from any more ****. "Stop! Stop it already! The nerve!" Camalia bellowed as she received a few goodbye slaps from the men as she exited the crowd.

"Have fun?" You jest flashing a cocky smirk as Camalia massages her backside. The glare you receive is both ferocious and adorable. Like an angry kitten. "So help me when I get out of these chains I will-ek!"

Camalia was cut off by another slap to her rear end. This time however it was done by a girl about your age. "Nice ass!" The stranger mocked as she walked away with her female friend. "B-but....that was a-ek!"

Again Camalia was cut off as a boy your age ran by and struck her lower half with a wooden spoon. He ran away fast and back to a women you assumed was his mother. "Ray! Honesty we just bought that spoon. Well I hope you like the stew tonight to taste like ass."

By the smile on the boys face he either didn't care or was looking forward to her ass stew way too much. Camalia turned and watch the boy leave, confused why everyone seemed so eager to slap her in the ass. As she turns she brings her hands back in front of her. Confusion overwrote her need for decency for a moment as her hands relaxed in front of her. Looking down you see all the **** made her bottom almost as red as the embarrassed girls cheeks.

With a quick tug of her chain you bring the girls attention back to you. You quickly explain the tradition of nude slaves getting their butts abused. "Th-that is absolutely lewd! Do you people often drag your slaves around in the buff?" While most **** traders and owners had enough respect of public decency to cloth their slaves in at least a rag or two it was not uncommon to see slaves walking about without a stitch on them.

"Look down and ask yourself that." You muse before turning towards Garmen who waits patiently where you left him. The crowd of onlookers has dissipated, allowing you a clear view of the wash area. Waving your free hand to him goodbye you inform him that you will be departing for the shopping area. He waves back, a proud smile on his face.

"Good luck young master Andrean. And congratulations again." As you hear Camalia cry out in pain yet again you turn and begin walking towards the shops. Camalia was pulled along by her chain, though she tried to resist the best she could while massaging her sore booty. You already knew that someone had walked by and given her another playful spanking to her already sore butt.

Trying to pull herself back she had her free hand on the chain. This left her breasts free to bounce as they pleased. "Wait! Please! Can't I at least have something to cover myself with!? Even that brute Garmen gave me a rag."

Camalia begged, the humiliation clear in her voice. "The longer you drag this out the longer you shall be streak. And if you don't stop pulling on your chain I may just keep you like this." The threat of continued public nudity was enough to make Camalia slowly release her chain. Instead she brought her hands up to her chest and ran closer to you.

Holder her breasts in her hands Camalias body was almost touching your back. With her socking wet body so close to yours you could just about feel her warm breath tickle your ear. Many naughty thoughts ran through your head at that moment. Thoughts you knew you could make reality any time you wish. After all you own her now.

Thus you could do with her as you please. But you remember your studies on training slaves and remember controlling your lust was one of the most important aspects. Those urges would have to wait for now. Now you needed to break this girls will and make your words law for her. "While I don't usually mind a naked women curling up next to me I will remind you that you are soaking and my suit is very expensive."

As you finish you sidestep the girl and grab her chain close to her throat. Fear flashes in Camalias eyes as she looks into yours. "You are to walk at least three paces behind me. Any less and I shall make you stand here and allow the other citizens to enjoy swatting you backside. Am I clear?"

As Camalia gazes into your strong and proud eyes she see's you are serious. As you let the chain slide back to it's original place in your hand Camalia looks away before stepping back three paces. "Good girl." Was all you say before you begin walking again. Camalia reluctantly follows.

Not more than a few moments pass before you hear the blond letting out small squeaks of surprise and pain as those you passed by gave her a quick slap in the ass before moving on. Though you feel no sympathy for your new **** you note how lucky Camalia was as the docks were not as busy as usual. They were nowhere near empty but there have been many a time that you couldn't go five feet without bumping into someone.

You find the shops Garmen told you about after a few minutes of walking, though you could have found them faster had you known about them beforehand. Slowing down your pace was necessary make sure you didn't walk past it. There are several shop available, all with the kind of **** wear you enjoyed. Entering the one Garmen told you about you see that it seems to have a little of everything. "Please tell me you don't actually intend to buy my cloths from this repulsive establishment."

Camalia says as she looks at the clothing handing on the walls and mannequins. You look to see her blush has stayed in place, perhaps becoming even darker than before. Her hands had moved to once again cover her breasts and neither regions. After failing to protect her backside from so many people Camalia had given up and decided to at least cover her front. "Well you could always stay as is sweetness. Though it would be a waste for such a lovely canvas to go unpainted on."

Both you and Camalia as surprised to see a rather flamboyantly dress man with dark blue hair sitting behind the counter. "Where did he come from?" You wonder to yourself. He had not been sitting there when you walked in. The strange man waves a folding fan in front of his face as he speaks.

"You must be the young Windrider boy that's come to pick out your new **** correct? My you look so much like your father!" It appears your fathers influence has enough pull that news your coming of age present has spread. "You know my father?" You ask, a little wary of the blue haired man.

"Why yes! Me and that old goat go back to our school day. Ah such fond memories! But that is neither here nor their young one. Whats here is a beauty of a girl who is drastically under dressed.

You were right come to me boyo. We will have this pretty little thing turning heads and raising sails, if you know what I mean." Camalias eyes widen as she quickly realizes what the strange mans means by 'raising sails.' You however cannot help but let out a hardy laugh at this. The man circles your ****, his ornate orange and black kimono flowing in the breeze as he did so.

Camalia kept her eyes on the man, doing her best to turn as he did. Up until the point her legs got tied up in her chains. "Oh yes yes yes. I can work with this. Measurements. I need measurements!"

Snapping his fingers above his head the man looks around the room expectantly. Soon a scantly dressed women appears carrying his measuring tape. You'd guess the women is no older than twenty five. She is a bit taller than you though her figure is quit dainty. Less so than Camalia though she also had much bigger breasts and wider hips.

They couldn't have been smaller than double D's. And on the bigger end at that. Her shoulder length black hair was tied into two pigtails. And she wore what could only be descried as a maid bikini.

It was a black bikini with white frills adorning the outer edges. The bikini itself was quite small, clearly made for someone with a less endowed figure. It looked like her breasts would pop out if she kept running in it. She also wore a small black apron around her waist. As the bikini it also had white frills along the edges.

Honestly if she hadn't run past you, exposing her rather bubbly booty and thong to you, you would have thought that she was wearing some kind of skirt. White knee high socks and black three inch heels hid her slender legs from view. Just as white gloves and black armlets with white frills decorated her hands and arms. The final piece of her outfit was a block maids headdress with white frills atop it. "Here you are Master Miro."

Spoke the maid in a soft almost velvet like voice. Had you not been listening closely you would have missed whats she said entirely. "Ah thank you Sila your a doll." As he finished thanking the scantily dressed girl Miro gave the girl a playful yet firm slap on her nearly naked rear end. The girl was clearly embarrassed at the action yet smiled softly all the same.

"Thank you Master Miro." Was all the girl said before standing off to the side of Camalia, her hands folded in front of her as if she really was a doll. Camalia seeing the busty girl brought both her hands up to cover her chest. You must resist the urge to laugh at the adorable act. Though you suspect any girl would feel inferior when compared to the busty maid.

Though as you look at the raven haired beauty you cannot help but feel as if you'd seen her before. Miro quickly gets to work taking rather detailed measurements. "Isn't there a more private place to do this?" Camalia asks as Miro wraps the tape around her belly. "Why afraid someones gonna see your baboon looking booty? A little late for modesty deary."

"It wasn't like I had a choice! This pervert took away my only clothing and then dragged me through the crowds like I was, was, was-!" "Some kind of a ****." Miro finishes dryly.

"I am not a ****! There was just some sort of mix up! And when my father gets through with all of you you'll be the ones in chains!" Miro is amused by the girls angry speech. He chuckles softly clearly not threatened by the nude girl.

"Right then. Arms up." Miro quickly says before using both hands to slap Camalias ass, each hand striking each cheek. "How dare-I never- you!" Camalia stammered out as she turned to face the man.

"Do as your told." You order as you continue to stare at the maid. Trying to figure out where you knew her from. Camalias scowl deepened before reluctantly raising her arms above her head. "Fine. If nothing else than to end this humiliation."

Miro knelled down until his face was directly in front of Camalias breasts. He stared at them while rubbing his chin as if to inspect them. Camalia looked uncomfortable as he did this, though decided not to say anything. For once. Though he was not only staring at the blonds breasts.

Miro also looked around her and at you. Noticing your staring of his maid asked you, "Like what you see?" Startled by his questions you quickly answer. "Um yes well......it's more a sense of familiarity. Have we met before miss?"

"Oh no need to waste the properness on her lad. She is my **** and one who enjoys the torment such a title brings. Isn't that right dolly?" Miro said as he continued staring at Camalias chest.

"Yes Master Miro." Sila said as her cheeks flushed a bright pink. There was no doubt that this girl really did enjoy being under her masters thumb. "I actually acquired this beauty from your family little Windrider. Though then she was called Megan.

Horridly common name. So I gave her a new one." As if a lightning bolt hit you the memories came flooding back. This **** was trained by your father and would often watch you while your father was away on business. She was also the first girl you had seen naked.

More than once you would sneak a peek at her while she was bathing. Though now your not sure if you were successful at spying on her or if she was alloying you your peeks."Megan! So this is where you went. I was sad when Father told me you had been sold."

Megan smiled sweetly at you before bringing a finger to her lips and began licking it. With her other hand she began playing with her apron, lifting it up a bit to allow you a peek. "She most definitely allowed me spy on her back then." You think as naughty thoughts of your **** babysitter begin to play in your mind. "Alright that should do!"

Miro calls out, breaking you and Sila out of your shared lust filled moment. Sila goes back to standing as she did before, though the blush on her face remained. You see Miro standing next to Camalia, who looks ashamed of herself. Her hands are crossed over her chest once more. If you had to guess the proud girl was just about over being poked and prodded.

Not that you could blame her.

"Now that that is that what kind of outfit are we thinking for the girl? We have the always popular loincloth. Good if you want to keep the girl topless and retain the classic **** look. We also have the more tribal version. Those come with accessories that'll give her that extra little ump."

"How about something proper and ladylike." Camalia chimed in looking offended. Miro was quick to wag a finger in front of the girls face, as if scolding a child. "Oh no girl. You two may be new at this but I won't deal with you arguing.

Him master, you ****. And more importantly he is the one paying so unless you wanna spend the time he's shopping on the **** holders out front you better learn to be seen and not heard." Miro finished his lecture by snapping his two fingers in front of Camalias face. Startled Camalia struggled to get a sentence out. While not thrilled about someone else lecturing your **** you had to admire his skill in shutting her down.

Quickly you walk over and place a hand on Camalias cheek. Camalia tenses up for a moment unsure of your intentions. "Relax puppy, I'll make sure you look pretty. I gotta show you off after all." Camalia relaxes a bit, though she still looks somewhat uneasy.

Miro nods his head in approval, taking note of how you used his lecture to make yourself look like the good guy to the girl, gaining more of her loyalty. "Kids smooth. And decently clever. He's gonna go far." Miro thought as he smiled to himself.

"Now what do you recommend good sir? Money shan't be an issue as you might have guessed." You say to Miro who's smile widens. "Well when you put it like that. Sila! Bring me a-"

Sila appears next to Miro with a folded white towel in her hands. When she moved or even left to get a towel is a mystery to you. "Ah perfect! Thank you Dolly." Miro took the towel and tossed it to Camalia.

The blond looked like she was about to cry at the prospect of having some decent coverage. "Oh thank you! It's about time someone-!" Miro again snaps his fingers in front of the girls face. "Oh I'm not being nice tiny tits. When slaves leave this shop they leave looking good.

I got a reputation to keep and some little ex-rich girl shall not be changing that today. Now that towel is to dry yourself off and dry the floor you got wet walking in. I may be nice but I charge extra for cleaning services." Camalia is taken aback by the strange mans words. Not sure if she should be happy or sad by how the strange man handled his business.

"My apologies. As her master I take full responsibility. She shall clean up her mess this instant. Oh and before you start arguing with me we can go for another stroll through spanksville." Camalia opened her mouth to argue but closed it as you threatened to put her through another streaking and spanking session.

Instead the girl began drying herself off. "Wonderfully said little Windrider. Now then if I were to recommend an outfit for her-"