Strip

Biting your lip, you take a look around the store to check the coast is clear. Then take a moment to kick your shoes off, grab the hem of your shirt, then pull it over your head. Leaving you completely naked in this very public guitar store. The sheer exposure makes your skin tingle, you flex your toes on the carpet, shifting your weight awkwardly from foot to foot. God this girl swindled you out of your clothes and you don't even know her name.

"Mmm, very nice. Bet you feel pretty night" The cashier says, having set her phone down and was looking you over, intently. Fuck, the way she looked at you, Clarice looked at you like you were an annoying, but cute dog. But this goth chick looked like she wanted to eat you, grilled steak style.

"H-hey I'm just a bit lithe!" You protest, your cheeks burning a brighter crimson.

"Hm you're kind of a brat aren't you? Anyway I think I'll hold onto those while you browse" She held her hand out expectedly, it takes you a second or two, but you realise she meant your things. With a light whine you hand them over with no protest, then again the brat comment probably took you off guard too much.

"Just...don't mess 'em up. They're my only clothes, it's laundry day" Another protest, but not with much bluster behind it, your bark is truly worse than your bite. "Um, so do you have a name or something?"

"Or something, sure" The other, far more clothed woman replied with a thin smirk "My name is Nance, but you can call me 'Miss' or 'Ma'am'...is that clear?" Wait was she domming you? Was this 'Nance' chick a dommy goth mommy? Are you eating it up? God you are, well to be fair you've already proven you're a horny little rockergirl who gets weak at the knees for tall girls, what's a little domination to spice things up? Wait she's not gonna tie you up is she? Oh god you're jumping into a rabbit hole here and aren't sure where it goes.

"Yes ma'am" You chime obediently, then glare down at your feet. You're supposed to be charismatic, that's what rockergirls are, break beds and break hearts right? "Wait I meant uh, fuck..."

"What did you mean Daniel? You came over to try and flirt with me didn't you?" Nance bit her lip, looking down at you "Are you going to flirt with me?" She levelled an expectant gaze at you. It made what was left of your composure wash away like a wave hitting a sandcastle, but you felt exhillarated.

"It'd be pretty cool" You reply, holding your hands behind your back, kind of assuming that Nance would like to see the whole deal she had in front of her "...Miss" A quick addition at the end.

"Mm, you're a good girl. Maybe you'll get a reward for that, but I have to ask how far you want to take this, we could end this as a simple tease...or I'm happy to keep going even further, as long as you're consenting" The offer kind of snapped you back into focus, a question of consent was something you hadn't expected, but certainly appreciated. On one hand though this was an out, maybe a chance to reclaim some rockergirl dignity? On the other, your pussy tingled to Nance's voice, she could wrap you around her thumb and you weren't sure you'd stop her.

"Further?" You ask, what could possibly be further than calling another woman 'miss' while nude in public? "What are you thinking...?"

"Questions are good, I don't want someone walking into something uninformed. But anyway, if you say no you're free to get dressed whenever you like, the 'no shoes no shirt no service' rule still applies though..." Nance explained, coaxing a more intense blush out of you.

"So I have to shop here naked?"

"If you turn up bottomless, yes. As for accepting my offer though, you'll need a collar" She lets that hang for a moment, so you can comprehend that a little.

"A collar? Why? You got a pet or something?" You ask, tilting your head in confusion.

"Daniel you're adorable" Nance chuckled "You'll be the pet"

"Me? But don't dogs wear collars?"

"...you're about as smart as a dog aren't you? You'll be wearing the collar"

"I still don't get it, why exactly?"

"So people know you belong to me when you're out and about"

"But why a collar?"

"Would you prefer something more lasting like a tattoo? Or something a little demeaning that I can hook a leash onto and take you for walkies?"

"I...okay I think I get it now" You bow your head, a little embarrassed...mostly for that mental image though "But, where would I get a collar from?"

"There's a pet store three doors down. I can't go because I'm working the register, but I'll send you with a written note. The girl who runs the place is part of my polycule"

"Polycool? That something to do with polymers or what?" You ask, surprised by yet another new phrase after just a night here.

"It's a...well, imagine a relationship except instead of two partners it's a group, though this doesn't mean everyone in a polycule has the same relationship with it's other members..." Nance attempted to explain, but quickly realised that while you were paying attention, there was still a lack of understanding "...anyway, you'll head down to the pet store, while I look after your things"

"Wait but, wait you'll send me there naked?"

"Yes"

"But...public?"

"You had no problems walking around without any pants on at all" Nance wasn't lying, even if she wasn't aware just how on point she was. Just standing here, even while distracted by conversation, you were perpetually hot and bothered. Even ignoring her intense flirting, the chance of you getting caught nude in this store increased every single second and that made you wet beyond belief, even if your bush obscured that, mostly.

"So...you want me to walk three doors down, totally nude, pick up a collar from your girl friend, then walk back?" You ask, your breaths quickening as both your nerves and arousal clash.

"That's the gist of it yeah" She said with a smile "So, you up for something like that or...?"