Surprisingly, yes

A full body shudder passes through me. Did I just hear Lilah correctly? She wants me to strip naked in the middle of this Wal-Mart and walk around with my...bits hanging out where everyone can see? For a moment, I wonder if getting arrested and going to jail might be preferable to that humiliation.

At the same time, my cock has never been harder. Maybe I have some exhibitionist tendencies? Tendencies I can now explore under the shield of the law, rather than in defiance of it? And Lilah did promise me I'd still receive my satisfaction.

While I'm standing there indecisively, Kristin frowns and says, "Whoa, wait! You want him to get naked? Here? Sorry, that's not allowed!"

"I think you'll find that it is," Lilah responds, presenting her laminated card.

Kristin scans through the text. "So this whole thing is not just a game you two are playing, but permitted by the government? Is that a joke? Even if it isn't, I don't see how that let's you get around indecency laws--or store policy."

"I can order him to do anything that doesn't run the risk of physical harm," Lilah points out. "This won't cause any of that. Emotional harm, probably, but not physical. And I'm pretty sure the prerogatives granted me by this card override any other statutes."

"Just...hold on. I need to sort this out." Kristin picks up a two-way radio. "Can you come to the Pet Care counter? I have an...unusual situation."

In the end, the manager overseeing the current shift and the head of security show up. After several minutes of whispered discussion and a call to the local police department, they determine that Lilah is within her rights and that--as her temporary slave--I am exempt from any indecency laws.

All eyes turn to me. Now that the matter has been cleared up, Kristin seems positively eager to see what lies beneath my clothes.

"Well, Peanut," says Lilah. "Take those human clothes off now!"

Fingers trembling, I unbutton my shirt and shrug it off before removing my undershirt as well. Lilah takes each article of clothing one at a time, bundling them together along with my wallet. When I shove my boxers down my legs, my fully erect cock bounces out straight ahead. The manager makes a disgusted noise in the back of his throat, but Kristin and Lilah both stare at it avidly.

Finally, I'm wearing nothing but the collar. Blushing all over, I close my eyes, trying to find some inner peace that will let me cope with this whole fucked-up situation.

"Ma'am," says the security head to Lilah. "While I accept the legality of this, I would still ask that you and your...'pet' please leave now. Your continued presence is going to be disruptive for the other customers."

"No problem," says Lilah breezily. "I have everything I need now. Come along, Peanut." She strides forward, the leash going taut and jerking my head after her. I stumble along, my bare feet cold against the tile, my cock swaying back and forth, brushing against my thighs.

I can't believe this, I think. This must be some sort of dream. Naked in a public place. Leashed by a beautiful girl. Whether that constitutes a good dream or a bad dream or a mix of both, I'm not ready to decide.