They venture out of the mall

“My name is Mark Hall. I live just outside of Waco, and you are the second woman that I have ‘claimed.’” Mark paused for a moment as he slid his new leggings on. “You know, I really don’t like the term ‘claimed’ because it makes it sound like you’re a thing.”

Nicole was fastening her pretty blue bra over her magnificent breasts. “But Master,” she replied, “from everything that I’ve heard, I’m basically your pet according to the law.” She was pulling on her panties that were clearly still damp. “I know the virus is making me feel this way, but I feel comforted knowing that I am now your property. I’m a Navy vet who taught unarmed combat to men and women. If you’d told me before this virus came along that I would be happy to be the fuck toy of a man who looks like a female pin-up, I might have broken your arm.” She smiled shyly at him.

Mark finished getting dressed. He looked at her in her well-fitting jeans, black ballet flats, and long-sleeved, V-neck burgundy shirt.

“Follow me out to my truck, Nicole,” he said. “We’ll talk before I decide what to do next.”

“Of course, Master.” She followed him out of the store.

They were halfway between the store’s doors and his truck when a Waco PD SUV pulled up next to them. The male officer was probably one of the 3/4 of the male population turned gay by the virus. The cop noticed Mark’s silver eyes that marked him as a transformed man.

“Excuse me, sir,” the officer said. “Is this woman your property?”

Mark turned to the officer. “Yes, sir. I just claimed her. I was going to register her once we got to my truck.”

The cop looked at Nicole. “Is this true?”

Nicole bobbed her head and smiled happily. “Master Mark just claimed me in the fitting room!”

The cop sighed. “Then I guess that you’re unaware of the slave dress code and leash laws in this county?”

Mark shook his head. “Uh, no officer,” he replied. “I’ve only just completed my transformation yesterday. I’m still learning. My other slave is at home, waiting for me to get home. I didn’t expect to get another one at the store.”

Officer Gomez nodded in understanding. He dug a glossy pamphlet out of a bag in his passenger seat and handed it to Mark. “I won’t even give you a warning today, but read that pamphlet as soon as you can. You’ll have forty-eight hours to get your bitch registered unless you want a ticket. Is that understood? In the future, you will need to have her on a leash and in minimal clothing to show her status as your property when she is out in public with you. Do you understand?”

Mark took the pamphlet and thanked the officer, who then drove away.

He and Nicole then got into the front seats of his green Tacoma.