No

I put the card in my pocket, maybe I could sell her off if I ever got bored with her, but I was just getting started. $1,000,000 was enough to make anyone consider it, but I already had all of her money for this semester, as well as the savings her dad had put away for her.

Tiffany continued to crawl behind me as we ventured down the street. There were more people around now, some slaves were naked, some wore just their underwear. There were men and college students around too, checking Tiffany’s ass out in her jeans as she passed them.

Outside the main shopping center was a row of cages, some were occupied by slaves standing inside them. An attendant smiled at me as I approached, he was wearing one of those mall cop type uniforms. A fat guy, bald, but for a few black hairs.

“You can leave your **** here while you go shopping,” he offered. “Five dollars for two hours.”

I looked down at Tiffany as I considered it. Then I nodded.

“On your feet, ****,” I commanded her. She stood. “Give me your bank card.” Tiffany looked like she was thinking about not handing it over, but my hand reached for my phone and she must have thought better of it, reaching into her coat pocket and handing the card over.

“Put her in the one on the end,” the attendant said.

I walked Tiffany over to the cage, it had thick vertical bars all the way around, and more on the roof that stood about seven feet from the ground. She walked inside and faced me, frowning as I closed the door. I looked at the door for a moment, wondering how to lock it.

“You have to use your card to lock her in,” the attendant said. “Close the door and tap the card on the contactless thing, it’ll lock her in. When you return, it’ll recognise the card that was used and release her.”

I closed the door and tapped the card, hearing the door lock and Tiffany stood there awkwardly. It was quite a tight fit, there wasn’t much room for her to move. I nodded at the attendant as I headed off, checking out the girl beside Tiffany in her black G-string thong and high heels.

I walked toward the shopping center, looking back at Tiffany one more time before I entered. She’d be fine out there. I wondered whether the attendant groped the slaves while he was out there, nobody would be able to steal her though.

I immediately went to the first clothes shop I could find and bought new clothes, changing in the bathrooms after and throwing away everything I was wearing before. It was so nice having brand new, expensive clothes, clothes that Tiffany had paid for. I grabbed myself a coffee too, and some food. This was the best day ever. I was so poor before I got here, I’d never been able to buy myself things like this.

I felt a bit of guilt at having spent Tiffany’s money, at having her be an unwilling ****, but seeing so many other girls in collars here made me realise this was normal now. Some of them even smiled as they were walked by their masters. Tiffany had smiled last night, when we were having sex. Maybe she’d grow to enjoy being my ****. I thought about her as I walked around, hoping the attendant was feeling her up.

I looked around at the stores, the usual food and coffee places still existed, but since the New World Order had taken over, a lot of women’s clothes stores had closed, except for the underwear shops. A lot of those stores had been replaced with **** clothing shops. There were more tattooists, as masters wanted to have their slaves branded with a tattoo. There were a lot more sex shops too, and some that were labelled **** shops; places that sold restraints, gags and the like.

I passed one of the **** clothing shops; Owners International. The logo was a sideways silhouette of a naked **** standing up, a huge pair of stilettos, and a collar with a great big ring sticking out. Immediately I was drawn to a black corset on a mannequin, the one opposite wore a pair of steel high heels, with padlocks where they closed around the ankles. It made my blood run hot, I had to see Tiffany in both.

I went into the store, immediately realising that I had no idea what size shoe or dress size Tiffany was. I could always look around for now, and come back later.

As soon as I entered, a woman approached. She looked mid-twenties maybe, I had to take a deep breath and try to stop my cock from hardening when she smiled at me. She was wearing knee high boots, a studded leather thong, which ended maybe three quarters of the way across the front, the leather was attached to the string on one side by three small chains attached to a larger ring. She wore a tiny studded leather corset, with her big breasts on display over the top, just some black tape in a cross over her nipples. A thin chain ran from the top of her corset, between her breasts up to the ring on her collar. She held a tablet in one hand. Maybe if the world wasn’t so messed up, I’d find it a little surreal that girls worked as normal, but dressed like this.

I tried my best to look her in the eyes as she smiled at me. Though it was difficult with her tits, legs and ass on display. She had such long brown hair, and gorgeous tanned skin.

“Hey there,” she said. “My name’s Isabelle. You can call me Izzy. Is there anything I can help you with?”

“I was just looking, thanks. I don’t know my ****’s measurements.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I can find all of that out for you. I’d just need to scan the QR code in your **** app.”

“Oh, great.”

I got my phone out, opening the app, and I had no idea where to look. Luckily, Isabelle knew, and she guided me to the right screen, then scanned the code.

“Okay,” she said. “Wow you’re a lucky guy. Pretty girl.” She looked at the picture. “Big boobs too, Thirty-four E. Size ten. Okay, we’ve got everything we need if you want to take a look around. If you need any help, I’ll be right here.”

“Thanks.”

I looked around, finding a few things I wanted to see Tiffany wearing. When I found everything I wanted, I called Isabelle over and she got them all in the right sizes.

“Are you a new owner?” she asked as I was about to pay.

I nodded.

“Well it looks like you’re going to have plenty of fun. Is she a new ****?”

“Yes, a couple of days.”

“Is she behaving herself?” Isabelle gave me a cheeky grin, a smirk on one side of her mouth.

“Most of the time.” My cheeks reddened with a little embarrassment.

“Aww, it’s alright. It can be hard training a new ****. I remember what my first few weeks were like. Did you know her before the ownership?”

I shook my head.

“Maybe you should get to know her. Some masters don’t, and that works for some people. But if you want to get the most out of your ****; the best orgasms, the best sex and blowjobs she can give you I mean, getting to know who she is and what she likes might be the best way to train her. It worked for me.”

I thought about it for a moment. I knew absolutely nothing about Tiffany, other than she was rich. I felt a bit of guilt at what I’d done to her, and all I’d done was make her suck and fuck me. Maybe getting to know her would help.

“Besides,” Isabelle said. “If you know what she doesn’t like, you’ll know what the best punishments are.” She let out a cheeky laugh.

“Thanks for the advice. Say, who owns you?”

“I’m owned by the Owners International Corporation. They can move us around between stores, and we entertain the management and executives when they have their big parties, which happen a lot more often than they used to these days.”

“What’s it like, you know, being a ****?” I wasn’t normally this talkative, particularly with people I didn’t know, but Isabelle had interacted with me, in a way most people usually didn’t. I felt a little sad at her situation, she was such a sexy girl, which I could see well since most of her body was on display. For some reason, and not just because I would fuck her there and then if she asked, but despite only talking to her for a few minutes, I cared about her.

“Oh, it’s alright. Obviously things are different. I work here during the day, and we live in a dormitory with all the other slaves who work for the company, but they let us go out and socialise some nights. So I still have some freedoms. They can track us wherever we go after all.”

Once our conversation was finished, I paid and took all the items I’d bought in a couple of bags. I got another coffee, and bought one for Tiffany too. Maybe I could try getting to know her.

I returned to the holding cages outside, tapping the card on side and releasing her. I offered her the coffee and she looked surprised.

“I didn’t know what you like, so I got you a cappuccino.”

“Thanks,” she replied. “I prefer latte, but it’s okay.”

“Let’s sit on the benches for a while, I wanted to talk to you.”