Clothes Make the Woman

Harris knew the power he had over Bebe was going to his head, but he did not care. Years of frustration and perceived slights and insults were bubbling up inside him and the more he tormented and humiliated Bebe, the more powerful he felt. He had Bebe drive to another store that specialized in fetish clothing. As they walked in, he spotted the perfect shirt for her.

He then spotted the perfect skirt.

Finally, he had her buy the gaudiest, sluttiest shoes they had in her size.

As he paid for her new clothes, he had her put them on and leave her panties on the floor of the changing room and quietly wait for him as he retrieved the longest of the anal plug tails. He gave it to Bebe and had her insert it. It hung below her skirt. "Act like you feel more confident, sexy, and proud than you've ever felt," said Harris. "Strut."

They walked out of the shop, Bebe strutting with a confident smirk on her face while the tail swung across her upper thighs.

"I'm going to cash this check," said Harris. "There is a coffee shop four blocks from here according to Siri. Strut there, order a coffee, and wait for me. Talk to no one else. Hell, make no attempt to even communicate with anyone else except when you order your coffee, and use as few words as possible. Make no attempt to remove or hide that analplug tail or cover your shirt.

Bebe strutted off down the sidewalk. Despite this being her biggest humiliation yet, since it was so public, she just gave off an air of confidence as people gawked at her, and to make it worse, she saw some paparazzi, but she just soldiers on.

Harris drove to his bank and deposited the check. He then went to check on Bebe.