Shopping. Kinda.

The car ride is an uneventful one, besides him idly playing with his remote, edging me closer and closer to climax but never letting me finish, “I’d let you cum whore. But you disobeyed me. So this is part of your punishment”. By the time the car stops I’m so worked up I’m pressing my thighs together as tight as possible trying to cum. He opens the door and again leads me somewhere. I hear an automatic door open and a woman say, “welcome sir. I see you brought your **** with you. Do you need any help? She is a pretty one”. I feel myself blush and grow wetter at hearing this mystery woman calling me pretty.

“No no. I should be alright. This is a new **** of mine and she has a rebellious streak that I’m trying to break out of her, if you know any tips or tricks I’d love to hear them”.

“Well Sir. The key to a good **** is to know what motivates them. If I could get a one on one session with her I promise I can tell you what motivates her”. I can almost feel the lust emanating from this woman. I try to gaze where my master is standing but with the remote panties working me up again, all I can think about is how badly I want to Cum.