Reject Becky’s offer

You thank Becky for this offer, but it doesn’t look like the one that fits you.

-Okay then, I understand you. But I still want you to be my little Peach. So when the night comes… you must be standing kneeled near the back exit of hypermarket. Gagged, hand-cuffed and… I think it’s your favourite part… with my panties on your face. Got it?

Of course you do. Of course you will.

Your mouth and your face are the second best places for your Mistress’s panties. Of course, the first best place is on her hips, barely covering her delicious pussy.

Becky gives you her panties.

-Take it, but don’t put on your face until night.

You take her panties, but can’t help kissing their soft fabric.

-Oh, such a cute slave you are. I’ve got another present for you. I teared your blouse with a knife, so…

Becky gives you a nice black T-shirt… with a word SLAVE on it.

-I don’t know how this got into hypermarket’s stock, but it fits you.

Yes, you put it on and it fits you. And it will look awesome with your handcuffs and ball-gag, when you walk the streets. It will make it absolutely clear for everyone: here comes a slave. Treat her like she deserves.

Several minutes ago, all dolled up, gagged and cuffed, you stand near the back door of hypermarket. Becky looks at you with a smile.

-Have a nice day, little Peach. And remember - there is some slave labour night shift waiting for you here.

-Mmms Mmstrs, - you mumble through your tight gag, and leave the hypermarket.