Shopping and an Ending

“Well, I don’t think those toys come to five hundred dollars, so I think it’s time to pick up the rest of our—your winnings, don’t you agree?” Ken asked.

Ebony stared at the slowly recovering Ivory, “Sure.” She stood up and kissed Ivory firmly. “Clean yourself up, get dressed and then get out there, you got bets to pay,” she said, before twisting the crop that still protruded from Ivory’s pussy before popping it out, provoking another, barely audible moan from her ****, before Ivory nodded obediently and began to grope around for her clothing.

Ken and Ebony swaggered back out into the store, slipping the used toys into a basket and pranced around the store, giggling playfully as they joked about the absurd nature of the toys and slipped an impressive array of pornography into the basket, all of it containing either white men fucking black women, or black and white women fucking each other.

Ebony placed a dozen different types of restraints and ropes into the basked and Ken added a couple of different gags, including a pair that would hold lips apart, one wide enough for a cock and one wider altogether to let the gagged person lick the entire length of a woman’s cunt. Ebony added a few toys for her ****’s cunt and ass (as well as her own, personal use).

Ken smiled as he wandered into the costume section of the store and summoned Ebony with a wave of his hand. There were several rows of impressively skimpy clothing. Ken pulled out a maid’s outfit, that consisted of a skirt slightly longer than the leather one that was currently hugging her ass (and much more transparent), crotchless black panties and a top that tied in the front, as well as a little hat. He held it up to Ebony and leered at her. She laughed, “For me, or the slut?”

“Like I’d waste your money on her,” Ken replied.

Ebony hugged him firmly and pulled out a white lycra nurse’s outfit, “This is more my speed.”

The image of her black skin squeezed into the shiny white outfit was plenty to send it into the basket, along with a few other outfits for her and several for her ****. Their sizes were almost identical, though Ebony had to admit that Ivory needed clothes a cup size up. Now that the busty blonde was her ****, that didn’t bother her nearly as much.

When Ebony held up a hand, indicating they’d hit the five hundred dollar limit (including tax, a calculation the penny-pinching Ebony was more than experienced at), the sat down and waited impatiently for Ivory to pull herself together. They finally had a chance to talk and Ebony argued quite persuasively that while she was willing, no, happy to be his…she skipped anything more specific…in the bedroom, but in the world, they needed to be partners. Ken agreed, after some hemming and hawing and more than a little bribery (of various sorts), but he agreed in the end.

Ebony smiled sweetly at that and then laughed out loud as Ivory staggered out of the back. She’d managed to get her bra and panties back on without any trouble, but the dress had been difficult without a mirror, which, combined with her running makeup and flushed skin gave her the look of a soiled Barbie, on the walk of shame after a night spent with someone other than (sorry) Ken.

“Get your ass over here,” Ebony commanded.

Ivory scurried over and then realized that she’d left her purse in the car. Ebony sent her to get it as Ken met the clerk’s disbelieving eyes as, for all her studied disinterest, she stared at the disheveled Ivory and tried to figure out what had happened in the backroom. Under other circumstances, he might have decided to seduce the slim brunette as well, but he was exhausted and didn’t have the energy to break the disinterested façade, so instead he simply commanded her to ring up their items, which she did, as quickly as she could.

Five hundred dollars worth of porn was enough to fill several bags and put a sizeable dent in Ivory’s credit card, but once they’d filled Ivory’s trunk with their goodies, they didn’t seem so impressive.

“Where too?” Ivory asked as she resumed her duties as chauffeur.

Ken and Ebony glanced at each other and he waved her forward, “Back to your house, ****. We’ve got things to change, about my new house and my new ****.”

Ivory nodded submissively and started her car, driving them back to, what was now, their house. The master sat in the backseat, leaning on his ****, relaxing after a daylong fuck session; his mind enjoying the long-missed feel of real power and real partnership; his ****, her mistress, leaned against her own master, this time the word didn’t make her wince as she thought it, though it still sounded wrong as she whispered ‘my master’ in his ear. The look on his face made it worth it, as they basked in the adoration and humiliation of their chauffeur, her ****, Ivory, the broken and dirty Barbie.

The End.

There are some brief stories kicking around my head (or…well, lower down) about this trio. If you want to read them, I’m going to need to see actual feedback (both a vote and a comment). If I get enough, then I’ll post a few follow-ups (which will be somewhat lighter on psychological manipulation and heavier on physical manipulation).

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