The Pet Store

You drag Maddy to the railing, and spot her son with one of his friends, standing at the entrance, down below. You have Maddy tell you which is her son, and which is his friend. Maddy points to the taller, more handsome, gentleman, and says, “That’s my son, Michael.” Pointing to the other guy there, she says, “That’s Mark.”

“My, my,” you coo, “they are handsome.” Curious, you ask, “How old are they?”

Maddy hesitates, unwilling to provide the answer. Finally, with great ****, she blurts out, “Mike just turned eighteen, and Mark is twenty.”

“Goody,” you coo as you drag Maddy back to the escalator. On the way, you pass by a small pet store. With an evil grin, you stop dead in your tracks and pull Maddy in the direction of the store. You stop at the entrance and look at all the cute animals on display. Upon entering the store, a young female assistant asks if she can help.

Taking charge again, you chime in before Maddy has a chance to say anything. “Why, yes; thank you. I have a Great Dane, and she constantly escapes from her collar. Do you have something strong that will stay fixed?”

The sales girl smiles politely and assures you they have exactly what you’re looking for. On a rack, she pulls off a wide black collar with silver ringlet holes. On the end is a silver clasp with an odd locking mechanism, designed to lock the collar in place. The sales girl explains how it works, and shows the intricate steps to remove it.

“Perfect,” you squeal in delight, not expecting to find something that intricate. “I also need a strong chain, and a sturdy leash.”

The sales girl quickly fetches your items and returns to the counter. You have Maddy pay for the items as she bags them.

When you exit the store, you have Maddy sit on a nearby bench. As she does, you can see her shaved pussy come into view as the short skirt rises up. Maddy tries desperately to hide her embarrassment as you reach into the bag and pull out the collar. “Here. Put this on,” you order.

Maddy wordlessly pleads with you as tears begin to fill in her eyes. You remain unaffected as you remind Maddy of her waiting son. Reluctantly, Maddy pulls the collar towards her neck as passersby stop to stare. She adjusts the strap as best as possible and then asks for your help to lock it into place. Happily you oblige snapping the hook through the ringlet, and twisting it till it locks in place.

You take a long look at your prize possession, and revel in your glory. Just to tease Maddy, you look into the bag, and whisper, “Should we use the leash?”

Once again, Maddy’s eyes fill with fear and tears, at the prospect of being led through the mall by a leash. “Oh, okay,” you relent, “Let’s go!”