Bookstore Bound

My Master, ever the gentleman, held the car door open for me. I smiled at him as I turned to get out of the car. I made sure to spread my legs in a very unladylike manner, giving him a good peek up my short dress. He simply shook his head and took my arm. We made our way over to the entrance to the adult bookstore.

A small bell jingled as we came in, making sure that everyone turned to look at us as we came in. The clicking of my high heels making me feel even more self-conscious. I tottered along on my 6" heels, feeling like everyone knew why I was there. Of course, it was pretty obvious what I was there for. I was dressed like a complete vinyl slut, in my black PVC mini dress and black patent thigh high boots. Fishnets stockings peeked out the tops of the boots, while the dress was so short, the garter tabs from my black PVC garter belt were quite visible. Not as visible were the red PVC corset and red PVC panties I had on.

"Red, the color of a harlot," Master told me when laying out my outfit. When I began to blush, he simply commented that its good to match.

My make-up was done to accent the vinyl slut look, with my eyes done in bright blue, with lots of mascara and ultra-bright red lipstick. Master seemed quite pleased with the finished results, simply stating that I was ready. I knew better than to ask for what. When he handed me my purse, but told me not to open it, I had a feeling. When I felt the unusual weight, I was pretty sure. When we pulled up to the bookstore I knew. Master had long threatened (or promised, if you like!) to take me here and bring one of my biggest fantasies to life. He also warned me when I told him about my fantasy, "Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it!"

All the men looking at me with lust made my heart race, and my stomach drop. I could feel my clitty trying to swell, but the plastic prison of my chastity cage made that impossible. We made our way through the front of the store, browsing through some of the videos and magazines.