Master-Sir’s girlfriend, Miss Carol, invited me to go shopping—something the Pretty Brunette often did with me. With The Pretty Brunette, She shopped, I paid with my credit card, and carried the bags.

Miss Carol was a little different. She has a sporty BMW convertible and gave me the keys. As well as Her credit card. I was to drive, fuel the car, and pay for everything with her card. She was just there to enjoy the experience. And it was an experience!

When I opened the door to get in, I noticed a towel on the driver’s seat. The last time i was in her car, I kept my dress down so as not to stain the fabric. This time, she wanted me in full slave mode. Boobs out and bare ass on the seat, just as I am trained to do!

She loved the looks we got driving and at stop lights. The top was down ont he car and the top was down on the driver!

At the gas station, i got out, and my skirt did not easily follow, so I know several people got a flash as well; I didn’t really put my boobs back until we were stopped and I had just opened my door. I love being seen.

On the way to the mall, yes, people still shop there. we talked. She asked about my orgasms or lack of them. She doesn’t understand the mindset of not being allowed to have them, and now, I don’t want to have them when I am serving someone.

She took me into the ladies’ lingerie in one of the high-end shops. The lady there knew her by name and welcomed us. She looked at me and asked Miss Carol if I was “the project.” She said yes. I am her boyfriend’s slave. It was a very casual statement and loud enough for others to hear.

The lady pulled out a few boxes she had behind the counter. She told Miss Carol they were waiting for her. I didn’t understand until Miss Carol explained that she talked with my owner, and they agreed I should own some nicer bras and panties. Especially bras that will properly fit and support me at work or out on errands.

She told the saleslady she was tired of seeing my sagging titties all the time and was pretty sure my Boss probably felt the same. She thought it was time to make some changes in how I was allowed to dress.

All three of us were in the dressing room watching me get naked and try all four sets on. They were beautiful and made me feel beautiful. Looking at the tag, I saw these were the same brand as the ones I hand wash for her.

Other than telling her how I felt wearing them, I was never asked a question or part of their conversations. They ignored me. I was there to be fitted, and that was it.

This was a way to make the house slave look a little prettier when being displayed in public.

I wanted to kiss and hug her. To thank her. I tried to kneel and kiss her feet properly, but I thought that might be too much for the saleslady. Anyway, I was all smiles and wet between my legs as I thanked them both.

She said we would take them all. Telling me to pay for it with her credit card. I almost fainted when I saw the final price for four sets of “intimate lingerie.” I asked if she really wanted me to have these; the cost was too much for me.

She responded that these were not for me, but for my Owner to make his slave more presentable. It may not benefit me sexually, but she knew it would get my Owner wanting to fuck her more this weekend.

That means I will clean up a larger mess over the next few nights. Then she smiled as we walked out of the store.

I was anxious to get home and show them to my Owner, but she said we had more shopping to do. Most of what we went shopping for was for her, and her travel needs, so I don’t remember what all she bought. I do know it was expensive, and I ended up carrying a lot of bags back to the car.

I had a warm and wonderful feeling as the one who cared for everything. I served her in many ways. I filled her gas tank, washed the windows, I ordered the lunch and went to the counter to pick it up. I made sure her drink cups were always full. I now know her favorite coffee or latte, so she doesn’t have to remind me.

I let her see how I set the bags down to ensure they were secure and proper. Yes, it was her credit card, but I signed for it and took the receipt. She was relaxing and enjoying being served by a well-trained slave.

She had me lift my skirt out in the parking lot to feel me. She took her time before she put her fingers in my pussy. Rubbing my clit for a few seconds before removing her fingers. I moaned loudly as she brought them to my lips to suck clean.

This is something she has started to do more often. She wanted to see how wet I was and maybe get in a little public exhibition simultaneously. She laughed at the fact that I was soaking wet; my juices were going down my legs. All from getting new bras!

At home, Master-sir kissed her first, then kissed me. I put everything away and was told to model what she bought me. They talked about each pair and how it made me look and feel. I never was allowed to respond.

After the fashion show was complete and I served them their drinks, kneeling at master-Sirs feet, he asked if I liked what she bought me. I did, very much so. I can’t wait to see how they look going to work.

Sitting on the couch, sipping her drink, she looked down at me and smiled as she raised her leg and pointed her stocking foot at my face. I was happy to take her foot and kiss them both. Telling her how much I appreciate the gifts. And how much I loved her spending her valuable time with this slave.