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The Shopping Trip

It enters My domain with its eyes downcast. I pull it in by its tie and order it to strip, which it does after it hands Me a bunch of white roses, My favorite. I attach tweezer clamps to its tiny, cat-like nipples and tightly bind its dangling manhood with a black silk stocking. It is given a pair of frilly pink panties to slip on over its ever-growing erection and then ordered to re-dress as we proceed to the waiting car outside

Later at Bergdorf's, the saleslady giggles at my collared slave as I walk back and forth in the gold and white Chanel sandals and white Dior suit I have picked out. I put my dainty foot between his legs, partly to show him the shoe, partly to tease his ever growing erection. He dutifully hands over his credit card to the attractive schoolmarmish saleslady and then we head downtown to the village for more shoes.

At the shoe salon on eighth street the tall, handsome gay manager meets Me and My slave at the door, eager to show us the new arrivals. I decide on a pair of heavenly sandals from Zanotti; black satin with 5 inch heels and chandelier crystals dangling over My slickly polished toenails. On the way to the register I see a pair of blue and white Roberto Cavalli knee-high boots with impossibly high heels and grab them as well.

After another round of credit card humiliation we walk around the block to the charming French restaurant where we have dinner. I pick and taste the wine, and decide what My slave will have for dinner... he understands the role reversal, and knows his place.

It is 10:20 p.m.. We have been together for 4 hours and I know he is eager to play so we return to My apartment and I chain him to the radiator with a little bowl of water nearby. I torment him a bit more, grinding My spiked heels into his groin while he tries to satisfy himself. As he gets closer, I pull on the clamps that hang on his now red nipples. He howls and I gag him. His eyes implore me to allow him to finish. I sit back and smile and give him the okay. He explodes, cleans up and dresses after I release him.

I allow him to massage My feet before shooing him out the door. Not a bad pet, all things considered.