Taking the Sissy Shopping

"Get dressed, pet. We are going shopping," Chloe calls to her slaveboy.

"Yes, Queen," comes the prompt reply. Naked and in the closet, pet looks over his options. Queen has been allowing him to pick his own outfits for a couple of months now, but they have never gone in public while he was dressed up! Fidgeting with the hem of one of the more frilly dresses, pet decided he should probably go with something very slutty. The more slutty, the more likely it was to please Her Majesty.

After deciding on an outfit, slaveboy slipped into a matching hot pink panty and bra set, sat at his pretty pink vanity and put on his sissy face. Dramatic whore makeup to go with his dramatic whore outfit. Pulling on a wig, he turned to his clothes, ready to get this over with. He pulled the silky pantyhose over his shaven legs, it felt strange pushing against his chastity cage, making him very aware of his sacrifice. He wiggled the embarrassingly short skirt over his hips, it almost didn't cover everything!

Finally, he pulled the crop top over his head, stuffed his bra, and slipped on the incredibly slutty heels.
Looking himself over in the mirror, he couldn't help but blush. He looked like a cheap prostitute. Before leaving his room, slaveboy spritzed his body with the cotton candy body spray Queen Chloe insists finishes any slut look.
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Pet stands before Her Majesty, head bowed, hands clasped behind his back. She hasn't looked up from her book yet, but he knows she knows he's there. As soon as he entered the room he saw her nose wrinkle - the cotton candy smell was overbearing on anyone at first. After a couple more moments, the Queen looks up from her novel. A small smile spreads across her beautiful lips.

"I am ready to serve, Your Majesty," pet says without looking up. Chloe quickly inspects pets work. The makeup is a tiny bit sloppy, but that added to the look. The combination of the skirt and the chastity device left little to the imagination. The hot pink bra straps stood out brightly against pets pale shoulders. She adjusted the wig a little bit and stepped back.

"Perfect," Chloe sat back into her armchair and spread her legs. "You may service me now." Slaveboy quickly dropped to his knees before her and buried his head between her milky soft thighs. His tongue lapped greedily at her clit, relishing the taste of his Queen. She played with his wig and moaned softly as he sucked, nibbled, and licked.

After she had had her fill of pleasure, pet backed away and still kneeling, portrayed himself before her. She stood, adjusted her skirt and instructed him to do the same. After they were both presentable again, they headed out. Pet driving and Queen sitting in the back.

While Pet drove the 20 minutes to the shopping mall, Chloe finished reading her novel. She had brought the book with her and intentionally ignored Pet's every attempt to make conversation. By the time they finally arrived at the mall, Pet had gotten the hint and shut up.

Pet got out of the vehicle and opened the door for his Queen Chloe. As she climbed out of the car, she deliberately flashed her panties. The peek at her undergarments made Pets cage jump a little, and his Queen noticed. She reached under his skirt and pinched the inside of his thighs as punishment, before completely getting out of the car.

They walked into the mall, Chloe pointing out everyone who stared at Pet. Insisting he smile and wave at the one's who gawked. There was a particular man, who was approximately the same build as Pet, but much more of a man, who openly watched Pet, his lips pulled up in disgust.

Pet hoped Queen wouldn't notice, but she did. She grabbed Pet's ass and whispered in his ear that he was to flirtatiously wave and blow a kiss to the stranger. Pet's insides recoiled at the thought, and he felt sick but did as he was told. To add insult to Pets humiliation, the strangers face contorted as if he had just caught a whiff of something particularly foul.

Thankfully, they entered the building before any more humiliation with the stranger could ensue. Once inside, though, there were triple the amount of people. It seemed as if all of them turned to take in the whore that was Pet. He felt his face flush a crimson red and stumbled in his high heels. Chloe gave him a reprimanding glare, as he straightened himself back up.

Their first stop was Victoria's Secret. Pet was instructed to find a sales women to help measure Queen. While Queen Chloe is well aware of her measurements, she took pleasure in sitting the dressing room waiting area, while Pet ran around trying to find someone to help.

Finally, Pet found someone to help and had them follow him to his Queen. While the saleswoman measured Chloe, they chatted about bras and panties. When Chloe was finished, to Pet's horror, she asked the woman to measure him. The woman looked skeptical but did so anyway.

Her petite hands fumbled around Pet's torso, "Take off your bra," Chloe demanded, and Pet obliged quickly. The toilet paper he had stuffed into it fell to the floor causing the saleswoman to giggle. Once again his face displayed his shame.
The saleswoman then measured him and recommend a couple of good heavily padded push-up bras. Chloe asked the woman to bring a couple in his size, and she scurried off to find a handful of very feminine samples for him to try on.

To be continued. . . .