11-02-2021, 08:52 PM
As we walked towards Angel's house I could feel Mr. Henman's, eyes burning my flesh as he leered at Suze and me. Reaching Angel's porch I had Suze knock on the door. A moment later the door swung open as if by magic. As we stepped into Angel's foyer I breathed a sigh of relief at being out of sight of Mr. Henman's prying eyes. The door swung closed behind us.
I turned around to see who had opened and closed the door, and in no way was I prepared for the sight that met my eyes. A startled gasp escaped me as I saw a man standing between the door and us. Suze squealed with fright and grabbed my arm as she saw the man too. He had been using the door to conceal himself. But with the door closed he could no longer hide.
The fact that he was naked from the waist up didn't shock me. Actually he was a rather handsome looking man who looked to be in his late thirties. His short black hair was spiked in a sort of a youthful punk style. For a tall man, about six foot and 180 pounds he looked less than macho with his hairless chest. The oddest thing about his upper body was the fact that his nipples had been pierced. Each nipple sported a silver colored ring. And, around his neck he wore a two inch wide black leather collar. The collar was locked in place with a small paddle lock and was fitted with several chrome-plated rings.
Considering where I was, in my Mistress's house, his pierced nipples and collar weren't odd at all. What really took my breath away, Angel's house or not, was the way the man was dressed from the waist down. Around his slender waist he wore a ruffled "French Maid's" satin mini-skirt. The skirt wasn't quite long enough to hide the tops of his black stockings or the garter straps that held them up. Buckled to his feet and locked in pair were a pair of six inch spiked open toed high heels.
It was quite evident that the "sissy" man was very embarrassed. But his distress didn't keep him from ogling Suze and me from head to toe. He nearly started to drool as his eyes locked onto my all but totally exposed titties. Oddly enough the more he gaped at Suze and me, the more distorted the handsome features of his face became. It was obvious that he was suffering some sort of distress.
Recovering a bit I said, "Mistress is expecting us."
Tearing his eyes from me and Suze he lowered his eyes submissively and replied uneasily, "Ple ... please ... please follow me ladies."
As he walked by me I noticed that his right arm had been pulled up behind his back and locked to his neck collar using a 12-inch length of chain. I also noticed the seams of the black nylons he wore. They had been aligned perfectly straight up the back of his skinny legs.
As we entered the living room Angel was relaxing with her feet up in a large over stuffed leather recliner. She was wearing a sleeveless white blouse with a scooped neckline and low rider blue jean cut-off shorts. The blouse was a cropped style that left much of Angel's firm tummy exposed. A warm sensation settled squarely between my legs as I fought my desire to crawl between Angel's gorgeous black thighs. On her feet, Angel wore a pair of white athletic socks and running shoes.
The sissy man turned to resume what he was doing before answering the door. But Angel stopped him with an icy, "Stay for a moment, pussy boy, you haven't met my new cracker hos. I want them to see what a girly boy you are."
When we entered the room I wasn't sure what to do so I began to strip but Angel waved me off with a brisk, "No need for that, ho."
"Good morning, my Nigger Mistress, and thank you," I said just as I had been trained to do.
Suze hesitated for a moment and Angel's features turned dark with near rage. Realizing that she was on the brink of big trouble, Suze stammered, "Good ... good morning ... my ... my Nigger Mistress."
Angel's look brightened as she smiled and said, "Sissy boy, would you check to see that neither of these old cows is wearing panties?"
Apparently he had made this inspection before, because he simply said, "Yes Ma'am."
I had absolutely no idea about what was coming. I actually thought I was about to be bangd by some sissy boy. Suze was fairing no better, as she nervously shifted her weight back and fourth from one foot to the other.
"Relax, you fat assed ho's, Greta here is totally harmless. Aren't you Greta?" Angel tried to reassure us.
"Yes Ma'am," Greta replied matter-of-factly.
"Show the ho's just how harmless you are my little sissy boy." Angel quipped.
Without saying a word, a shame faced, Greta stood facing Suze and me. Using his free left hand, Greta reached down and took hold of the hem of his short maid's skirt and lifted it up. Suze's high-pitched squeal said it all. I had never seen such a teeny tiny little weenie. Not even enough to call a cock. Encasing the itty-bitty dicky was an ugly steel apparatus that I supposed was some sort of cock cage. I had heard of them before, but never actually seen one. I understood that a contraption such as that was meant to make erections a very painful ordeal. And judging by the purplish color of Greta's teenie weenie, the cock cage was doing an effective job. Suddenly I realized why Greta had looked so distressed when we had entered a few seconds earlier. At least it was kinda nice to know that Greta seemed to be heterosexual.
Having reassured us that Greta was indeed harmless, as if it mattered, Angel barked an order at him, "Now check their pussies for panties, girly boy."
Greta took a step or two so he was standing right in front of Suze. Again using the only hand available to him, his left, he moved his hand under Suze's skirt. Suze fought back a smile as she shyly spread her feet. Her hips flexed slightly as she moaned softly with delight. I could only imagine what Greta's hand was doing under that skirt.
"Well?" Angel quizzed impatiently.
"Sh ...she's not wearing panties Ma'am." Greta replied timidly.
"Well, quit wasting time and check the other cow," Angel urged irritability.
Without a word Greta brought his hand from under Suze's skirt and stepped in front of me. Greta's finger glistened with Suze's pussy nectar. Then I knew for certain what his fingers had been doing. Silently, Greta slipped his hand under my short pink skirt. As he probed between my thighs I spread my feet just as Suze had. His finger roughly brushed against my clit on its way to my slit and I swooned with lust. A second later Greta crammed his thick finger into my juicy cunt. As he slipped it deeper and deeper into my folds, I couldn't help but think that his finger was no doubt thicker than his teenie weenie. My pleasure was mounting by the second as Greta finger fucked my yearning pussy. With his thumb, Greta rubbed my clit, causing my knees to buckle awkwardly.
"Well, sissy boy?" Angel demanded.
I groaned in utter despair as Greta pulled his finger from my drooling sex.
"She's not wearing panties either Ma'am." He informed Angel.
Greta's face was distorted in sheer agony as he looked at his finger which glistened with Suze's and my juices. Taking a deep breath, Greta asked in a trembling voice, "Ma ... ma ... may I Mistress?"
With a cocky smile Angel answered simply, "I suppose."
With out hesitation Greta slipped his finger into his mouth and began sucking it like a hungry baby sucks its pacifier. For more than a minute Greta sucked his finger, savoring the nectar he had elicited from Suze and me. Then, using long broad stokes of his tongue, Greta licked up and down the long thick finger, cleaning off every last drop of our sweetness.
"That's enough, girly boy," Angel scolded. Immediately Greta lowered his hand and his eyes. Then she added, "Get their prizes. You know, the ones I showed you earlier."
"Yes, Ma'am," Greta replied politely.
After Greta left the room, Angel ordered Suze and me to our knees, which we complied with quickly.
"Hands behind your backs you old cows," Angel growled. Without hesitation, Suze and I both crossed our wrists behind us as instructed. As I moved my arms, both straps of my so-called dress fell, exposing my full breasts and their hard nipples.
I tried to replace the straps and regain a smidgen of dignity, but Angel snapped angrily, "Let it be, ho! I like bruised white titties." Then with a smug smile Angel asked, "Who owns your titties you old fuck hole?"
Replacing my hands behind my back I responded the only way I could, "You do, my Nigger Mistress. You own my titties."
Greta's eyes bugled wide open as he returned and spied my bare tits. In a matter of seconds his handsome face was once again distorted with torment. In his free left hand, Greta carried two leather collars. One of the collars was hot pink, and the other, a bright whore red. Both were about three inches wide. Other than the color, the two collars were identical. Both had four chromed attachment rings and a buckle that could be used to lock them in place.
"The pink one is for miss bare tits there, my lit' girly boy." Angel intoned matter-of-factly. Then added, "Put them on you white gutter ho's."
I took the pink collar as Greta handed it to me, and as quickly as I could, I buckled it around my slender neck. From the corner of my eye I could see Suze doing the same thing. After the collars were in place, we again crossed our wrists behind our backs.
Greta stood to the side of Angel when she handed him two small paddle locks. "Use these to lock the collars." She told him.
Greta did exactly as he was told. He used the small locks to first lock my collar in place and then Suze's. The keys to the locks were no place to be seen.
"You may return to your chores now, needle dick," Angel directed.
"Yes Ma'am," Greta replied as he lowered his eyes and left the room.
Then, speaking to Suze, and me Angel said matter-of-factly, "My wimpy white girly boy was very naughty last night and will be punished later. If the two of you are good cows today maybe I'll allow you to watch. Would you like that?"
Realizing there was only one answer Angel wished to hear Suze and I responded in near harmony, "Yes, my Nigger Mistress."
Standing, Angel smiled her sexiest smile and asked, "So do you old cows like to shop?" It was a rhetorical question, and before either Suze or I could answer, Angel continued with a laugh, "It doesn't matter what you old fuck holes like, we are going shopping. So get on your freakin' feet now."
Suze and I quickly gained our feet as Suze stuttered sheepishly, "Ba ... but ... I ...don't ... I don't have any money, my ... ah er ... my na ... my Nigger Mistress."
Angel laughed out loud as she stated light heartedly without answering Suze directly, "Fuck hole Barbie here is buying aren't you slut."
Swallowing a large lump in my throat, I responded, "Of course, my Nigger Mistress."
Angel then added a bit smugly, "Cover yourself, ho."
With that said, I pulled the straps of my dress back up over my shoulders while adjusting them to cover as much of my tits as possible. It was futile, as there wasn't much material to work with.
Angel then sent me back to my house to retrieve my bankcard and ID. As I walked from Angel's house to mine, I was quite relieved to find that Mr. Henman had gone back inside, and no one else was on the street. I walked as quickly as my six-inch high heels would allow. My heavy tits bounced whorishly and threatened to pop free of the narrow scraps of material that was trying to contain them. Using my hands I self- consciously cupped each of my freedom seeking tits whorishly and picked up my pace a bit.
On my way back to Angel's house with bankcard and ID in hand, I noticed a car coming down the street towards me. With my hands at my side, I slowed my pace in an effort to keep my nearly bare tits from bouncing so wildly. The car slowed as it neared me, and I realized it was occupied by two young white males. I bit my lower lip and kept my eyes focused straight-ahead, trying to ignore the car as it slowed further.
As it rolled past, I heard a loud "wolf whistle" and one of them called out, "I just love pink. Know what I mean, baby?"
I couldn't help but feel as if they were banging me with their eyes. As they ogled my exposed body, I heard another rude comment, "I aint sure what she's sellin' but I'll take a dozen." A chorus of crude laugher followed.
After the car rolled past, I again picked up my pace and hurried up the walk to Angel's house. As I approached her porch, she and a red-faced Suze were just coming out of the house. Angel, I noticed, was carrying a small handbag.
As I neared them, I couldn't help but feel a touch of jealousy over Suze's black dress. The same classic mini-dress with spaghetti straps and scooped neckline which looked so whorish yesterday, seemed quite conservative in today's light. As my titties were all but falling out of my dress I envied Suze, and the sense of modesty she must have felt.
As we met at the bottom of Angel's porch, she opened her handbag and instructed me to drop my cards in it. Without even thinking about it, I obeyed. It didn't matter that I had just given Angel even more control over me. All that mattered was pleasing her. I had to laugh inside (and not a funny laugh either) as I thought about it. It seemed that about the only control I had left was over my bodily functions. I had to wonder when, where and how she would take charge of even those most basic needs. She would. I knew for certain that one day Angel would control every single aspect of my being. The thought caused the warm tingly sensation between my legs to intensify. God help me, but it did.
Angel closed her handbag with a smug grin. Then, as we stood there in plain view of the whole neighborhood, Angel told Suze to show me what was in her hands. In silence and with her eyes lowered, Suze lifted her hands and opened them. Lying in the palm of each hand were six shiny alligator style clamps. I was only mildly surprised.
"Go ahead and take six, you old piece of white assed trash," Angel smugly smiled as she looked at me. Then she added, "Carry three in each hand, ho."
Without question, I did as I was told, taking three clamps into each hand. I held them tightly in my clinched fists.
"Now, Suze Q, tell your white slut of a landlady what the clamps represent." Angel said.
With her eyes still diverted, Suze spoke softly, "We are to carry the clamps as a constant reminder of what could happen if we fail to please our ... Na ... Na ... our Nigger Mistress." Suze then continued, "I was told there are many places on our bodies, besides in our hands, where we might carry them. Where we carry them would be decided by our behavior."
A very cocky smile curled Angel's beautiful full lips as she turned on her heel and headed for her car in the driveway. As we walked, Angel handed me her keys. As we approached Angel's black Cadillac CST Angel demanded that Suze open the rear door for her. Suze obeyed silently as I opened the driver's door. After Angel had seated herself in the back seat, she told Suze to close the door and get in the back seat from the other side.
Pangs of resentment swept over me as I realized that Suze was going to be allowed to ride in the rear seat with Angel. However, I certainly couldn't voice any objections. So, I just sat myself behind the wheel. The clamps I held in my hands reminded me to make every effort to be a good girl.
Our first stop was a Wal-Mart several miles away in the predominately black part of town. Angel directed me to park on the fringe of the parking lot away from any other vehicles. She then directed me to open her door. With her door held open, Angel exited the plush automobile.
As we crossed the 100 plus yards to the stores entrance, Angel direct Suze and I to walk on either side of her, but a couple steps behind. Suze walked on her right, while I was on the left. In her Nike's, Angel set a brisk pace. Suze and I had difficulty matching her tempo in our six-inch heels. I can only imagine the spectacle we must have made crossing the lot. Two older white ladies following a young black girl were bound to attract attention. Men stopped in their tracks to openly stare, and some women as well. Whistles came from every direction as Suze and I blushed with embarrassment. I felt everyone ogling my bouncing tits. I also imagined that everyone knew the meaning behind the pink leather collar locked around my neck. For the second time that day, I focused my blue eyes straight ahead and tried my best to ignore what was going on around me.
When we reached the door, Angel paused a moment. She flashed a smug smile in Suze's direction and Suze quickly stepped forward to open the door for our Mistress. Angel directed me to get a cart.
As we walked around Wal-Mart, the calves of my legs began to ache from the effects of the high-heels I was being forced to wear. Again, people stopped in their tracks to gawk at Suze and me. As if she didn't have a care in the world, Angel headed for the Men's Department. Angel picked out men's tank tops for both my sister slut Suze and me. Mine, of course, was hot pink, while Suze's was a bright whore red. Moving on, Angel picked up several pairs of white athletic socks for Suze, as well as a pair of running shoes. In the Lady's Department, Mistress chose spandex 'boy shorts' for both of us. Again, she kept to our color scheme. Our next stop was in the Pet Department, where Angel chose two six foot long leather dog leashes and two six foot chain style leashes. Then Angel picked out several large metal pet food bowls.
As we shopped, heads were continuously turning in our direct. Whenever I bent over, or stretched above my head, I felt as if everyone was watching, hoping and waiting to see if any part of my body might be exposed. I had to smile to myself, because in my skimpy attire, and without a bra or panties, I wasn't leaving a lot to the imagination anyway.
A couple of burly black men were even brazen enough to approach Angel and ask her what it'd cost to spend and hour with me. I was mildly surprised, and I suppose a bit disappointed, when Angel politely rejected their offers. She did on the other hand make sure to give them her number.
After paying we headed back to Angel's Caddy. She set a faster pace than before and with the cart I was pushing and my aching calf muscles it was all I could do to keep up. But the clamps I continued to carried in my hands reminded me how lucky I was. Those nasty hurtful clamps could easily adorn my nipples or cunt lips at my Mistress's whim and I damn well knew it. The cat calls, rude comments and general leering seemed worse than when we had entered.
I sighed long and hard as we again settled into Angel beautiful and expensive automobile. Once again I drove as Mistress Angel and Suze occupied the rear seat. I was at least thankful for the time to rest my weary legs and feet. Pulling out of the lot I noticed that our Mistress had pulled down the straps on Suze's classic lit' black dress and was toying with her lovely tits. It only took Angel a minute to make Suze's puffy nipples rock hard. A moment later Suze was moaning in heat as our Mistress began to stuff Suze's open mouth with tongue. For the second time that morning I truly envied my southern born and breed housemate Suze.
Coming up for air Angel directed me to Sensual Sisters where I had shopped before. As we drove Angel continued to toy with Suze. And, before long Suze was purring with delight.
In the area of the store I was stunned to find that the street was much busier than it had been on my previous visit. Dozens of black people were milling about on the street. Angel directed me to a parking lot a full two blocks away. After parking Angel again lead Suze and me on a brisk walk towards the store. In just a few yards my feet and legs ached worse than ever from the effects of the high-heels I wore.
I turned around to see who had opened and closed the door, and in no way was I prepared for the sight that met my eyes. A startled gasp escaped me as I saw a man standing between the door and us. Suze squealed with fright and grabbed my arm as she saw the man too. He had been using the door to conceal himself. But with the door closed he could no longer hide.
The fact that he was naked from the waist up didn't shock me. Actually he was a rather handsome looking man who looked to be in his late thirties. His short black hair was spiked in a sort of a youthful punk style. For a tall man, about six foot and 180 pounds he looked less than macho with his hairless chest. The oddest thing about his upper body was the fact that his nipples had been pierced. Each nipple sported a silver colored ring. And, around his neck he wore a two inch wide black leather collar. The collar was locked in place with a small paddle lock and was fitted with several chrome-plated rings.
Considering where I was, in my Mistress's house, his pierced nipples and collar weren't odd at all. What really took my breath away, Angel's house or not, was the way the man was dressed from the waist down. Around his slender waist he wore a ruffled "French Maid's" satin mini-skirt. The skirt wasn't quite long enough to hide the tops of his black stockings or the garter straps that held them up. Buckled to his feet and locked in pair were a pair of six inch spiked open toed high heels.
It was quite evident that the "sissy" man was very embarrassed. But his distress didn't keep him from ogling Suze and me from head to toe. He nearly started to drool as his eyes locked onto my all but totally exposed titties. Oddly enough the more he gaped at Suze and me, the more distorted the handsome features of his face became. It was obvious that he was suffering some sort of distress.
Recovering a bit I said, "Mistress is expecting us."
Tearing his eyes from me and Suze he lowered his eyes submissively and replied uneasily, "Ple ... please ... please follow me ladies."
As he walked by me I noticed that his right arm had been pulled up behind his back and locked to his neck collar using a 12-inch length of chain. I also noticed the seams of the black nylons he wore. They had been aligned perfectly straight up the back of his skinny legs.
As we entered the living room Angel was relaxing with her feet up in a large over stuffed leather recliner. She was wearing a sleeveless white blouse with a scooped neckline and low rider blue jean cut-off shorts. The blouse was a cropped style that left much of Angel's firm tummy exposed. A warm sensation settled squarely between my legs as I fought my desire to crawl between Angel's gorgeous black thighs. On her feet, Angel wore a pair of white athletic socks and running shoes.
The sissy man turned to resume what he was doing before answering the door. But Angel stopped him with an icy, "Stay for a moment, pussy boy, you haven't met my new cracker hos. I want them to see what a girly boy you are."
When we entered the room I wasn't sure what to do so I began to strip but Angel waved me off with a brisk, "No need for that, ho."
"Good morning, my Nigger Mistress, and thank you," I said just as I had been trained to do.
Suze hesitated for a moment and Angel's features turned dark with near rage. Realizing that she was on the brink of big trouble, Suze stammered, "Good ... good morning ... my ... my Nigger Mistress."
Angel's look brightened as she smiled and said, "Sissy boy, would you check to see that neither of these old cows is wearing panties?"
Apparently he had made this inspection before, because he simply said, "Yes Ma'am."
I had absolutely no idea about what was coming. I actually thought I was about to be bangd by some sissy boy. Suze was fairing no better, as she nervously shifted her weight back and fourth from one foot to the other.
"Relax, you fat assed ho's, Greta here is totally harmless. Aren't you Greta?" Angel tried to reassure us.
"Yes Ma'am," Greta replied matter-of-factly.
"Show the ho's just how harmless you are my little sissy boy." Angel quipped.
Without saying a word, a shame faced, Greta stood facing Suze and me. Using his free left hand, Greta reached down and took hold of the hem of his short maid's skirt and lifted it up. Suze's high-pitched squeal said it all. I had never seen such a teeny tiny little weenie. Not even enough to call a cock. Encasing the itty-bitty dicky was an ugly steel apparatus that I supposed was some sort of cock cage. I had heard of them before, but never actually seen one. I understood that a contraption such as that was meant to make erections a very painful ordeal. And judging by the purplish color of Greta's teenie weenie, the cock cage was doing an effective job. Suddenly I realized why Greta had looked so distressed when we had entered a few seconds earlier. At least it was kinda nice to know that Greta seemed to be heterosexual.
Having reassured us that Greta was indeed harmless, as if it mattered, Angel barked an order at him, "Now check their pussies for panties, girly boy."
Greta took a step or two so he was standing right in front of Suze. Again using the only hand available to him, his left, he moved his hand under Suze's skirt. Suze fought back a smile as she shyly spread her feet. Her hips flexed slightly as she moaned softly with delight. I could only imagine what Greta's hand was doing under that skirt.
"Well?" Angel quizzed impatiently.
"Sh ...she's not wearing panties Ma'am." Greta replied timidly.
"Well, quit wasting time and check the other cow," Angel urged irritability.
Without a word Greta brought his hand from under Suze's skirt and stepped in front of me. Greta's finger glistened with Suze's pussy nectar. Then I knew for certain what his fingers had been doing. Silently, Greta slipped his hand under my short pink skirt. As he probed between my thighs I spread my feet just as Suze had. His finger roughly brushed against my clit on its way to my slit and I swooned with lust. A second later Greta crammed his thick finger into my juicy cunt. As he slipped it deeper and deeper into my folds, I couldn't help but think that his finger was no doubt thicker than his teenie weenie. My pleasure was mounting by the second as Greta finger fucked my yearning pussy. With his thumb, Greta rubbed my clit, causing my knees to buckle awkwardly.
"Well, sissy boy?" Angel demanded.
I groaned in utter despair as Greta pulled his finger from my drooling sex.
"She's not wearing panties either Ma'am." He informed Angel.
Greta's face was distorted in sheer agony as he looked at his finger which glistened with Suze's and my juices. Taking a deep breath, Greta asked in a trembling voice, "Ma ... ma ... may I Mistress?"
With a cocky smile Angel answered simply, "I suppose."
With out hesitation Greta slipped his finger into his mouth and began sucking it like a hungry baby sucks its pacifier. For more than a minute Greta sucked his finger, savoring the nectar he had elicited from Suze and me. Then, using long broad stokes of his tongue, Greta licked up and down the long thick finger, cleaning off every last drop of our sweetness.
"That's enough, girly boy," Angel scolded. Immediately Greta lowered his hand and his eyes. Then she added, "Get their prizes. You know, the ones I showed you earlier."
"Yes, Ma'am," Greta replied politely.
After Greta left the room, Angel ordered Suze and me to our knees, which we complied with quickly.
"Hands behind your backs you old cows," Angel growled. Without hesitation, Suze and I both crossed our wrists behind us as instructed. As I moved my arms, both straps of my so-called dress fell, exposing my full breasts and their hard nipples.
I tried to replace the straps and regain a smidgen of dignity, but Angel snapped angrily, "Let it be, ho! I like bruised white titties." Then with a smug smile Angel asked, "Who owns your titties you old fuck hole?"
Replacing my hands behind my back I responded the only way I could, "You do, my Nigger Mistress. You own my titties."
Greta's eyes bugled wide open as he returned and spied my bare tits. In a matter of seconds his handsome face was once again distorted with torment. In his free left hand, Greta carried two leather collars. One of the collars was hot pink, and the other, a bright whore red. Both were about three inches wide. Other than the color, the two collars were identical. Both had four chromed attachment rings and a buckle that could be used to lock them in place.
"The pink one is for miss bare tits there, my lit' girly boy." Angel intoned matter-of-factly. Then added, "Put them on you white gutter ho's."
I took the pink collar as Greta handed it to me, and as quickly as I could, I buckled it around my slender neck. From the corner of my eye I could see Suze doing the same thing. After the collars were in place, we again crossed our wrists behind our backs.
Greta stood to the side of Angel when she handed him two small paddle locks. "Use these to lock the collars." She told him.
Greta did exactly as he was told. He used the small locks to first lock my collar in place and then Suze's. The keys to the locks were no place to be seen.
"You may return to your chores now, needle dick," Angel directed.
"Yes Ma'am," Greta replied as he lowered his eyes and left the room.
Then, speaking to Suze, and me Angel said matter-of-factly, "My wimpy white girly boy was very naughty last night and will be punished later. If the two of you are good cows today maybe I'll allow you to watch. Would you like that?"
Realizing there was only one answer Angel wished to hear Suze and I responded in near harmony, "Yes, my Nigger Mistress."
Standing, Angel smiled her sexiest smile and asked, "So do you old cows like to shop?" It was a rhetorical question, and before either Suze or I could answer, Angel continued with a laugh, "It doesn't matter what you old fuck holes like, we are going shopping. So get on your freakin' feet now."
Suze and I quickly gained our feet as Suze stuttered sheepishly, "Ba ... but ... I ...don't ... I don't have any money, my ... ah er ... my na ... my Nigger Mistress."
Angel laughed out loud as she stated light heartedly without answering Suze directly, "Fuck hole Barbie here is buying aren't you slut."
Swallowing a large lump in my throat, I responded, "Of course, my Nigger Mistress."
Angel then added a bit smugly, "Cover yourself, ho."
With that said, I pulled the straps of my dress back up over my shoulders while adjusting them to cover as much of my tits as possible. It was futile, as there wasn't much material to work with.
Angel then sent me back to my house to retrieve my bankcard and ID. As I walked from Angel's house to mine, I was quite relieved to find that Mr. Henman had gone back inside, and no one else was on the street. I walked as quickly as my six-inch high heels would allow. My heavy tits bounced whorishly and threatened to pop free of the narrow scraps of material that was trying to contain them. Using my hands I self- consciously cupped each of my freedom seeking tits whorishly and picked up my pace a bit.
On my way back to Angel's house with bankcard and ID in hand, I noticed a car coming down the street towards me. With my hands at my side, I slowed my pace in an effort to keep my nearly bare tits from bouncing so wildly. The car slowed as it neared me, and I realized it was occupied by two young white males. I bit my lower lip and kept my eyes focused straight-ahead, trying to ignore the car as it slowed further.
As it rolled past, I heard a loud "wolf whistle" and one of them called out, "I just love pink. Know what I mean, baby?"
I couldn't help but feel as if they were banging me with their eyes. As they ogled my exposed body, I heard another rude comment, "I aint sure what she's sellin' but I'll take a dozen." A chorus of crude laugher followed.
After the car rolled past, I again picked up my pace and hurried up the walk to Angel's house. As I approached her porch, she and a red-faced Suze were just coming out of the house. Angel, I noticed, was carrying a small handbag.
As I neared them, I couldn't help but feel a touch of jealousy over Suze's black dress. The same classic mini-dress with spaghetti straps and scooped neckline which looked so whorish yesterday, seemed quite conservative in today's light. As my titties were all but falling out of my dress I envied Suze, and the sense of modesty she must have felt.
As we met at the bottom of Angel's porch, she opened her handbag and instructed me to drop my cards in it. Without even thinking about it, I obeyed. It didn't matter that I had just given Angel even more control over me. All that mattered was pleasing her. I had to laugh inside (and not a funny laugh either) as I thought about it. It seemed that about the only control I had left was over my bodily functions. I had to wonder when, where and how she would take charge of even those most basic needs. She would. I knew for certain that one day Angel would control every single aspect of my being. The thought caused the warm tingly sensation between my legs to intensify. God help me, but it did.
Angel closed her handbag with a smug grin. Then, as we stood there in plain view of the whole neighborhood, Angel told Suze to show me what was in her hands. In silence and with her eyes lowered, Suze lifted her hands and opened them. Lying in the palm of each hand were six shiny alligator style clamps. I was only mildly surprised.
"Go ahead and take six, you old piece of white assed trash," Angel smugly smiled as she looked at me. Then she added, "Carry three in each hand, ho."
Without question, I did as I was told, taking three clamps into each hand. I held them tightly in my clinched fists.
"Now, Suze Q, tell your white slut of a landlady what the clamps represent." Angel said.
With her eyes still diverted, Suze spoke softly, "We are to carry the clamps as a constant reminder of what could happen if we fail to please our ... Na ... Na ... our Nigger Mistress." Suze then continued, "I was told there are many places on our bodies, besides in our hands, where we might carry them. Where we carry them would be decided by our behavior."
A very cocky smile curled Angel's beautiful full lips as she turned on her heel and headed for her car in the driveway. As we walked, Angel handed me her keys. As we approached Angel's black Cadillac CST Angel demanded that Suze open the rear door for her. Suze obeyed silently as I opened the driver's door. After Angel had seated herself in the back seat, she told Suze to close the door and get in the back seat from the other side.
Pangs of resentment swept over me as I realized that Suze was going to be allowed to ride in the rear seat with Angel. However, I certainly couldn't voice any objections. So, I just sat myself behind the wheel. The clamps I held in my hands reminded me to make every effort to be a good girl.
Our first stop was a Wal-Mart several miles away in the predominately black part of town. Angel directed me to park on the fringe of the parking lot away from any other vehicles. She then directed me to open her door. With her door held open, Angel exited the plush automobile.
As we crossed the 100 plus yards to the stores entrance, Angel direct Suze and I to walk on either side of her, but a couple steps behind. Suze walked on her right, while I was on the left. In her Nike's, Angel set a brisk pace. Suze and I had difficulty matching her tempo in our six-inch heels. I can only imagine the spectacle we must have made crossing the lot. Two older white ladies following a young black girl were bound to attract attention. Men stopped in their tracks to openly stare, and some women as well. Whistles came from every direction as Suze and I blushed with embarrassment. I felt everyone ogling my bouncing tits. I also imagined that everyone knew the meaning behind the pink leather collar locked around my neck. For the second time that day, I focused my blue eyes straight ahead and tried my best to ignore what was going on around me.
When we reached the door, Angel paused a moment. She flashed a smug smile in Suze's direction and Suze quickly stepped forward to open the door for our Mistress. Angel directed me to get a cart.
As we walked around Wal-Mart, the calves of my legs began to ache from the effects of the high-heels I was being forced to wear. Again, people stopped in their tracks to gawk at Suze and me. As if she didn't have a care in the world, Angel headed for the Men's Department. Angel picked out men's tank tops for both my sister slut Suze and me. Mine, of course, was hot pink, while Suze's was a bright whore red. Moving on, Angel picked up several pairs of white athletic socks for Suze, as well as a pair of running shoes. In the Lady's Department, Mistress chose spandex 'boy shorts' for both of us. Again, she kept to our color scheme. Our next stop was in the Pet Department, where Angel chose two six foot long leather dog leashes and two six foot chain style leashes. Then Angel picked out several large metal pet food bowls.
As we shopped, heads were continuously turning in our direct. Whenever I bent over, or stretched above my head, I felt as if everyone was watching, hoping and waiting to see if any part of my body might be exposed. I had to smile to myself, because in my skimpy attire, and without a bra or panties, I wasn't leaving a lot to the imagination anyway.
A couple of burly black men were even brazen enough to approach Angel and ask her what it'd cost to spend and hour with me. I was mildly surprised, and I suppose a bit disappointed, when Angel politely rejected their offers. She did on the other hand make sure to give them her number.
After paying we headed back to Angel's Caddy. She set a faster pace than before and with the cart I was pushing and my aching calf muscles it was all I could do to keep up. But the clamps I continued to carried in my hands reminded me how lucky I was. Those nasty hurtful clamps could easily adorn my nipples or cunt lips at my Mistress's whim and I damn well knew it. The cat calls, rude comments and general leering seemed worse than when we had entered.
I sighed long and hard as we again settled into Angel beautiful and expensive automobile. Once again I drove as Mistress Angel and Suze occupied the rear seat. I was at least thankful for the time to rest my weary legs and feet. Pulling out of the lot I noticed that our Mistress had pulled down the straps on Suze's classic lit' black dress and was toying with her lovely tits. It only took Angel a minute to make Suze's puffy nipples rock hard. A moment later Suze was moaning in heat as our Mistress began to stuff Suze's open mouth with tongue. For the second time that morning I truly envied my southern born and breed housemate Suze.
Coming up for air Angel directed me to Sensual Sisters where I had shopped before. As we drove Angel continued to toy with Suze. And, before long Suze was purring with delight.
In the area of the store I was stunned to find that the street was much busier than it had been on my previous visit. Dozens of black people were milling about on the street. Angel directed me to a parking lot a full two blocks away. After parking Angel again lead Suze and me on a brisk walk towards the store. In just a few yards my feet and legs ached worse than ever from the effects of the high-heels I wore.
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