I bent down on my knees. Cursing Jane's knots. I worked my fingers trying to release the bindings around Kara's ankles. It took some time, but I eventually managed to release her bare feet. Mindful of any possible kick. None were forthcoming. Yet.

I rose and touched her shoulder. The naked woman wordlessly dropped to her knees from her seat. I guided her towards Julie, ignoring her soft protests. Julie just watched in horror as Kara approached. Creeping forward on her knees. Hands still cuffed behind her. Her right hand was getting noticeably bluish from the tighter cuff.

I sat up on the desk and watched the older woman creep across the floor. Finally she sat back on her bare heels in front of Julie. She turned her head, her eyes tearing and pleaded with me.

"Please? Don't make me do this."

"If you prefer, I can whip your breasts for a while."

"Will that get me out of this?"

"No. I'll whip you until you beg to do it."

"Oh God." She turned her face up towards Julie. "Sweety, you heard what the other girls said. He'll do it. And I know that I'll break. No matter how much I try to be strong. He'll whip my tits. I. I'd be in pain, more in pain, and still doing this. Please try. For me?"

Julie nodded. Kara whispered to her. "Good girl. I can't do this alone. I don't do this for all my applicants."

She shuddered and lowered her head. Instinctively Julie tried to snap her legs closed, but the ropes held her bare body securely open on the chair. Tears were rolling down the girl's face but she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on Kara's tongue. Probably, Jane or Christi had advised her to just pretend it was her boyfriend or something. I was surprised, after all the protests, I was fully expecting to have to crop at least one of them to convince them to make love. They continued, aware of my scrutiny of them, but trying to ignore it.  Trying to get it over with. Perhaps it was useful letting them think about it beforehand.

Lost in her own private world, Julie had her eyes closed. Breathing harder and harder. Fantasizing. Bare breasts rising and falling. Faster and faster as her rate of breathing increased. Concentrating on the sensations of Kara's soft tongue flicking across her clitoris. Tracing her lips. Amy was kneeling watching in fascination at the sex in front of her. I thought even her lips were flushing, her nipples hardening. It was erotic. No matter who you were. No matter what gender.

Finally, Julie took a deep breath and cried out. Pulling desperately against the ropes binding her. Her soft cries filling the room. Struggling to catch her breath.

Julie spoke, as her breath returned. "Kara? I'm done. You can stop now."

Kara raised her head and looked at me. Instinctively knowing that she wasn't to stop until given permission. I nodded to her. Julie slumped against the ropes and sighed. Tears beginning to fall as she realized that she had just had oral sex with another woman. In front of other people. Naked and tied up like a slave. And she had managed to enjoy it. Her face flushed.

I walked over to Amy. Crouched down behind her. I stroked her hair and whispered in her ear. "You're next."

She shook her head wildly, her soft hair whipping across my face. I turned her head sideways, so she could see me. "Amy, sweetheart. One way or the other, you are next."

"Please no," she begged. "I'll do anything else. I'll let you whip me. You can rape me. Wouldn't that be more fun? You can tie me up. Gag me. I'll try to resist you. You can fuck me while I squirm. Please? I'll masturbate for you even. Just not another woman. Please? I hate that."

I stroked her hair again. "Kara? Feel like doing another one?"

"Oh God. Please no. Don't make me do it again. You can fuck me. I'll do it with Amy there. Together. Two women at once. Please."

I gently guided Amy's body down into my lap. Her cuffed hands pressing into my lower legs. I stroked her face. "Amy. Darling. Be a good girl. You know you don't want to be punished more than you already have managed to earn."

"Oh God. Alright. I'll try to enjoy it for you. Just don't get the tongue clamp out again. Please."

She melted back against me. Tried to relax.

"Kara?" She hadn't moved. Just watching in horror as Amy spread herself out.

Amy spoke up. "Please. Kara. You have to. I've been punished before. You don't want that. You'll be begging to lick me. Before he's even started. Remember the clothespins? That was nothing. Remember the slapping? That wasn't even a punishment. Come on. Come here? Please?"

Feeling her small nude body pressing down on me, I was reacting fiercely. And I was sure that she could feel it against her bare back. She closed her eyes.

Kara began her slow journey towards us on her knees. Hate flashing in her eyes as she stared at me. Not quite daring to make an escape attempt. Especially with her hands handcuffed tightly behind her. She arrived on her knees between Amy's outstretched legs. She glared at me sitting easily behind Amy, my arms wrapped around her, almost
protectively.

I felt Amy swallow. "Kara? I know that you don't want to do this. I don't particularly want to do this either. But believe me, its better than being whipped. Nobody, least of all me, thinks you enjoy this or that you are a closet lesbian or something. You are being forced, honey. I'll be thinking about my boyfriend. Not you. If it makes you feel any better. As Christi says, it's just skin. Damn sensitive skin, but just skin."

"You aren't the one licking the skin."

"I know. But I still might have to. Depends on what he wants. I haven't had to tongue a girl yet, thank god. I don't even know if I could. But I've been tongued enough. And I know it's a hell of a lot better than being whipped. Trust me on that one."

Kara hesitated a bit but finally acquiesced, "I'll do it." She stared at me. "Will you let me go if I do a good job?"

"I'll let you go if she climaxes in five minutes."

"Really?" Suspicious. "And Julie?"

"And Julie. Your time is ticking away."

"Oh God." The nude woman practically dove between Amy's legs. I had a perfect view down Amy's bare body of the woman using her tongue. She didn't even bother teasing her; she just dove between the folds desperately searching for Amy's clit. Amy sighed as the tongue found her center and began stroking her. I could see Kara twirling her tongue around Amy's clit. Sucking gently on her. Amy had closed her eyes and her breathing had almost immediately began to quicken. Determined to help this woman escape my torments. Fantasizing about whoever her real boyfriend was. Determined to climax before five minutes were up. Struggling, trying to think of a man, rather than Kara between her legs. Pulling against her cuffs.

Her eyes still closed she whispered to me, "Please. My nipples? Please?"

I smiled to myself and let my hands idly stroke her bare breasts. She arched, trying to get more contact. Shivering. I slowly circled her erect nipples, feeling them tighten still further to my touches. She was breathing like a train, quick short breaths. Trying to concentrate on the sensations from the girl between her thighs and my wandering inching fingers on her nipples. Trying to imagine it was her boyfriend and that she wasn't having sex with virtual strangers. Handcuffed.

She exploded in my lap. Her whole body tensing, grinding herself into Kara's tongue. Screaming. Her voice carrying through the entire store. Not caring who heard her. She spasmed and collapsed into my arms. Panting. Unable to speak. Kara, feeling the climax, raised her head from licking and sat back on her knees. Her face flushed, her breasts
heaving. Pulling against her wrists. Tears forming, but not quite falling from her eyes. Working her tongue through her mouth, against her teeth. Trying to escape the taste of the other women.

I released the nipples and turned my left wrist. Glanced at the watch.

Amy saw the movement and craned her head to look at my face.

"Did. Did we make it?" she asked softly.

"Five minutes and sixteen seconds."

Her face fell. Tears almost brimming. All that fantasizing. All that effort. For nothing. Well, not quite for nothing. I watched as Kara's face collapsed. Her bare body shaking. Wanting to spring at me. Pound my face. Hurt me. Not believing that she'd failed after all that. By sixteen bloody seconds.

"Please," she begged. "I tried my best. At least let Julie go? Please?"

"I'll do better than that. You come up here and give Amy a big kiss and I'll let you both go. You were close. At least you tried."

Her face fell and then brightened. A kiss. After her adventures between the other's legs, a kiss should be simple. I watched her hesitate. Not quite sure of this. The sex had been, well, forced. Impersonal. She didn't have to see the woman she was licking. Not really. A kiss. She had to look at the other woman. It just seemed more intimate somehow. Kara made her way slowly up to Amy. Amy watched her face. The bound girl in my lap turned her face up to me.

"Please," she begged. "Don't make me do this."

"Amy. This woman has just licked you to orgasm and you have a problem with kissing her."

"I. That's just it. She was. Just. Licking me."

I laughed. "You've never tasted yourself?"

Amy blushed and nodded. "Ick."

"Personally, I think that a woman tastes wonderful down there."

"Please? I'll kiss Julie instead. I don't mind kissing another woman. Just. She's got me on her. And Julie." She grimaced. "Please?"

"I never knew you were so shy of yourself. You've never tasted your fingers after, you know, masturbating?"

"I. Never. Don't."

"You never masturbated?"

She shook her head.

To my surprise Kara spoke up. "You've never masturbated? I thought everyone did."

She shook her head again. Serious.

"That's alright. Please, Amy. I really really don't want to kiss you. No offense. But I have to. I just want out of this. Your pussy didn't taste that bad. And I'm sure it's faded off me by now. It's just a taste. Think of it like a strange new food. Please? For me? And Julie? You got gagged to try and help me before. You climaxed to help me. Just this one last thing. He'll make us do it anyway. Please?"

Amy closed her eyes and nodded. Turned back towards Kara's waiting lips.

Kara looked up at me. "Any particular type of kiss you want? You bastard?"

"I don't know. Open mouth. I want to see your tongues touch."

"Oh God."

She closed her eyes as well. Amy watched with fear on her face as Kara leaned down. Briefly opening her eyes to find Amy's lips and then closing them again as they pressed their lips together. Amy grimaced, but returned the kiss as best she could. I watched, fascinated, as their lips touched and traced each other. Finally opening and allowing the other's tongue to thrust into each other's mouth. They separated and let me see their tongues touch as they separated. Just the tips touching each other. Lingering. Almost intimate. Two females. Kissing. Kara rocked back on her bare heels.

"That okay?" Absolutely no warmth on either girl's face. It was a mechanical kiss but that was probably the best I was going to get out of them without punishment. And Amy was already getting punished later. She didn't know it yet, but she was.

I nodded. The girls visibly relaxed.

I concentrated on Kara and isolated her from the time continuum, releasing her body space from this timeline. Her body vanished and rematerialized behind her desk. I idly wondered what would happen if I'd been sitting there at the time. Her hands held an imaginary sheet of paper, Julie's application. I hadn't freed the entire room from time, so that would return as I did so. Her clothes had returned to her body. She sat frozen. Unaware of her timeless fate. Clothespins still strewn about the floor by her feet which were now encased in leather shoes.

I sat Amy up and released her wrists. I whispered to her, "Pick up our equipment and then wait outside."

She turned to me. "You are going to let Julie go as well, aren't you?"

I nodded. I just was going to talk to her again, before I did. Amy scrambled to her bare feet and began to pick up the bondage toys.The handcuffs, the gag, the clothespins from the floor.

While Amy quietly picked up the toys, I walked over and sat down on the floor in front of Julie. She flushed and pulled at her bonds, suddenly very aware of her vulnerability. Her nudity. Her restraints. The perfect view of her most private areas if I chose to look. No way to close her legs. I rested my arms on her bound knees and looked up at her face. She looked away. Her face flushing.

"You are a monster, you know?" she whispered.

"Didn't you have fun?"

"What the hell do you think? How would you like having to strip naked for some sick stranger? Tied up like some sort of animal? Threatened?  Forced to have sex for their amusement? Shit. I forgot. You are the guy and I'm just a helpless female. Right? I don't count."

"Julie? Calm down. It was just a question. I'm not here to torment you any longer."

"It's hard. You know? I ache."

"I know, sweetheart. I'm going to let you go in a minute."

"What did you do to Kara?"

"You mean the Amy thing? Or the freezing thing?"

"She just vanished. And now, she's over there? I don't understand."

"I know. You don't have to understand."

Amy slipped out of the room. Softly closing the door behind her. Carrying the bondage equipment pack in her fingers.

"Those other women. Who were they?"

"That was Christi, Jane and Amy."

"You aren't going to let them go?"

"They interest me. I'll let them go eventually."

"They wouldn't help us. Kara really tried, you know. You can understand that. But even though they didn't seem particularly happy, they weren't unhappy either. And they seemed to be really frightened of you. You should treat them better. They are people you know. Females. But people. Like me."

"Christi and Jane are currently munching on their favourite snacks in the lunchroom. Perfectly comfortable. Perhaps not normal. A pair of nude women, handcuffed together. But reasonably comfortable. Compared to how they might be. Amy, I'm afraid deserves some punishment, but that will happen later. I'm being as kind to them at the moment as I possibly can."

"You care about them, don't you?"

"In a way."

"Not like us. Me and Kara. You didn't care what we felt like. How much we hated you."

"I was always intending on releasing you. I didn't have to care."

"Am I going to remember any of this? After you do that to me?" Julie indicated Kara sitting behind her desk.

I shook my head. "You won't remember a thing. I promise."

"I won't remember what you put me through? Stripping? Having sex? Sitting here tied to this chair talking to you?"

"Not a thing."

"I can understand why they don't mind being here, then. No responsibility. If you weren't so rough it might actually be fun. Being able to roam around without clothes. Not worrying about paying for anything. Not worrying about idiots. Not having to worry about enjoying sex. Or getting it."

I nodded. "It can be kind of peaceful. And I'm not that rough on them. Most of the time."

"You were rough on us."

"I know. But you won't remember a thing. No marks. No memories. You could have just let yourself go and enjoyed it."

"Easier said than done. You sit here, naked and let me torment you and see if you can let yourself go and enjoy it." She paused. "You'll remember. Won't you."

I nodded.

"Oh God. Then you could see me. Later. Walking down the street. Knowing what I looked like having sex with another woman. Tied to a chair. Open."

"Yup. And you won't have any idea why I'm smiling at you."

"Shit. I promise not to attack you. I couldn't possibly hurt you. Can't you at least untie me? Let me dress? Please?"

"Julie. I'm going to let you out in a second. Like Kara. It will take me longer to untie you than to just free you."

"Alright. I guess I've been in these damn ropes so long another few minutes aren't going to kill me. You've seen me anyway. Have a good look. Nobody but you is going to remember this. Right?"

"Nobody. Just you and me here. And even you aren't going to remember."

"Can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"I don't believe that I'm going to tell you this. I. I didn't have that bad a time. If I'm not going to remember it anyway."

"What?"

"I didn't have that bad a time. I mean, I could have had a worse time here."

"You cooperated."

"Yeah. I don't think that Kara had much of a good time."

"I told you up front it would be easier to cooperate. She didn't have to go through all that. She would have still had to have sex with you, but she didn't have to be in pain."

She blushed furiously. "You know. I even. Liked. When you made her. Lick me. I haven't climaxed like that in a long time. I didn't fake it. I wasn't just fantasizing about some guy either. I did. At first. But I also was thinking about you watching me. Getting turned on by my humiliation. That I was helpless and naked. In a store office. And my interviewer, my female interviewer, was between my legs. Licking me. I'll probably never experience anything like that ever again. Will I? I can't believe I just told you that."

I smiled. "Doesn't mean you are a lesbian, you know." I almost laughed.

"I know. I was just frightened. I'm not scared anymore. I am glad that I'm not going to remember any of this, though. I can't believe I'm just sitting her, nude and bound, talking to you like this." She was blushing.

"Julie? It's been a pleasure meeting you."

"I wish I could say the same," she replied softly.

I grinned and stood up. I bent down and gave her a kiss on the lips. She stretched her bound body up as far as the ropes would allow her and returned the kiss. To my surprise. I wasn't expecting that.

"Good-bye," I whispered to the bound bare girl. "Good luck with your interview. Try not to call her Kara accidentally. And you'll make a damn fine astrophysicist some day. At least a really nice looking one."

"Good-bye." The bound bare beauty tossed her head one last time. Cascading her hair around her shoulders.

I narrowed the time bubble cast around her and the chair. They instantly popped out and back into existence. The ropes formerly holding her fell to the floor, still knotted. She reappeared in front of the desk. Still in her chair. But now reclothed. Her black pantyhose still looking alluring, even though I knew exactly what was underneath. Leaning forward in her chair, her left heel rising out of her shoe. Oblivious to my presence and what she had had to do for me.

I bent and picked up the ropes from the floor. I took one more glance at the women and slipped out the door. Shaking my head at Julie. Not quite understanding the female of the species.

She smiled at me. "Done in there?"

I concentrated and released the entire room from our timeline. I could imagine all the small details, Julie's application, misplaced dust, that sort of thing, all moving back into their original positions. Almost by magic.

"I am now," I replied to the bare girl as the room returned to normal. "You want to give me your wrists?"

"Not particularly." She lifted her body from the wall, extending her arms in front of her despite her words. I slipped the steel around her slender wrists, locking them in place. Not tight. She suffered the decorative bondage again in silence.

I pressed the pack into her fingers and led her into the lunchroom by her wrists. She exchanged soft greetings with Jane and Christi. Christi had carelessly tossed the empty bag of chips onto the floor and Jane had long ago finished her muffin. The crumbs graced the table in front of them. The coins I had left for them were untouched. Presumably they hadn't wanting anything else to eat after their snack.

They rose to their bare feet, still handcuffed together. They walked over to Amy and I. I lifted Christi's right hand and released her from her cuff. I lifted Jane's right hand, letting Christi's free, and cuffed the bare woman. She pulled idly at the bonds, but didn't complain. Amy was still flushed from her sexual encounter a few minutes ago. If Jane and Christi noticed they didn't remark on it.

I left Christi free. The girls didn't speak, but they seemed to be in a better mood. Time having dulled the memories of the morning. I glanced at my watch. A lot more time than I'd expected had passed. We really needed to get back to the house. In the very least to release Sheila and Elizabeth. Elizabeth, especially, was probably bordering on real pain by now from her strict bondage. I supposed that she would just have to suffer for a while more. I'd have to let her rest, unbound for a while to let her recover. She'd like that, at least.

"Downstairs with you," I spoke to all three of them.

They slowly moved out of the room. I let them lead the way back down into the grocery store, never tiring of watching the nude beauties walking ahead of me. We made our way back to the front of the store. I glanced at the shoppers, but nobody particularly interested me. One
girl in her twenties picking up canned salmon was cute, but I had other plans at the moment. Not the least of which was getting us back to base.

The girls walked directly to the full shopping cart. I quickly glanced through it. Seemed fine. Staples. Bread. Eggs. Milk. Lots of milk. I smiled as I spotted a huge jar of peanut butter. Christi must have loved that. There were fresh fruits. Vegetables. Even some steak.
Cereal. I smiled. Fruit Loops? Looked like they also grabbed healthier stuff to be safe. Oatmeal. Grains. There was some cream soda stuck in there. Some packages of cookies. Oreos. Some granola bars. Lunch meats. They'd actually done an excellent job as far as a quick inspection was concerned.

Jane's voice floated up from beside me. I was surprised to see all three of them on their knees. Waiting. "Did we do alright? Anything else you want us to get?"

I couldn't see anything missing. "Not a thing. You done good."

She smiled. She'd probably been the one to argue Christi into letting them get peanut butter. Then again, Christi couldn't have done much about it, being tied pushing the cart.

I motioned to Christi. She sighed and rose off her knees. Placing her hands on the bar of the shopping cart. Expecting to be bound to it.

"You need to be tied to it? Or are you going to behave?" I asked the bare girl.

Her eyes widened. "I'll behave. You know I will. You don't have to tie me to it. I'll keep my hands right here if you want me to."

"Alright. One finger comes off that bar and I'll have to use rope to keep them there. Let's see how you do without it."

She nodded gravely. Understanding that her freedom was conditional.

"On your feet."

Jane and Amy rose to their bare feet. I walked along beside Christi, Jane and Amy moving on ahead. Keeping their hands in front of themselves. Not really having a choice with the handcuffs. They stopped as they approached the automatic doors.

I turned and had one more quick look at Kathleen and Nicole. Blissfully unaware of their torture and torment in my hands. Unaware that I knew every curve in their luscious bodies.

I freed the doors from the time block and they slid open quietly, sensing Amy and Jane standing in front of it. We walked out into the mall, Christi pushing the cart along, one of the wheels softly squeaking.

After leaving the grocery store, the girls appeared to become a bit more relaxed. Perhaps, just the atmosphere of the grocer disturbed them, simply being close to the point where they had had to torment the other women. Moving away from the physical scene of the crime
probably improved their moods. I guess I couldn't blame them. They still had feelings. I smiled. They were going to be happy about my next plans. Well, everyone but Amy.

They suddenly had more spring in their steps. Jane actually skipped from time to time as we slowly made out way around shoppers and down the main aisle of the mall. Her bare feet softly scuffed at the tile as she moved. I idly wondered just how it felt to be constantly without shoes. Wonderful, I would imagine. Though, if asked, the girls would probably say 'odd'.

Christi was intently looking at the stores that we slowly passed.

"You want to shop?" I asked her.

"You wouldn't let me buy anything. Not anything I want."

"What do you want?"

"Clothes."

I smiled. They were really going to like my next plans. At least Christi and Jane were.

I watched as her eyes traveled wistfully over a jeweler's display. The front window of the small shop filled with sparkling necklaces and jewels.

I put my hand on her shoulder. Stopping her. I called out softly to Jane and Amy, as they moved ahead. Unaware that we'd stopped. They padded back to the cart.

"You can let go of that thing," I told the blonde still carefully keeping her hands on the cart. She gratefully let her hands off the cart and flexed her fingers. She'd been gripping it hard to ensure that she didn't forget to keep her hands there. Obediently.

I smiled at them as they shifted uncomfortably in the mall. Unsure what I had planned for them. Pretty sure they weren't going to like it.

"You all wear jewelry?"

Jane spoke up. "I did. Before you made me take it all off in front of my father." Tears brimmed up in her eyes. Still able to be upset about her first encounter with me. "I lost my favourite necklace."

"You didn't lose it, Jane. Just temporarily relieved of it."

"I know. But I still miss it."

"What about the rest of you?"

They both nodded.

"Would you like to wear some for a while?"

Jane looked at me shrewdly. Knowing what my jewelry entailed. "Please, not nipple clamps. I. Can't take them. They hurt."

I just about laughed.

"Come on." I touched Jane and Christi's arms and turned them around. Turned them towards the jewelry store. Christi's eyes widened as she began to realize what I was going to allow them to do.

She turned instinctively and gave me a wet sloppy kiss on the cheek. She broke away from the rest of us and ran over to the jewelry display. Tears brimmed in her eyes. Jane and Amy smiled as they began to realize as well what I was letting them do. A little more restrained than Christi, they too moved quickly to the display. Scanning over the jewels with their eyes. It was kind of nice to see all of them happy again. I kind of missed their smiles.

I turned to the cart. There were perishables in there. They'd already been left for a little long. I narrowed the bubble of time inside the cart. Leaving the food in a slower time frame. Almost as good as refrigeration.

I wandered back over to the girls. They were excitedly talking together. Pointing rings, necklaces, and bracelets out. Jane pointed with her handcuffed hands. Christi hopped from bare foot to bare foot. I stopped and just admired this view. Not often that you see three nude gorgeous women, unashamed, dancing around in front of a jewelry store in a mall. I just shook my head and smiled. They probably had no idea what a picture they presented. Their reflections in the glass. Just their simple nudity in such an odd environment.

I touched Christi on the shoulder. She whirled. Throwing her arms around my neck and hugging me. Suddenly so female. So happy. Probably just glad to be away from the grocery store. Perhaps just happy that I was about to give them something. Women always love jewelry. Even if they are sex slaves.

She whispered to me. "What can we have?"

"Two pieces each. And I don't know how long I'm going to let you have them, so don't get too used to it. I do love you completely nude, you know."

She leaned back. Her arms still around my neck. Her bare body causing all sorts of uncomfortable reactions in me. She knew it too, the minx.

"How about earrings?"

"That's one piece. Kind of go together. See anything you like?"

"God. I wish I could afford this stuff in real life. It's gorgeous."

She released me and danced back to the window. Her long legs flashing as she moved. Tossing her blonde mane.

"Can we go inside? Please? There's more."

"Sure." I released the doors and the girls excitedly poured into the small shop.

"Pick out something you like, and something that I would like."

They nodded, glancing through the display cases. Being female. Ooohing and ahhhhing.

"Christi? Jane? Pick out something for Elizabeth and Sheila. We'll give them a present too for putting up with me."

I briefly debated freeing the clerk, a youngish woman, to help the girls. I wasn't particularly interested in her. But I wasn't sure how I could control her. The girls would freak her out. Immediately. And I didn't want to waste too much time getting her under control, considering that I really wasn't all that interested in her on her own. On the other hand, she might be really able to help. Especially if the girls ended up wanting rings or something. Getting them sized was going to be a challenge without help.

I concentrated and the young woman sprang to life. She gasped. To her it would have seemed that three nude women, two of them in chains, and one strange guy had just materialized in her store.

"Oh my God," she stammered. "What the hell is going on here?"

The girls whirled around at the voice. Slightly embarrassed. Slightly startled. Not knowing I was going to free the clerk. Slightly embarrassed that yet another person was seeing them nude. Yet again.

I just raised the gun and aimed it at the clerk. She screamed as she registered the movement.

"Oh my God. I'm being robbed?"

"Kind of. Be smart and you won't get hurt." Almost better to let her think this was just a robbery. I couldn't quite understand this. How she could possibly think robbery with three nude women in her store. Who robs jewelry stores in the nude? But I suppose that jewelry clerks are maybe conditioned to always think robbery. It was a robbery of sorts.

She raised her hands. "Take whatever you want. I'm not going to stop you." Her adrenaline was probably pounding through her veins.

"What's your name?" I asked the shaking girl.

"Anne."

"Alright Anne. I want you to listen carefully. If you do what I say, you won't be harmed at all." I had no intention of harming her. She looked frightened enough that I doubted she was going to present any problems.

"Alright. I'll do whatever you want." Her eyes were glued to Christi. Probably thinking this was a horrible nightmare. Not quite believing that she had a nude woman in her store. Had to be some weird erotic nightmare. Right? Shouldn't have eaten that peanut butter and salami
sandwich the night before. She shook her head. Still awake. Unfortunately.

"Anne. I need you to take your top off."

I wasn't even all that interested in seeing her nude, though naked females are always more interesting. I just wanted her off balance. More like the other women.

"You're kidding. Why?"

Jane spoke up. "Anne, honey. Just do what he says. You don't want to be hurt, do you? That gun is real, honey. You think I'd be standing here without my clothes and in handcuffs if it wasn't?"

Anne nodded. "Just a dream anyway," she mumbled. She pulled off her sweater. Dropping it to the display case in front of her. Without even hesitating she slipped out of her bra as well. She did have nice breasts. Large and firm. Bigger than any of the other girls.

"Now what?" she asked me. Almost unafraid. Convinced she was dreaming. I almost laughed. I wasn't going to hurt her, so she'd probably just go along with this until I released her back into time. I smiled.

"Pants too. Shoes and socks."

She shrugged. Actually getting into this dream. In moments, Anne was standing behind her counter, nude. Her jeans, her panties, and her shoes and socks lying haphazard on the display cases.

She looked at me. "You going to handcuff me, too?"

I almost laughed. I wondered if many of her real dreams were like this.

"No. I just want you to help the girls here pick out something nice. Give them whatever they want."

I sat down on the courtesy chair. Jane had this stunned look on her face. Completely unbelieving that I'd somehow lucked into a girl that thought that she was dreaming. That she'd just stripped happily for me. Even offered to let me put her in handcuffs.

I had to stop myself from laughing. Christi, also wide-eyed, slowly made her way up to the counter. She began to point to a few items on display.

Anne, completely nude, walked back to the safe and retrieved the keys to the displays. She pulled out the items for Christi. A necklace. Two bracelets. A large ring. And a jeweled anklet.

While she tried them on, checking herself out in the courtesy mirror, Anne pulled out some jewelry for Jane and Amy. She then just stood back quietly watching the girls. I could swear that her nipples had hardened and she was beginning to breathe a little heavier.

I debated playing with her, but this was just too funny to break the illusion. If I started doing really scary stuff to her, things she really didn't want, especially pain, and she'd realize she wasn't in dreamland after all.

The women were excited. Trying on different items. Just being female. I loved watching them. All of them. Moving around the store. Completely happy. Not caring in the slightest that they were nude. None of them. Anne was even smiling. Making suggestions.

Finally I spoke from my seat. "Girls? We don't have all day. Remember Elizabeth?"

Anne softly asked Jane, "Who's Elizabeth?"

Jane smiled evilly and leaned over the counter. "She's the girl we left at home. Tied up. Naked as well. She's probably getting uncomfortable by now. Even though she can still talk to Sheila if she's bored."

Anne's eyes widened at that, but she just nodded as though Jane had explained the general theory of relativity to her. I smiled as I kept seeing Anne pinch her bare arm. Looking a bit confused when it failed to wake her up.

Finally the girls presented themselves to me. Just standing in front of me. Christi had picked out a necklace and earrings. Both with red rubies. Jane had gone green, with emerald. A silver bracelet and a necklace. Amy had a saffire and diamond tennis bracelet gracing her
left wrist. Rubbing up against her handcuffs. A thin gold chain around her right ankle. All the girls were beaming. None of them could hope to afford any of this in their former life.

Christi opened her hand. She showed me another necklace, a bracelet, and two anklets for Elizabeth and Sheila. All the jewelry they picked out was stunning. They certainly had taste. Instead of distracting from their nudity, the gems enhanced it. I don't know why I was surprised.

I ushered the girls out of the store, laughing and admiring their new possessions. Certainly female. I just shook my head as they filed out into the mall standing around the cart looking at themselves.

I turned to Anne. I motioned her out from behind her displays.

Without a look of worry she pranced out. On second glance she did look nice. Not stunning like Christi or Jane. Kind of plain. But she had an inner beauty behind her blue eyes. She was a kind and caring person on the real timeline. I could just tell. She stood nonchalantly in front of me.

"This where we fuck?"

I cringed at her use of the word. Seemed wrong coming from her lips. In other circumstances I might have punished her for it.

"Anne. Come here," I said to the nude girl.

She walked over on her bare feet and carefully draped herself into my lap. She kissed me on the lips. Arms loosely around my neck. Still thought she was dreaming.

"This is the most realistic damn dream I've ever had." She smirked.  "Why don't we get you out of these clothes." Her fingers pulled at my top gently.

I kissed her lips again. Softly bit her lower lip.

She backed her face away from me, realizing that the sensations on her body were just a touch too realistic. "This isn't a dream. Is it?"

"No, honey."

She scrambled off my lap. Her breathing laboured.

"It must be a dream. There were just three naked girls in here. I just took off my clothes for you. I'm aroused. It has to be a dream." She pinched her right arm again. No response.

I almost laughed. "You dream like this often?"

"Sometimes."

"Anne. You were a wonderful help."

She looked confused. Looking around. Fear creeping into her eyes.

"What's going on?"

I didn't bother answering her. I just shook my head and released her from our time line. Her mouth formed a small 'o' just before she returned to her normal timeline. Clothed. And waiting for the next customer to walk in. Minus a few lovely pieces of jewelry. I hoped that the next customer didn't make her strip and rob her.

"What the hell got into you?"

"You were behaving. And it didn't seem fair to go shopping and not let you get anything. Besides, I kind of promised Elizabeth a present."

"This stuff is gorgeous."

"Don't get too used to it."

"Thank-you," she whispered. Such a change. A week ago, if I'd told her that she'd be thanking me for allowing her to shop naked in a jewelry shop with two other nude women, in handcuffs no less, she'd probably have laughed her ass off.

"Come on, then." I gave her a playful swat on the rear and she squealed. Prodded into motion, she moved back down the mall.

We stopped at the drugstore. I sent Amy and Jane in to pick up basics. Toothbrushes and hair clips for the girls. Toothpaste. Soap. Whatever their normal shampoo was. Tissue. Basic stuff.

Once the two girls had disappeared into the store, Christi tried to talk to me.

"Can I ask you something?"

"I suppose."

"What's wrong?"

"Wrong?"

"Yeah. You seem. Unstable."

"Unstable? You looking for punishment?"

"No. Please. I'll stop asking dumb questions if you want."

"It's alright. What were you saying?"

"Unstable. You were happy in the morning. Treating us nicely. Then you scared the hell out of us. Were cruel to Elizabeth for no reason. She's still suffering. You torment the hell out of two cashiers for no reason. God knows what you ended up doing to that poor woman, Kara.
Then you are nice to us again. It's hard to keep up."

I smiled. Way to keep them off balance.

"I don't know. I just sometimes need something. I'm kind of struggling to find out what."

"If it's sex, you know that I'll be more than willing. You can have me right here. I don't care. You don't need to hurt us to get that."

"Christi. Let me ask you a question."

"Alright."

"If I offered to send you back right now, would you want to go?"

"Of course. I think."

"Alright then. I'm giving you a choice. Stay or I'll send you back. Your choice."

"Don't give me that choice. Please. Give it to Amy. Or Jane."

"You don't want to go. Do you?"

"I don't know."

"Why?"

"I really don't know. I hate you. Then I like you. Then you let me have jewelry. Then I hate you when you force me to do some of the things you do. And I don't like having to keep my hands here. Just because you say so. I don't know. I kind of like not having a million people around. Stressing me out. All these people don't even know I exist." Referring to the frozen people in the mall. "You know? In some ways it is really peaceful. It would be paradise if it wasn't for some of the things you make me do. But I'm not even minding most of that now. It doesn't seem like that bad a trade. Some torment for some peace."

"So you like the lack of responsibility?"

"Yeah. It's easier to have fun when you don't have to worry about the consequences. The sex is certainly easier."

"My thoughts exactly. Alright. I wasn't going to send you back anyway. Just curious."

She fell into a kind of silence. Looking at her hands. The hands she wasn't allowed to move. Must have felt weird for her. Being free, but not being free.

I spoke again. "You are going to like my next surprise. Well, most of it."

"I generally don't like your surprises."

"You liked these, didn't you?" I lifted her new necklace from between her bare breasts. Her eyes lit up and she nodded. "It's a surprise like that."

I heard Jane and Amy approaching. Their voices carrying ahead of them. Arguing about toothpaste of all things.

They emerged out into the main mall. Their arms loaded down with various toiletries. Even makeup. All of it pressed up against their bared breasts. They approached, finally standing in front of the cart. Still playfully arguing.

"I said I like Colgate," Jane was speaking angrily to Amy.

"Crest. I'm older than you," Amy asserted herself.

"I've been his slave longer." Jane tried a very illogical argument. I almost laughed at that.

I broke up the disagreement. "What did you end up getting?"

"Crest." Jane looked disgusted.

"That will do fine. Either of you even consider that maybe you should have found out what *I* wanted?"

They paled.

Jane mumbled, "I'm sorry, Master." Echoed by Amy.

"It's alright. I'm not angry or anything. But you should be lucky that I'm not making you all brush with baking soda."

Jane made a face, couldn't keep a straight face and stuck out her tongue at me. The two girls moved forward and dumped their arms into the shopping cart we'd liberated from the grocery store. Toothbrushes, shampoo, soap, and makeup all cascaded over the food. Someone was going to have a hell of a time sorting this out. And it wasn't going to be me.

"Now march," I gave the order in a mock disapproving tone. Jane turned on her heel and began to goose-step back down the mall. Amy was laughing her ass off at Jane.

"Janey?"

The nude girl turned around. Stopped her marching. A wide grin on her face. Standing with her bare feet slightly apart.

"I'd salute if I could, SIR!" She pulled at her handcuffs.

I just shook my head. I'd have to put up with the hijinx if I didn't punish her. It was refreshing. I left her alone. Let her play.

"Carry on."

"Yes sir. Very good SIR!"

She spun again and resumed her exaggerated marching. I just shook my head. Smirks on Christi and Amy's lips. Amy walked normally beside Jane and Christi began to push the cart again. Jane stopped her marching fairly quickly. Tired. She was panting with the effort. I
filed it back in my mind. It might not be a bad idea to force them to march like that as a punishment at some point. The flashes of their bodies and the effort that they had to expend was delicious. Jane had no idea what she'd just done. But they were happy, for now.

We continued almost until the end of the mall. I glanced over to the left where there was a teen clothing shop. The Gap, or something. To the right a fancy women's boutique. Holly's. Perfect.

I called out to the girls, stopping them. They gathered around the cart.

"Christi? You can let go."

The bare girl let go of the cart again. Relief on her face that she didn't have to remember to hold the bar any longer.

"What now?" she asked me.

"Time for more shopping."

"Shopping? What now? We don't need anything else."

"I thought you wanted clothes."

"Oh my God. You have got to be joking."

"I'm not. For now. Just you. And again. Don't get used to it. I may not let you wear them very long."

"I don't care. Clothes." Her face had a far away look. Dreamy almost.

Jane's and Amy's faces both fell at the words, but it looked like they were happy about even shopping for clothes. It might mean that I'd let them wear clothes eventually as well.

I took Christi's hand and led her towards the Gap. I grabbed Amy's hand as well as we passed her. I motioned Jane to follow as well. Amy was still carrying the bondage equipment between her cuffed hands.

We entered the store, Christi ahead, the other two trailing.

I stopped them in the middle of the store, shelves of clothing surrounded us. We were in a large clearing in the middle of the store. The girls stopped on the hardwood store, shifting their weight on their bare feet. Amy and Jane idly pulling at their handcuffs.

I gently took the equipment from Amy. I rooted through it, finding some rope. The girls watched somewhat apprehensively. I grabbed a courtesy chair, climbed up on it and reached up, connecting the rope through the dropped ceiling, letting it dangle on the floor.

I turned to Christi and Jane. "Kneel."

They both sank to their bare knees. Fright beginning to enter back into their eyes. Amy definitely looked frightened. Being the last one standing.

I reached forward and grasped the short chain between her wrists. She gasped as I wrapped the rope from the ceiling around the links. I slowly tightened the rope until she was standing with her arms extending above her head, pulling her bare breasts into a delightful position. Her eyes frightened. I tied off the rope leaving her standing in the middle of the floor.

She swallowed, accepting her bondage. One word escaped her lips.

"Why?"

"Amy. I have to punish you."

"Oh God. Why? What did I do?"

"You know what you did."

"I don't. I swear it."

"Really?"

"Really."

"I guess it will be hard to learn your lesson, then."

"Please. If you'll just tell me what I've done. I'll behave. I swear it. You don't have to punish me. You don't have to hit me. Please. I'll learn. I swear I will." Fright was settling into her eyes.
Knowing what her punishment was likely to be. Pain. Probably in the upper chest area. She'd been punished before and wasn't anxious to repeat the experience.

"What do you think you are about to be punished for? Legs apart."

She looked confused at the rapid orders and question. She didn't quite know what to do first. Spread herself or answer the question.

She inched her bare feet apart as she answered me.

"This. This slave really doesn't know what she did to deserve punishment." Tears were beginning to well in her eyes. She honestly didn't know. Had no idea why she was about to be hurt. Trying to appease me with her slave talk.

Finally she was standing with her bare feet spread about twice shoulder width apart. Trembling at her exposure. Not really understanding what had happened. One second she was shopping happily for jewelry. The next she was bound. Vulnerable. Trying to figure out
what she did wrong. Waiting for her punishment.

"Further."

She took a deep breath and inched her feet apart again. Taking some of her weight onto her cuffed wrists. She grasped at the rope holding her arms to the ceiling. Her heels rose off the floor as her legs spread further apart. Her stance looked uncomfortable. She stood in the
awkward position and looked at me with her teary blue eyes.

"Please," she begged.

"Now. Any guesses what you did to deserve this?"

"Please. Master. I don't know. Your slave begs for your forgiveness."

"Shall I just begin then?"

Jane spoke up. "Amy, honey? He's done this to me before. You have to figure out why you are being punished, or you will be punished until you do."

I looked at Jane, and she immediately dropped her eyes. Frightened of punishment herself.

"Please. I really don't know," Amy spoke softly.

"How about if I tell you that the punishment is appropriate?"

She looked around wildly. Not understanding.

I rummaged through the pack and pulled out the small whip that Jane had been forced to use on Nicole's bared breasts. Nasty little thing with six tails on it. I was sure that it hurt a lot more than it looked like it would. I had already decided to hold back. Not lay into her enough to damage her skin. Just scare her. It would hurt, really hurt, but I wouldn't cause her skin to break, as this thing was capable of doing. She'd hurt like hell for the time being, but it
should fade reasonably quickly afterward.

"Now. Unless you really want punishment, you'll keep that position no matter what happens. At least drop back into it if you can't hold it when you get hit."

"Please. You don't have to hurt me. I'll do whatever it is you want. I'll learn. I swear it. I don't even know what I did."

Jane hissed from behind me. "Guess, Amy. Just keep guessing until you get it. Please. I can't watch this."

I raised the whip and casually flicked the tails across her straining breasts. Amy screamed.

"Ahhhhhhh. Oh God. Please no. Not my tits. Anything but that. Oh God."

"Do you know why you are being punished?"

"No more. Please."

"Amy. You get one guess per strike. If you get it wrong you get another one. Harder than the last. If you don't answer. I hit you anyway. If you don't get it fast enough. I move to whipping your pussy. Now?"

"Oh God. Please. I don't know."

I raised it. Brought the instrument of pain down again against her bare breasts. Somehow she managed to stay on her toes. Pulling desperately against the ropes holding her helpless. Screaming.

"Oh God. Please. Have mercy. My tits. My nipples. Oh god that hurts. Please no more. Argh. Shit. No. Noooooooo. Bastard. Fuck. Please. Don't hit me anymore. Christ. Please. I'll guess. Please. I'll do whatever you want. You don't know how much this FUCKING hurts. Please."

I waited for her to catch her breath. Sobbing. Her bare breasts red. Twelve small red marks crisscrossing her breasts. Kissing her nipples.

"I disobeyed," she gasped out. "I spoke to them when I wasn't supposed to. But you gagged me for that. Please. I don't deserve to be whipped as well. Please. You gagged me."

"Amy, honey. You did disobey. You spoke when you weren't supposed to. And I did punish you with the gag. I'm not sure that was enough. But that isn't what this is about."

I brought the whip down on her breasts again. This time she couldn't hold her position. Screaming she rose up on her feet. Bringing her legs together in agony and kicking her small bare feet. Crying uncontrollably.

"Please. Oh God. Not again. My tits are on fire. That thing. HURTS. FUCK. Please no more. I'm sorry. Whatever I did. I'm so fucking sorry. Please. Please. No more. I've learned."

I spoke quietly. "Learned what?"

"Oh God. I don't know. I just don't want to be hit again. Please. No more."

"Learned what?"

"Please. Just tell me. I'll apologize for it. I'll scream it out for you. I'M SORRY. I swear to you. Whatever it is. I'm sorry."

"You breasts look like they are sore."

"What the hell do you think, you fucking bastard. They're in agony. I don't even know what I did to deserve this. Please."

"Spread."

She closed her eyes and inched her legs apart again. Exposing herself. Until her heels were back off the floor.

"Any other guesses?"

"Oh God. I'm begging you to just tell me. I swear to you I don't know."

"Guess."

"Oh shit. I picked out jewelry you don't like. I'll take it off. Just let me down and I'll give it to you. I will."

"I love the jewelry you picked out. You look very pretty in it. At the moment I want you to wear it."

"Oh God. Please stop whipping me. I'll do anything you want. I'll let you rape me. I'll crawl for you. I'll dance naked for you. Anything."

The dancing actually sounded interesting. I filed it away in the back of my mind with the marching idea.

"I just want you to guess why you are being whipped. I want to make sure that you understand why you are being punished."

"Oh God. Just tell me. I don't know."

"Your breasts look sore."

"They are. Please stop hitting them." Her breathing was ragged. Her reddened breasts rising and falling invitingly. Nipples erect.

"I'm going to switch now. I'm going to start hitting you between your legs. I want you to resume the position if you break it afterwards. This is far more appropriate anyway. Hitting you between the legs."

"Please no. I'll ... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Argh. Aiiiieeeee. Jesus fucking Christ. Please. No more. That. You can't imagine that pain. Please. You can't hit me there. You can't hit a girl there. Oh my God. It hurts. It hurts so fucking much. Please. Owwwwwwwwwww."

I waited for her to recover. I saw in satisfaction a number of red welts forming between her legs as she spread herself back out. The insides of her thighs. Her lips. Even up through her sparse pubic hair. She had managed to remember to spread herself again. She was
hanging limply by her captured wrists. Her toes hardly supporting any weight. Sobbing uncontrollably.

Finally she raised her head. Sick. "Please. No more. You can't imagine how much that hurts. I can't take much more. I'll pass out. Please. I'll do whatever you want. Just no more. My pussy. Please let me down."

All she wanted to do was curl up in a ball. Jamming her hands between her thighs. Ease the burning welts. Ease her pain. Her breasts forgotten.

"Amy?"

She looked up dully. Hardly even able to see through her tears.

"You can get yourself down. Do you have any idea what you did? Why you are being punished?"

"Oh God. Please. I didn't know you knew. I didn't mean to. I know I wasn't allowed without permission. Oh God. Please. I don't deserve this. I. I was just horny. If I'd known this was coming I would never have masturbated this morning. Please. I didn't think you'd mind. I
couldn't help it."

My eyebrows raised. I actually didn't have any idea that she had pleasured herself.

"Amy? You aren't going to like this. But I didn't know. But because you were honest here, I won't increase your punishment for that. I wouldn't punish you like this for masturbating without permission. You'd be punished, but not like this."

"Oh God. Not another one. Please. I can't take it. Please let me down. I'll crawl on my hands and knees forever for you. You can whip my tits again. As much as you like. I'll suck you. I'll make love to every woman in the mall. I don't care. Please don't hit me there again. Noooooooooo. Ohhh. Ahhhhh. Argh. Aiiieieieieeiieei. Please. Jesus. Please. Jesus. My pussy. My fucking cunt. Oh God. I'm not going to make it. Oh God. I'll do anything. I'll fuck. I'll crawl. I'll fucking die for you. I'll let you kill me. Just no more. It hurts. It fucking hurts so fucking much."

She had pressed her thighs together. Hard. Trying to ease the pain. Dancing on her toes. Pulling at her wrists. Twisting in pain. Wanting desperately to protect her most sensitive areas. Crying. Having trouble breathing.

I let her rest for a few minutes, letting the pain fade until she could talk again coherently.

"Oh God. Please. No more. This. This slave hurts. She'll do anything. Just, please. Let this stupid cunt know what she did wrong. She's so sorry. You have no idea how sorry she is."

I walked up to her and stroked her hair. Wiped her tears from her eyes.

"Amy. First of all, I know you are in pain and not thinking straight. But you aren't a stupid cunt. Alright? Refer to yourself as a slave." Her calling herself a cunt kind of grated on my senses for some reason. I kind of liked when they referred to themselves in the third person, but that word just didn't seem right. I have no idea why. It shouldn't have bothered me. Maybe flashbacks to Mayer whom she had never met. I didn't mind her using the word 'cunt', especially when she was in pain, just not to refer to her person. "Secondly, you have to figure it out on your own. Or you won't learn."

"Of course, I'll learn. Believe me. I'll fucking learn. You have no idea how much that fucking hurts. I'd do anything to avoid it."

"Then you have to figure this out."

"Let me rest. Please."

"Alright. Three minutes. Spread."

She gritted her teeth and inched her feet apart again. Wincing at the pain in her crotch. Still crying. Trying to gather her strength. Knowing she was going to get hit again, and she had to just stand there and take it.

I walked over to Jane and Christi. Both a little pale. Jane spoke.

"Oh my God. I couldn't even take that. You aren't even hitting her hard, are you?"

I shook my head. "Just a few taps. But it doesn't take much with this thing."

"What the hell did she do?"

"You'll find out. She knows. She just doesn't want to tell me. She doesn't know that I know."

"She told you about the masturbation."

"Lesser of two evils. And she knows it. She'll tell me now. She's out of options."

"God. I hope so. She'll pass out if you continue much longer."

"I know. I'm actually easing up on her as I go. The first ones were a lot harder. But she's more sensitive now. It probably hurts just as much, though there won't be any lasting damage. She'll be sore for a couple of hours is all."

"Don't kill her," Jane whispered.

"I won't. Too pretty to kill," I whispered back.
 

I rose.

"You want to tell my what you did to deserve this."

"Please. I don't know."

"You do Amy. Save yourself pain and just tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"Nice try. Do I have to hit you again?"

"Oh God. Please no. I honestly don't know." I could see that she'd gathered her internal resources again. The rest allowing her some respite to strengthen herself again. To resist. I could see it in her eyes though. She knew for what she was being hit.

"Alright."

I brought the whip back up between the girl's legs. Landing squarely on her exposed lips. Between her lips. Kissing her clit. Her vaginal opening. Curling up behind her and touching her exposed ass cheeks.

She screamed again. "Ahhhhhh. No more. I'll tell you. Fuck. Jesus. My cunt. Oh my God. I can't believe how much that fucking thing hurts. Please. No more. I'll tell you. I swear. Don't hit my cunt again. Please."

She had jammed her thighs together again. Squirming. Desperately trying to get her hands free. Tears coursing down her cheeks. Fighting her pain. Her agony. Wanting to hold herself. Stop this unbearable agony from raining down on her.

Finally she fought off the pain enough to look at me. Hate in her eyes.

"Alright. No more. I. Was there. When Kara and Julie were planning. To attack you. Fuck that hurts. Please. Whichever one you freed was supposed to kick you and escape. I knew. I'm so sorry. I. I didn't tell you. I know I should have. I deserve to be punished. Oh God. Please don't make me let you hit me again. You. I. Hurt so much. I swear I wouldn't have helped them. I'd never kick you. I'd hurt myself more than you. I swear on whatever you want me to. I. Just. Didn't. Tattle. On. Them. Please. No more."

I smiled.

"Where were they going to kick me?"

"Oh God. Between your legs."

"Don't you think that would have hurt?"

"You goddamn bastard. Yes."

"Do you think you deserve punishment for trying to hurt me?"

"Oh God. Please no more."

"I'm going to assume that they were only going to kick me once and then run?"

"Yes. Yes. I'm so sorry. Please. Forgive your dumb slave. I didn't mean anything. Please."

"So. I should maybe show you how much it would have hurt me if they'd actually tried it? And I hadn't been warned?"

"Oh God. Please. I already know. You've already hit me there. Please don't kick me. I. I'm sorry."

"Your punishment is one stroke between your legs. With this." I held up the whip in front of her face. No way was I going to kick her. I wanted to hurt her. Not disable her. "Not my foot, though you probably deserve that as well."

"Please. You've already hit me there. It hurts so much."

"Spread."

"Please no. Oh God. I can't."

I shook my head at her. And flicked the whip across her breasts again. Harder than before. She screamed in pain. Her body twisting. Howling. Finally she fell to begging again, as she recovered her breath.

"Please. I. My tits. My fucking cunt. I hurt. I've learned my lesson. I'll never do it again. I'll tell you next time. I swear it. I'll tell you immediately. If not sooner. Please. Please."

"Spread. Unless you want another one across your breasts."

"Please," she begged. "I. I can't take another one. Not between my legs."

I gave her a break. "Amy. Darling. This is going to be your only warning. Okay? You have to spread yourself out again and let me whip you. That is your punishment. It is going to happen. One way or the other. For every time you resist, I add another stroke. Right now it is still at one."

She'd gone pale. Couldn't imagine the agony of one more, much less two. I watched as her feet twitched. Her mind trying to make them move apart for me. Her body resisting.

"Honey. Listen to me. I will happily keep whipping your breasts until you comply. And if you pass out, I'll just tie your feet apart. Wider than you'd like. And then whip you for all the times you resisted as well. Take my advice. Spread your legs for me now."

Jane spoke up from her knees. "Amy? Sweety? Listen to him. He's not kidding. Take the last stroke and be thankful it isn't more. I'm surprised he's letting you off this easy. I've gone through more for a lot less than that. Come on, honey. One more and you can stop. He'll
let you down."

Amy took a deep breath. Her bare toes finally pressing against the hardwood, spreading her legs apart. Frightened. Finally she managed to get her legs all the way apart. Her toes resting on the ground. Bare feet arched. Tears running down her face as she begged with her eyes.

She looked at me and begged one last time. "God. Please. Have mercy. If you'd ever felt this, you wouldn't do this to me. You'd understand why I had so much trouble spreading my legs for you again. It hurts. I can't even describe it. That's me. My sex. Please. Hit my ass. Or
thighs. Or something else. Even my tits. Please. Not there."

"Keep your legs apart."

"I. Can't. Not if you hit me."

"Try."

"Oh God." She braced herself.

I brought the whip up between her legs. Harder. She exploded in agony. Throwing back her pretty head and screaming her guts out. In absolute agony. Her body spasming in her pain. She was completely incoherent for at least five minutes. Hanging in her bonds. Gasping for air. Retching. I was glad that I hadn't let her eat anything. Somehow, she managed to keep her legs apart. Sheer will. I wasn't going to punish her if she wasn't able to, but I had to admit that I was impressed that she'd managed to do it. Her bare toes spasming against the floor.
Curling in her agony.

Finally she managed to catch her breath enough to speak again.

"Oh God. I'm so sorry. Please. Master. This slave begs to be released. She hurts. God. She hurts. Please at least let her close her legs."

"Go on. Close them."

She collapsed herself in agony. The movement of her legs causing more pain to shoot up from the center of her. Tears rolled unheeded down her face and down her bare defenseless body.

I reached above her, half expecting a kick but not getting one. I wouldn't have blamed the girl if she had aimed a weak kick at me. But she knew better anyway. I pulled the knot out holding her handcuffs to the tether to the ceiling. Her legs were unable to support herself.  She collapsed to the floor in a heap. Her bound hands immediately between her legs. Curled up in a ball on the floor weeping. At her pain. At her humiliation. At her complete vulnerability. That she'd suffered so much for such a simple transgression.

I glanced up and saw Jane rocking on her knees, like a terrier pulling at her chain. She looked at me, catching my eye. "Please?" she mouthed.

I moved over to her and released her hands from the handcuffs. As soon as she was free, the bare girl shot forward on her hands and knees like a rabbit. Pulling Amy into her arms and rocking her. Soothing her. Stroking the girl's hair. Trying her best to comfort the shaking
woman. Mothering her.

I whispered in Jane's ear. "Make sure she's alright. I was a bit rough on her."

"I'll say."

"Just take care of her. I'll get out of your way."

"She'll survive. She won't be masturbating for a while though." Jane had managed to keep some humour at least through this. Her emeralds reflecting the colour of Amy's hair as she sobbed and Jane's fingers slipped through her locks. It wasn't the first time she'd had to take
care of a woman I'd punished. Jane always managed to keep her head when she was going to be needed. Amy was in good hands.

"You fucking bastard," she almost spat at me.

"I know. I know. She was getting willful again. I had to stop her before she got out of hand again and I really had to punish her."

"She's just a girl for Christ sakes. She didn't deserve that. Nobody deserves that. No matter what you think she did."

"Bet she tattles next time."

"Christ. I guess so. Have to remember not to tell her any of my secrets."

"I guess."

"She'll be alright won't she?"

"Yeah. She'll hurt for a few hours. But there won't be any lasting damage."

"There will be. It just won't be physical, you fuckhead."

"Christi? You are never going to get used to this, are you?"

"If I do. Shoot me."

"I don't blame you for being angry."

"That's very fucking big of you. Jesus Christ. What is it with you today? I mean. We didn't do anything to deserve this. We've tried. Our goddamn best. To do what you want. Why?"

"She stepped over the line," I gently told the upset girl. "Her actions were tantamount to attacking me. You know that ain't allowed. I have to punish that. Or the next thing I know all of you will be attacking me and I'll eventually have to really hurt someone to stop it."

"We are people. Human beings. Please. I don't want to be treated like that."

"I know you don't, sweetheart. And if you behave, you won't be."

"I don't want to live like this."

"Sweety, you don't have a choice."

"Don't I know it." The tears began to fall from her eyes. Her whole body shaking as she knelt. Quietly sobbing.

I let her cry for a minute and then leaned forward and kissed her forehead gently. "Come on. Let's make life a little better for you. Okay?"

"What are you going to make me do now?"

"Get dressed. How's that?"

She closed her eyes. Trying to will away the tears.

"Why me?" she finally asked. Her eyes finding mine.

"Because you've been cooperative and you've been around the longest."

"Oh. I've almost gotten used to being nude. I don't even remember what clothes feel like."

I smiled at her.

"So, what are you going to let me wear? Lingerie?" She made a face. It looked like her cry had loosened her up a bit. Not nearly as upset now.

"Actually, I was thinking something a bit more casual."

"Casual?"

"Yeah. What kind of jeans you normally wear?"

"Levi's. But ..."

"But?"

"If you want me in good jeans, I wouldn't mind trying some of those Guess Jeans. This store doesn't carry Levi's." Female to the core.

"You shop here?"

"I've been in here before." Her tears had dried up. She was consciously trying to avoid the sight of Amy curled up with Jane, trying to ease her pain. Try to concentrate on what I wanted. Avoid any punishment.

I stood up and extended my hand. Christi took it and rose to her bare feet.

"You are actually going to let me get dressed?"

I nodded and led the baffled woman to the shelves of jeans. As we approached, she seemed to forget her earlier hate of me and a smile actually began to form on her lips. She stepped towards the racks and she began to finger the denim. Searching for her size. In moments she had pulled two pairs of jeans from the rack.

"Can I get some panties? They are just over there." She pointed to some straight forward briefs over on the other side of the store.

"I think you are okay without them."

She flushed and nodded. Given the choice of one or the other, I figure she'd have picked the jeans every time over panties. She didn't have much choice. She was probably disbelieving that I was about to allow her pants. She could live without the underwear. She made to walk
towards the change room.

"Christi?"

She turned. Looked at me quizzically.

"A change room? Why?" I almost laughed. Her face broke out into a smile and she almost laughed as well. Looking down at her bare body.

I watched as she slipped the first pair over her legs. Pulling her long legs into the pants until her bare foot protruded from the bottom. Balancing on one leg, she pulled the other leg over her foot. Soon she was pulling the denim up over her hips. She buttoned the pants and looked at me hopefully. Hoping that she'd be allowed to keep them. Other than a robe this was the most clothing she'd been allowed since I met her.

"How do they look," the topless girl inquired of me.

"They are alright." She actually looked stunning in them. I wasn't aware how alluring simple jeans could be on a mostly nude woman. She just stood there and waited to find out what else I wanted. I just looked at her for a moment. "What's that?" I pointed to the other pair
of jeans she was holding in her hands.

"Another pair."

"Why?"

"In case these were too big. Depends on the make of jeans what size I am."

"Try them on as well."

"These fit fine."

"Try them on."

Her eyes welled with tears as she realized that she'd have to go through the whole procedure of stripping and reclothing again in front of me. For some reason this bothered her whereas her complete nudity over the last few days didn't. I suppose she was the only girl who had
never had to strip more than a robe off her body for me. I'd found her nude which started this whole time line.

She closed her eyes and obeyed. She unbuttoned the jeans and slowly slipped them down her legs. Revealing her pale skin to me once again. She stepped out of the fabric, simply leaving them on the floor. She then repeated the procedure, pulling the other pair of jeans over her slim legs. The next pair were a different style. Slimmer. Hugged her legs more. The waist was certainly tighter. She had a bit of trouble pulling the denim over her hips. But it was just the fit. They weren't too small on her. Probably would have been easier pulling them over
panties, her bare skin catching a bit at the fabric as she tugged at them. She buttoned the jeans and lowered her eyes. Slowly turned herself for my inspection. God, she looked stunning. And no panty lines. The new jeans looked a lot better. I told her so.

"Wow. You look fantastic."

"I figured you'd prefer these." Despite her somber words her mouth curled into a smile. Still appreciating the comment despite the circumstances. "Do I get a top as well? Or do I just walk around like this?" She spread her arms out to the sides, thrusting her bare breasts out.

I left her standing like that for a moment. Still stunned by the beauty in front of me. Topless. Barefoot. And in blue jeans. Calvin Klein? Model this girl and believe me, you'd sell jeans.

"Pick out a top yourself. Keep in mind, I don't like it, you just might spend the rest of the day that way."

"I don't mind, you know. I've been naked too long to mind going topless."

"I know. Find a top."

She scampered to obey. Running her fingers over the sweaters and blouses. Occasionally stopping and holding one up for my inspection. Holding it against herself for me to see. I turned as she moved around the store. Furrowing her brow. Searching. Shopping. Finally I left her to her own devices and walked back to Jane and Amy. Amy was still crying, but the intensity had drastically reduced. Jane just looked up at me as I approached. Not saying anything.

I crouched down and asked Jane, "How is she?" I was truly concerned. I'd been a little rough with her and she just simply wasn't used to it.

"She'll be alright. She hasn't said much, but she doesn't seem to be in as much pain."

I ran my hand down through her dirty blonde hair. Kissing her forehead as she wept. Amy just looked up at me with pleading in her eyes.

"Please. No more. Okay? Please?"

"Amy, sweetheart, I'm not going to hurt you anymore. Honestly. I don't think you need anymore? Do you?"

"Oh God. No. Please. It still hurts." Her fingers were still pressed between her legs. Her handcuffs impeding her a bit. Thighs pressed tightly together.

"You going to be alright?"

"I'd be better if you hadn't whipped me."

"I know. I know it hurts. I'll let you rest for a while more."

"Thank-you," she whispered. Meaning for the extended rest.

Jane just watched this exchange, still cradling the girl. My attitude moving to kindness and concern seemed to reassure the trembling girl in her lap. Amy didn't seem as frightened. Her trembling seemed to have reduced and her tears almost stopped. She looked up at Jane,
still gently stroking her hair.

"Jane?"

"Shhhh." Jane shushed the hurt woman.

I was standing up. I only half paid attention, my eyes searching for Christi through the store. Not locating her right away.

"It hurts. God it hurts."

"I know, baby. It'll fade. I promise. I've been through it too."

"How. How did you? Deal with it?"

"Shhh. I can't tell you that sweety. You have to figure out how to deal with it yourself. You don't want to deal with it my way. You'll be alright. It'll fade. I promise. It must be fading already."

"A bit. I guess. I never ..."

Her voice faded as I walked away from the girls, searching for Christi. My guard suddenly up. She was free. No restraints at all.

"Christi?" I called out softly.

"Over here," came the immediate reply. I carefully walked over towards the sound of her voice. Readying the time defenses in case she had found a weapon.

She was innocently sitting cross-legged on the hardwood in front of a display of sweaters. Her fingers tugging at bright knits. Just doing what I told her. I relaxed.

"What?" She looked at me with bewildered eyes. Realizing that I was on edge before I'd relaxed.

"Just didn't see you."

"I'm sorry. I just sat down her to see all these sweaters. Aren't they gorgeous?" She held up a light red sweater against her naked torso. Thrusting her breasts out to emphasize how it would look on her. Completely unconcerned that I was worried about her. Not even crossing
her mind that I had thought she was escaping or planning an attack on me.

I nodded dumbly.

"I couldn't decide. I will if you want me to, but I thought I'd give you a choice. Red sweater, or silk blouse." She held up a maroon silk blouse in her other hand. "They both will look good, I think."

"Take your pick."

"You won't punish me for picking wrong?"

"There isn't a wrong one. Relax."

"I don't suppose you'll let me have a bra?"

"Do you think you need one?"

She smiled and dropped the maroon blouse on the floor. She slipped the sweater over her head. Settling the knit over her nudity. Adjusting the garment over herself. Around her waist. It looked stunning on. She looked like a teenager, but she looked stunning. I was pretty sure
that she'd picked the sweater for its covering value, since the silk was a bit sheer, but it didn't matter. She filled out the sweater without a problem. Her figure obvious underneath it. The sweater fit a bit tightly, but that was the style. It was supposed to hug her body like that. Again she turned for me, awaiting my approval. Praying that she wouldn't have to take it off and model the silk as well.

She completed her slow turn. "Well?" she demanded.

"You look stunning. I should let you wear clothes more often."

"I'd like that," she smiled shyly. Covered for the first time in days. Hidden.

"How do you feel?"

"The jeans are a bit tight, but I don't imagine that you'll let me change back to the other pair. And it feels really really weird not having underwear on. Especially here." She pointed to the sweater at about her nipple level.

"Come on, then. Time to get moving. If we can get Amy on her feet."

"Sir?"

"Yes?" I turned back to the clothed girl.

"I just. Wanted. To thank-you for letting me get dressed. It. Feels really good," she said haltingly.

"You are welcome. Don't get used to it, but I like seeing you in this. I might keep you in it for a while."

"One more thing?"

"What?"

"Please. If you don't want me in them just say so. I won't press. But. Shoes? Socks maybe? Please? I've been in bare feet for so long. I. I would kill for a pair of running shoes. Even high heels. Whatever you want."

I smiled at her. "Christi. Honey. I know you want them. I don't blame you. I would too in your position. Let me think about it. You don't really need shoes. You look pretty without them."

She briefly looked disappointed, but then looked down at her body again. Probably shocked not to see bare breasts and legs, but a sweater and jeans. She pranced over to me in her bare feet and hugged me. Gave me a quick kiss on the cheeks.

"Maybe I can earn shoes later?"

"Perhaps," I grinned at her. I grasped her wrist, unusual to touch fabric there, and guided her back towards the other girls.

When we arrived, Amy was sitting up. Quietly talking to Jane. Both girls sitting cross-legged. Not caring about their exposure. I couldn't quite make out the conversation. Probably just talking about Amy's recent ordeal.

I was concerned about her. She had been the first girl I'd ever really whipped between her legs. I knew it had had to really hurt. I was hoping that she'd make it through alright.

I crouched in front of her. Noted that her bound hands were no longer pressed desperately into her crotch. She lifted her hands from her lap to allow me to check her. I traced some of the welts running up between her legs. My finger touching some of the worse ones on the
inside of her thigh.

"That one," she gasped. "Really fucking hurts."

I must of caught her unexpectedly hard on that angle. Not sure why. The rest of the welts had already begun to fade. I looked up at her. Her face was flushed, but she held my gaze. Used to me being able to touch her whenever and wherever I wanted. Sitting still for the
humiliating inspection.

"Amy? How are you feeling?"

"Damn lousy, thanks to you."

"You learned your lesson?"

"Oh God. Have I."

"Can you walk?"

"I. I think so. You aren't going to punish me any more?"

"You have something else to tell me that deserves punishment?"

"No." A bit sullenly.

"Come on them. I promise not to punish you again until we get home."

"Oh shit. What have I done this time?"

"Nothing yet."

"God. I'll behave. I can't take that again. Please."

I rose and extended my hand to her. She grabbed on with both her bound hands and climbed a bit painfully to her bare feet. She now tried to keep her feet slightly apart as she stood. Trying to ease any contact with her vulva and thighs.

I helped Jane to her feet as well. At this point, Jane noticed Christi. Her eyes opening wide.

"Oh my God. You look gorgeous. He let you dress?"

Amy glanced over with a look of undisguised envy. Her eyes widening as well.

Christi just smiled. Running her hands down her top and the hips of her jeans like a model on a runway.

Christi spoke. "He'll let you dress sometime soon as well. And he's already told me that I'm not going to be allowed them long. But it feels so good."

Jane turned to me, longing in her eyes. "Please, Master? Can a slave beg you to allow her clothes. Please. Please. Please."

I just looked at her. Another one. Four days ago, this girl couldn't imagine herself standing in front of some guy begging and pleading for something as basic as clothing.

She noticed that I wasn't outright refusing her. She dropped to her knees and began to inch her way over to where I was standing. Not caring what she looked like or how humiliating it was. If she managed to plead her way into clothing, she simply didn't care. I let her approach.

"Oh God. Your slave is begging you for clothes. She'd do anything if you let her dress. I. She would. Anything. Just for a while. She'd take them off whenever you said. Please? Please?" Her voice had dropped to a whisper.

"What would you do for clothing?" I asked the groveling woman. I was aware that I hadn't really demanded anything from Christi. In truth I wasn't going to demand anything from Jane either. Just different clothing. But it would be interesting to know how far she'd go for
something as simple as clothing.

"Oh God. Anything. What do you want me to do? I'll make love to you. Right here. Gladly. In front of Christi and Amy. I'll give you the best damn blowjob ever."

"Maybe later."

"Oh God. I'll make love to anyone you want me to. I'll. I'll have sex with any woman you want. Pick one. I'll have sex with her. Please. I'll masturbate for you."

Her hands were around my thigh and she was teasing me through my jeans. Pressing her hair against me.

I gently touched her head, pressing her back. Forcing her to drop onto her haunches. She swallowed and placed her hands on her knees. She closed her eyes and spread her knees a bit apart. Letting me look at her. I looked at her face.

"Jane? How far would you go to get clothes?"

"Anything. I swear it."

"Would you act like a pet for me? Crawl home?"

"If I had to. You could make me do that anyway."

"I could make you do anything without giving you clothes. What do you have to bargain with?"

Tears welled in her eyes. "Your slave. She doesn't have much. She'll give you anything you want. Please? I know you don't have to care about me, but I'd be so happy if you just. Let. Me. Cover myself. Just for a while. Please?"

"How about slave talk until I tell you otherwise."

She looked confused. "I. I mean. This slave will do that. Gladly. All you had to do was tell her you wanted it."

"Would you whip Amy again? Between her legs."

I glanced over at Amy who had gone pale. Beginning to glance around wildly with her eyes. Looking for an escape route. If she was going to get punished anyway, she might as well have a reason. For now, she just balanced on her bare feet and stayed where she was.

"Oh God. This slave really doesn't want to do that. Please don't make her do that. Not for clothing. This. This slave doesn't want clothing that badly if she still has a choice," Jane spoke quietly from her knees.

"I thought you were willing to do anything."

"Nearly anything," she corrected herself. "I. This slave would do anything involving herself and yourself. And maybe other people. If she has the choice. Please. I. This slave just wants some simple clothing. Some dignity. For a while. Please?" Such a simple request. Something so taken for granted in her other life. Being allowed to cover herself. Wear clothes.

I crouched down in front of her. She gazed back at me. The helpless girl looking at her Master. Her eyes teary and a bit frightened. Not quite knowing what she'd gotten herself into.

I let her worry and gathered up the other women and the toys. Christi looking like a completely different woman in her jeans and sweater, bending to gather up the stray restraints and putting them back into the pack. I pressed the refilled pack into Amy's fingers and the girls
filed back out into the mall.

Christi made to latch onto the cart again. It seemed so odd having her clothed and still so obedient. I stopped her with a touch.

I spoke to Jane, who had resigned herself to failure. She'd humiliated herself for nothing. Except perhaps punishment for her actions later. "Janey?"

"Yes sir?" she replied a bit sullenly. Disappointed.

"Come on." I turned to the other two girls. "Stay here?"

Amy and Christi both knelt on the tile. For the first time, Christi had knelt in her jeans. Protected from the cold of the tile. Not feeling the tile directly beneath her bare knees.

I took Jane's hand, her face a mask of bewilderment. Hand in hand, we stepped into Holly's. The clerks were all middle aged, four of them hovering around the few shoppers frozen in the store. None particularly attractive.

Jane turned to me, "You brought me in here to tease me, didn't you."

"Whatever do you mean?" I asked innocently.

"You are going to make me pick out something to wear and then make me carry it back or something. Just to torment me for asking, aren't you?"

She actually was pretty perceptive. The thought had crossed my mind.

"If I am, is there anything you can do about it?" I pointed out.

She shifted her weight from foot to foot. Tears almost breaking free of her eyes.

"Please? Look at me?" She stood with her hands at her sides. Unashamed of herself.

I stood back and gazed at her nude body. I certainly didn't mind the view.

She continued. "You've kept me like this for days. Naked. At your whims. I've done everything I can to indulge you and your sick games. I've tried to keep to my end of this bargain. I. I don't really mind that much, as long as you don't force me to torture other women. I don't even mind it when you torture me. I can even handle the constant sex and pain. But. I'm a person. You know? I'm Jane. I'm here. I have needs. I have wants. I. I can't be a slave. Not all the time." Tears had begun to fall down her pretty face. Still gazing at her I couldn't help but notice how attractive she was. Especially this almost silent crying.

She haltingly continued. "I don't even care. If. You keep me naked. I'll display myself forever for you. It's a lot better than some of the stuff you make me do. I'll gladly fuck you. I'll have sex with whoever you want. Including myself. I just don't care anymore. But. Please? Please? Don't tease me with this. I don't know if I can take this. Don't make me pick something out and not allow me to wear it. I feel like I'd just fall to the floor and cry. Please." She was already crying.

I stepped over and embraced the girl, letting her cry on my shoulder for a while. Finally, the shakes departed from her small bare body.

She stepped back. Again, arms at her sides. "I'm only seventeen. I'm just not prepared for this. Please?"

I'd decided long ago that I wanted her in evening wear. Her small speech actually didn't affect my decision. Though, to give her credit, I had considered doing exactly what she was describing. Though I had no idea that it would have affected her this way. It was just another
torment to me. I suspected that I'd about pushed the girls as far as I could today. I had to get them home and relaxed. Let them shower and have something to eat. Maybe watch a movie or something tonight instead of tormenting them.

"Jane. Honey. I wasn't going to do that to you."

"You were. I could see it," she was right. "Please. I don't deserve this. Either make me go nude, or let me have something to wear. I. Care. But I don't. Please?"

I stepped over to the shaking girl and kissed her forehead. "Come on. You get to wear something. I won't guarantee for how long, but for now."

Her face brightened. "You aren't going to take it away before I can wear it?"

"No."

"Oh God. I can't believe it. What do you want me to wear?"

"Evening wear. Black. Nothing too fancy."

"I. I've never worn anything like that."

"Nothing? Not even to a wedding?"

"My prom hasn't even happened yet. Not that anyone would take me." She shook her head as she spoke.

That, I didn't believe. Christ, all the boys in her school and a fair number of girls would probably be aching for this beauty if they could see her now.

I pointed to a rack of sheer black gowns. Jane practically ran over to them and began to run her fingers through them. Finally, she selected one and held it up to her bare body. Looking for approval.

I nodded. She hunted a bit more and found her size. She looked at me, smiling.

She glanced at the price tag and gasped.

"What?"

"You realize that this thing costs fifteen hundred dollars?"

"Aren't you worth it?" I asked with a big smile on my face.

"I suppose underwear is out of the question."

I almost laughed. "What do you need underwear for?"

"Actually, because without it my nipples are going to be ... a bit ... visible. I guess that sounds dumb. Considering."

"Put it on. Let me see you in it."

She slithered the dress over her head, stretching her body deliciously as she did. The black dress settled over her. Strapless. It hugged her young body. She twirled, the hem rising as she did. She actually laughed at the sensations of the fabric on her body. She finally faced
me. Held her bare arms out. "Well? Can I keep it?"

"You like it?"

"It wouldn't be my first choice. I'd prefer to be in jeans and a sweater, but if this is my choice, it fits and is relatively comfortable." She added an afterthought, "Though a bra and panties
would be nice."

The hem of the dress fell below her knees. The bust of the dress was held up perfectly by her unfettered breasts. Low bustline, but that didn't bother me. Her natural resiliency of her breasts was sufficient. She really didn't need a bra. Despite her plea for a bra, her nipples were covered and not all that visible. You could make them out under the fabric, but not if you weren't looking for them.

"You look ravishing."

She blushed. Slowly turning again. Her dark hair complementing the dress. It was really hard to picture this woman nude, on her knees. Or whipping a cashier's bare breasts. Or tied to a clothes rack, naked in front of her father screaming as her breasts were cropped. She had
been transformed into a perfect lady. Hard to even think of her as a sexual slave.

"Master?" she shyly spoke. "This slave. Is grateful." Her eyes downcast.

The words coming from this ravishing creature in front of me just about drove me nuts. She hadn't forgotten that she was still under my power. Her slave talk was a carefully calculated move to ensure that I knew. So that I might not feel the need to have to strip her as fast
to reinforce her status. Smart girl. She knew what she looked like. Her words worked.

I took her hand and guided her back out of the store. Christi gasped as Jane emerged in her clothing. Not having seen her in clothing since the day I took her. And certainly not in an elegant evening gown. Amy's eyes widened at the sight as well.

"My God. You look stunning," Christi whispered.

"She is a sight. And so are you," I answered for the blushing Jane. Jane was far more used to the clothes that Christi was currently wearing. I could see Christi wearing the evening gown more often in real life. The reversal would serve to throw them off balance further. Though I doubt if either of the girls cared. They were wearing something after all. Amy looked a little envious of the others, but she didn't dare ask for special treatment. After her punishment, I'd
be lucky to hear her voice again today unless I forced her to speak. She would just try to keep out of trouble for a couple of hours.

Both girls looked a little strange in the clothing without shoes, but it was kind of alluring. Just that little reminder of their status.

"Does my Master want his slave to kneel with the others?" Jane whispered to me. Squirming. A bit uncomfortable being the center of attention in this unfamiliar clothing. And again taking advantage of using her slave talk to reinforce that I didn't need to strip her again; that she knew she was still a slave underneath.

Though I'd love to see this creature kneeling in her dress for me, I was kind of anxious to get going. I'd have lots of chances to see her subservient in that gown. "Everyone up."

Amy and Christi scrambled to their bare feet. Christ moved to her position behind the cart. I looked at her. "I know. My hands will stay here," she said as she realized what I was looking at.

I picked up a pair of handcuffs. Jane smiled ruefully and raised her bare arms. I snapped the cuffs about her wrists and jingled them. After I'd released her hands, she dropped them to her front. The steel bands making a wonderful contrast against the black of her dress. She
didn't seem to notice the effect, but then again I wouldn't have expected that.

I walked along beside Christi. Occasionally glancing at her. Not quite believing how her body moved beneath the sweater. Knowing that I could have her remove it in a second with a single word.

As we exited the mall, Jane stopped and turned to me. We'd about made it back to the road across the parking lot.

"M-master?"

"What is it?"

"I know I've asked for too much today already. And I'll understand if you say no. Okay?"

"Yes ..."

"I was. I mean. Your slave was just wondering if she, and slave Amy could perhaps walk on the grass again? You still haven't allowed us shoes. Not that I'm complaining, but it is so much more comfortable. We have tender feets. Please?"

"What about poor Christi?" I asked her. "She doesn't deserve to have to walk along without company. She's pushing the cart after all."

Jane's face fell. Thinking.

Christi spoke up from her position behind the cart.

"I've had to crawl on pavement. If I could do that, I can certainly walk barefoot on it. It really isn't that uncomfortable. I'd prefer the grass, but only because it feels so much nicer on the toes. It really doesn't hurt except when you step on a stone. Don't let that stop you from letting them walk on the grass. Please."

Jane looked up. "Would you let us switch around? Take turns pushing the cart? Let two walk on the grass and then switch say every half hour? Please?" Her face brightening.

I looked at her. Her face so hopeful. Wanting this for some irrational female reason. She just wanted to walk in the grass. Feel the softness on her feet instead of the harsh pavement. It probably twinged her somewhere inside to even have to ask permission. But she honestly
didn't mind sharing the cart duty.

"Don't get too far ahead over there." I nodded and she scampered off with a quick thank-you. Jane told the nude girl that they were allowed on the grass again, and the two of them moved to the side of the road and ahead. I kept Christi company on the asphalt.

"Thank you for the letting them walk over there."

"I was going to anyway. How's your feet?"

"They are alright. The clothes are better. What got into you? Why do you want us in clothing? I can't believe you are just being nice."

"Actually, I am. I just thought that you might appreciate it."

She accepted it at face value. "I do appreciate it. Believe me I do. Even if I can only have it for five minutes. How long am I going to be allowed it."

"Well, I'm not going to let you sleep in them. If that is what you are asking."

"Tomorrow?" she asked hopefully.

"Perhaps. We'll see how good you are until then."

"I'll be an angel. You watch."

"Oh I will. I never realized how good you could look in clothes. I'm not saying you are ugly naked or anything, but you are attractive in jeans and a sweater. Especially those."

"I couldn't afford all these normally. I kind of picked out nicer stuff."

"Don't tell me that I never give you anything," I said to her grinning.

She smiled shyly and lapsed into silence.

"I don't really want to go," she said quietly after fifteen minutes or so.

"Go where?"

"You are going to release us eventually. And. I know it sounds crazy. And I know that I have mixed feelings. But. I. Kind of like it here. No people. I can walk barefoot down the middle of the street with a shopping cart. Nobody cares. In some ways I really don't want to go."

"I know. I really don't know what I'm going to do. I could live here forever. 'course that is easier for me to say than you, I'm sure."

"It feels odd."

"What does?"

"Wearing clothes. I look down at myself and can't believe it. I'm so used to seeing myself without them. Then I look over at Amy, and I know that that is what I looked like a half hour ago. And Jane. Wow. I just wish I never had to take them off," she remarked wistfully.

"Don't get used to it Christi."

"I know. It's going to be hard stripping these off whenever you tell me."

I looked up. We were about halfway there. I stopped the procession.

"Janey?"

She looked over her shoulder, flashing a smile at me. She trotted back. It looked strange, this woman running in an evening dress. Barefoot.

"My turn?"

I nodded and the elegant woman put her bound hands on the shopping cart. Christi looked up at me. She stood up on her tiptoes and gave me a quick kiss. I hadn't seen her this happy in a long time. She held up her wrists, waiting for me to cuff her.

"Go on, keep Amy company."

"No handcuffs?"

"You'll behave, won't you?"

"Oh course." She scampered up ahead. Jane let her bound hands push the cart.

She was quiet for the first while. About three quarters of the way back she asked a single question.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you suddenly being nice to us? I don't trust you."

"No reason for you to trust me, you minx. But I just felt like being nice to you. You deserved it. You've done everything I asked. Without complaining. Much. Why shouldn't I be?"

"You weren't going to let me have clothes were you?"

"Nope."

"You were going to torment me. Again."

"Yup. But I'd decided to let you have the dress even before you gave me the riot act."

"Oh. I didn't need to do that?"

"No. But it was cute."

She flushed.

"What have you got planned for tonight? Or is a big surprise?"

"It's a surprise. But I don't think you'll be really unhappy about it."

"I won't?"

"Nothing strenuous. You've been through a lot today. And last night. Have to give you a rest if I expect you to remain sane."

"I could really use my bed."

She lapsed into silence. I broke it as the house came into view.

"How's your feet," I asked her.

"Sore. But not because of the pavement. Just done a lot of walking today. Thanks for asking."

"Is Amy alright?"

"She'll be fine. She's just a bit frightened. Doesn't know how you knew about that. What she told you. When you were whipping her."

"I'm psychic."

"It scared her."

"It should have. What about Sheila. What did she tell you about her former life? Anything I should know?"

"A lot. A lot of the torments that he put her through. A story of pain and horror. I don't know how she's alive, much less sane."

"You'll tell me about it?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not really. But we can put it off until later."

I pointed to the gate which Christi was opening and holding for us. Amy was almost at the front door which I'd left wide open earlier today. Amy slipped inside the house. Christi walked along with us until the cart bumped against the bottom stair to the porch.

"Guess we get to put away the groceries?"

I nodded. I had to check on Elizabeth and Sheila. I released the time block on the groceries and bounded up the stairs leaving Christi and Jane to sort out the cart. I took a look back, surprised again to see them clothed.

to be continued.......