Chapter 6: The Shopping Trip

When I woke the next morning my body hurt from the punishment of the night before. My husband had already left for the office. I took a bath and waited for the phone to ring. I expected another summons to the office. It never came.

I done some housework trying to forget all that had happened. But it was difficult. My ass and breasts hurt. I made sure I was dressed appropriately when he came home that evening. I wore a black short skirt, white blouse and black heels.

When he came home I was waiting for him by the door. He ripped the blouse open and bent down and bit my right nipple. I screamed and screamed again when he did the same to the left one. He pushed me up against the wall and grabbed my vagina before thrusting his fingers inside. He fingered me roughly before dropping his trousers and fucking me up against the wall. He was rough and kept calling me a dirty fucking slut as he pounded into me. He shot his cum and pulled out of me.

“Clean my cock.” I reluctantly got to my knees. The smell was nauseating. His cock was covered in cum mixed with my juices. He lay his hand on my head and guided it towards his cock. I didn’t want to do this but knew I couldn’t take another punishment like last night. I opened my mouth and took his cock inside. “That’s a good little cock sucking slut.”

Afterwards I ate my dinner on the floor beside him.

The next morning he woke me up. Get up, have a shower and get dressed. We’re going shopping for some slut outfits. I’ll leave something on the bed for you to wear.

Slut outfits. What did he mean. Where were we going. When I came out of the shower there was a white lace mini skirt on the bed and a matching lace tank top. I’d never seen them before. They were like something an 18 year old would wear on a night out not something a 55 year old mother would wear shopping. They barely covered my breasts and bottom and with no underwear I was completely exposed.

I ate breakfast on the floor. We then left in his car. We headed out of the city. When we were on the open road he told me to take my top off. I hesitated. “Do you want me to stop the car and punish you.” I quickly took the top off. The journey was uneventful for the next 30 minutes. Then as we approached a truck he told me to sit up and put my hands behind my head and leave them there. I did what he asked wondering what he was up to.

He pulled up alongside the cab of the truck. He then hit a long blast on the horn. I looked at him and covered my breasts. “Put your hands back behind your head or get punished.” I put them back. He was keeping speed with the truck.

“Look up at the truck.” The driver was staring down at me with a dirty grin. “Give him a big smile. Now.” I forced myself to smile. “Now shake your tits at him.” I shook my tits. “Now lift up your skirt, spread your legs and show him your cunt.” I looked at my husband pleading with him not to make me do it. “Now you’re going to be punished.” I showed the truck driver my cunt. “Smile at him.” After a while my husband sped away.

On the outskirts of the next town he told me to put my top back on. We pulled in to a shopping mall. I was so self-conscious of my clothes. People were staring at me. I followed my husband into each shop. He bought short skirts, some leather ones, crop tops, see through blouses and bikinis. I had to try everything on. We went back to the car. I expected us to head home. Instead he drove further into town.

We came to a run down shopping mall. He drove around the back. Most of the shops were boarded up. He drove to one of the few open ones. The sign above said ‘Adult Store’. There were 3 cars outside. “We’re not going in here, are we.”

“Yes slut, this is where we get you some proper slut clothes.” I followed him out of the car and went inside.

Inside was much brighter than I expected. There was a tall dark man in his 40s behind the counter. He welcomed us. There was a couple looking at sex toys. She was about 30. He was a few years older. As we went through the store we saw another man, over 60, who was looking at DVDs. He looked me up and down with lust filled eyes.

My husband started going through the rails of outfits. Holding up ones that took his fancy for closer inspection, handing some to me and returning others to the rail. When he had gathered enough we went to the changing rooms. He told me try on the babydoll outfits first. I changed into the first outfit, a black lace babydoll with a black thong. I called him when I’d changed. “Come out here.” he replied.

“Do I have to.”

“Yes, unless you want me to come in there and punish you.

I came out and he looked me up and down. He had me turn around. Then he told me to walk down the aisle of the shop, slowly. I looked pleadingly at him “Do it.” he ordered loudly. The others in the shop looked over. The 60 old man came over to get a better view.