My Very Own

Chapter 16. Silhouettes and Shadows

"Toothey peggling brushingtons."

Katie couldn't help but smile at the cuteness of her classmate. She had begun to notice that Lauren liked to make up words, adding extra syllables, making them sound childish and adorable. The smile faded a little as she was handed a toothbrush, a small pink plastic brush with a cartoon princess on the tiny handle.

She took the offered item, glad that her owner had thought enough about her to provide her very own toothbrush, but a little embarrassed at the childish style that had been chosen. She spread a small worm of bright white paste along the tiny bristles, leaned over the sink and brushed her teeth as Lauren watched her in the mirror.

She tried not to look at her owner, knowing that if she did so, the intense scrutiny of this mundane activity would have her blushing. She was tired of feeling her cheeks flush with the warmth of the emotions she could not control. The very thought of her owner's eyes upon her, the thought of the heat filling her flesh, burning from within, was like a self-fulfilling prophecy.

She closed her eyes as she felt the blaze begin. No, she chastised, stop it. But the process had progressed too far. She bit down on the bristles of the brush, angry at herself, at her body for working against her. Her nudity didn't help. She had thought that when Lauren had led her into the bedroom she would finally be allowed to dress, but her owner had simply sat her down and applied makeup to her face.

Katie usually did her own and it was a strange, and interesting, sensation to have someone else fuss over her face. Her body tingled at the intimacy of the act, her owner so close, her warm breath wafting across her face. She had not expected anything more than the standard mascara and eyeliner that she was allowed and was surprised when Lauren had her part her lips and delicately applied a shiny pink gloss.

Katie looked at herself in the mirror as she finished brushing, aware of how pretty she looked, drawing confidence from the knowledge that Lauren found her pleasing. She dabbed at her mouth with the handtowel, amazed that the lipgloss Lauren had applied had not completely been removed. She could still feel the shiny coating on her lips and pursed them now just to make sure.

"Attention, Kitty. You know better than that."

Katie stood up straight, ashamed by her owner's scolding. She did know better. She had been preoccupied by her thoughts - shallow, selfish thoughts - on her own appearance. She was supposed to look pretty for Lauren and yet she knew that was no excuse for forgetting her training. She accepted the reprimand silently and promised to do better.

Lauren was already dressed, and this time it was not simply in her underwear. She wore an adorable floral skirt that hung delicately almost to her knee, the soft material bouncing and swaying with each movement she made. The plain white blouse, that completed the outfit suited the skirt perfectly. It was a modest blouse buttoning almost all the way to her neck, though Lauren had teasingly left the top two buttons undone. Katie wasn't sure what her owner had on beneath the pretty ensemble but she longed to see. Her back had been turned while Lauren dressed, her focus on the slow prancing she had been ordered to perform. Katie stood still and watched as Lauren bushed her own teeth, using an adult-sized brush. She knew it was wrong to let the distinction bother her, but it had been made and she had learnt by now that she simply wasn't capable of ignoring the feelings that coursed, unbidden, through her young body.

"Pee," Lauren said, looking at Katie in the mirror, small drops of toothpaste dribbling down her lips.

Katie hurried to the toilet ashamed by her eagerness. Having her bodily functions controlled by another was disturbing, but the way in which she accepted, the way her body moved almost instinctively to obey, concerned her more. Obedience was one thing but such ready acquiescence was something she didn't quite understand and which made her just a little afraid.

"Ok, Kitty, as much as I know you like showing off that slutty little body, we need to get you dressed. Little tease," Lauren said smilingly, as she walked towards the door. "Come, Kitty."

At the snap casual snap of fingers, Katie scurried after her owner like a devoted puppy. Choice was a word that had no meaning for her now but still, when Lauren treated her this way, she felt her slavery, the reality of life as the property of another so intensely she could barely think or feel anything else.

"Panties, Kitty, pink."

Katie stepped into the closet and rifled through the small pile of clothes she had been instructed to bring. She had two pairs of pink panties, but she had only been ordered to bring one. She collected the small, sheer garment and slid it up her legs. This was the first time she had worn these since modelling them briefly for the photo to document them for her wardrobe. The tiny g-string felt delicious against her bare skin, the sheer material cupping her vulva, creating a pretty mound out of her plump labia. She could see the split of her lips through the translucent material and felt a sensual shiver of delight at the sight and feel of the sexy underwear.

"Oh, yes Kitty. Those are... Kitty come over here, let me feel."

Katie's belly flipped nervously as she stepped forward and presented her panty-clad pussy for her owner's inspection. She moaned softly, her thighs edging closer together, as Lauren's warm hand slid over her sex, caressing the sensitive flesh through the thin material.

"Heels. Now the black dress."

Katie had known it was coming, she didn't know how, but she knew. Even so, she paused for a moment at Lauren's command. She had worn the dress only once, for a special family dinner, and she had spent the entire night playing with it. How did Lauren know about all the items of clothing that had lain languishing in her closet, unworn and forgotten. They seemed to make up the majority of her wardrobe now. Maybe there was more truth in Lauren's words than she had thought. She had obviously bought them for a reason. Even though modesty had prevailed, had it been the slut in her that had been attracted to the revealing clothing in the first place?

Katie unhooked the dress from the hanger and slipped it over her head. It was a tight garment, the elastic material stretching over her body like a glove as she pulled it down over her breasts, past her fluttering belly and finally covering the smooth curves of her buttocks. The dress only came halfway to her knees but the young girl knew the battle she would have keeping it there. She adjusted the small sleeves that did little more cover her shoulders and turned to display her body for her owner.

"Well, well Kitty, don't you look classy. Ooh la la. Um, needs something more though," mused Lauren, absently tapping her lips with the index finger of her right hand. "Here we are."

Lauren came back from her dresser holding up a hairband triumphantly. It was a light shade of green that almost perfectly matched Katie's eyes, a delicate green bow attached to the plastic curve. Lauren slid it over the top of Katie's head, seating it to her desire as her classmate stood patiently, submitting to the intimate act of being dressed as if born to it. After the morning Katie had been through, she was finding her submission easier to accept, at times not even noticing her obedience until it was over.

"Just touch up your lips," said Lauren grabbing the lipgloss from her desk and painting the schoolgirl's parted lips with a fresh, shiny coating. "There, now grab your purse and we're off."

Katie's cheeks mottled as she thought about what she would be carrying for the rest of the day. Her dildo was like her American Express card, though all it ever bought for her was humiliation. She was back in the centre of the room in a matter of seconds, her hands once again behind her back, but this time clasping the small black purse through which she could feel the hard ridges of her glass dildo.

"Stand over by the wall Kitty, I just have to get you like this. You probably don't even know how adorable you are. Do you?"
"No Miss," Katie replied demurely, though a tiny smile played upon her lips. She had some idea but she still wasn't comfortable with having her picture taken. She knew it was silly; no, beyond silly. She knew it was stupid, knowing the archive of material her owner already had, but she still felt incredibly self-conscious every time Lauren produced her camera.

Katie posed for more than just the one photo she had expected. Lauren wanted to see her at attention, standing casually, leaning against the door, standing by the window, seated on the bed, her purse resting daintily in her lap. She posed obediently, doing her best to make Lauren happy, marvelling, even during the midst of the cajoling, how easily her owner was able to get the pose and expression she wanted. Katie didn't think she had a talent for modelling, she was sure it was simply that Lauren had a power that radiated from her very words. It held such command and despite her remnant instincts of dignity and misplaced modesty, she found herself obeying.

"Come on pussywhistle. We don't want to miss our bus," Lauren said, throwing her camera on the bed and snatching her small shoulder bag.

Katie was led by the hand, out the door and down the stairs. She was already lamenting her owner's choice of clothes. The tight dress had ridden up her thighs as she hurried down the steps behind her. She adjusted it once, halfway down and again once they reached the bottom of the short flight of stairs. It stretched to accommodate her movements, hugging every curve of her young body, but not enough. It seemed to ride up an inch with each step.

She paused outside the front door to wait for Lauren to lock the house, sneaking quick peeks at the neighbourhood. It was barely past nine in the morning, but the street was buzzing with activity. She could see children playing, their squeals as they bounced on a trampoline making her smile at their innocent whimsy. Further down the block a group of young boys were playing hockey in the street, their game suffering interruptions from the occasional slow-moving car.

"Come on Kitty, we don't have time for daydreaming."

Lauren was halfway down the walk before Katie even moved. That was what you could do when you wore flat shoes, Katie thought as she struggled to catch the swiftly moving girl. She had almost closed the gap by the time she had reached the sidewalk, though Lauren was a good five feet in front of her still. She hadn't wanted to but she resorted to swift, mincing steps to try and catch her owner, instantly feeling her breasts bounce, knowing the display she was providing the neighbourhood.

She had not been allowed a bra and her young breasts bobbed and swayed with each snappy step. The tight, elastic material of her dress was her only protection and she may as well have been wearing nothing for all the support it provided to her pert young bosom. The low-cut dress showed off a tantalising amount of cleavage, the strained material stretching across her firm mounds, creating an empty space between, where, from the right angle, you could see past the firm young flesh and down into the shadowy cavern of her cleavage. There were so many things wrong with this dress she lamented as she once again pulled the rising hem down past her thighs.

They were half way down the block before she caught up with her owner. Lauren didn't slow down once Katie reached her side, continuing with the same swift gait that made the young girl struggle with each step. Every ten feet she leaned down and adjusted her dress, the action slowing her down, forcing her to, once again, trot faster to catch her classmate. The scurrying schoolgirl was startled by the loud blast of a car-horn from behind her. She turned to see a car stopped by four young hockey-playing boys standing in the middle of the road. She knew why the car had needed to sound its horn, the sheepish grins and continuing glances in her direction removing any doubt. She couldn't blame them, she knew how she looked, the slim black dress hugging her figure, accentuating her firm bosom that moved so enticingly without support.

"Come on Kitty, we don't have time for you to show off."

Katie hurried after Lauren, blushing at her owner's words. She knew she was only teasing but she couldn't help but feel that on some level Lauren believed it might have been part of her slut nature to try and show off her body. Even if that were the case, and she didn't think it was, she knew to whom she belonged. She didn't want anyone else to see her.

"Play with your dress once more and you will be punished. You may adjust your outfit once upon standing from a seated position, anything more is simply disrespectful."

Katie's hands snapped away from her dress like a child caught with a hand in the cookie jar. She cringed as she walked beside her owner, feeling the elastic material begin to creep up her thigh with each step. As they neared the bus stop she looked down her body to see far more white thigh than she wished. The little black dress had become littler, creeping up her legs until it seemed to reach a static point barely inches below her buttocks.

Lauren sat down on the end of the bench and took her phone from her bag, leaving Katie to stand beside her, looking forlornly down her body. She hadn't touched her dress for some time and it had somehow managed to reach a comfortable balance, a humiliatingly revealing one but a balance nonetheless. It was the nature of the material to never truly appear bunched but almost the entire length of her smooth young legs was on display, the black of the dress providing a stark line of contrast barely two inches below the curve of her buttocks.

She knew she was being naughty, but she dared not stand at attention. She was afraid of what the additional stretching would do, fearing that if the dress travelled any higher it would reveal the sheer pink panties underneath, and beneath that transparent material the full mound of her bare vulva. She envisioned it now, the softly curved lips of her pussy cupped delicately, as if covered by pretty pink fairy wings. Her lips parted subconsciously at the sensual thoughts. Katie saw movement out of the corner of her eye and turned towards it, worried at what fresh humiliation company could bring. Four young girls, much younger, thirteen at the oldest, had come to wait for the bus, happily chatting amongst themselves. Their conversation and light, musical laughter, paused when they saw the two girls already waiting at the bus stop.

"Hi Lauren," said the foremost girl, a pretty little blond girl in jeans and t-shirt.
"Hey Amber, how's it going?"
"Cool."
"How's your sis, she missed practice last week."
"Ha ha, she got caught with a boy and got grounded. He wasn't even from our school."

Katie stood silently as the conversation continued, all four girls now involved, laughing at a joke Lauren made. The young girl felt as if she didn't exist at all. No one had acknowledged her, no one had even commented on her presence. With a group of girls only feet away she felt incredibly alone. Her nose began to tingle and she bit her lip, trying to forestall the tears she knew were coming. The thought that her owner didn't care she was there was too much for the vulnerable schoolgirl. It was just then that she felt a touch on her calf. It was barely a touch at all and she shifted her leg imperceptibly, thinking only that an insect was crawling over her skin. Her leg quivered as it came again and it was only when she looked down to confirm her theory that she realised the truth.

Katie's heart burst with joy, all thoughts of self-pity dashed by the wave of pure happiness that flooded her entire body. One finger, one tiny, petite finger, gently caressed the bare skin of her calf. It was there and then it was gone, leaving the young girl wondering if it had really happened at all. But the overwhelming emotion that made her skin tingle reassured her. Lauren continued to talk to the young girls but Katie no longer minded the exclusion. It had been such a small gesture, the most meagre of contacts, but she could ask for no more. Her owner had not forgotten her. Her owner had thought enough of her to let her know she really did exist. She could still feel the touch on her leg, the ghost of sensation comforting her almost as much.

She waited patiently for the bus to arrive, smiling sweetly to herself as she listened to her owner's conversation. She wasn't really following what was being said, the sound of Lauren's voice enough to provide her the contentment she desired. When it finally came, Lauren allowed the young girls to get on the bus first, with Katie bringing up the rear. As she stepped up into the bus she felt her dress ride higher. It didn't have much to go, any higher and she would be revealing a part of her that was only for her owner. Lauren paid for both girls and as they moved down the aisle between the seats, Katie stuck to the body of her owner like a shadow.

Lauren found an empty seat and sat down, shuffling across to sit by the window. Katie remained standing, looking down at her owner pleadingly. Her dress had indeed moved higher, now barely covering her ass. She was sure if someone bent down they would be able to see up her dress, something could not bear to happen. Her hands twitched as she readied herself to misbehave. She knew she was being naughty but she couldn't stop herself, the compulsion to cover her body becoming unbearable.

Lauren patted the seat beside her and Katie was down in less time than it took to blink. She kept her legs an inch apart, as she had been taught and glanced down. There was a glimpse of pink beneath the edge of her dress, a deeper pink than that of her pussy. Her hands instantly moved to her lap, clutching the small dildo-filled purse and hiding her underwear from view. Katie breathed deeply, hoping Lauren wouldn't make her sit with her hands by her side. She knew her hands and small purse were all that was keeping any new passengers from glimpsing the pink treasure beneath her dress. Pain exploded in her leg. A small, startled yip escaped her shocked mouth and her head whipped towards Lauren.

"As I was saying Kitty, we have a few things to do today but was there anything you wanted to do first?"

Katie stared at Lauren, dumbfounded. She had slapped her leg, hard, leaving a glowing pink handprint high up on her thigh and she just continued as if nothing had happened. The loud slap had resounded around the bus, drawing the attention of more than half of her fellow passengers. The restless schoolgirl's cheeks blazed under the scrutiny. She couldn't help but wonder what they thought. Had they seen the slap or merely heard the impact? Did they know her for what she was or did they think she was just a naughty girl? But she had to answer Lauren's question, not paying attention was what put her in this humiliating position.

"No thank you Miss," Katie replied hurriedly, forcing herself to look out the window, trying desperately to ignore the continued interest of her fellow passengers.
"Ok then. Mom gave me some money for the weekend so..." Lauren said, a conspiratorial twinkle in her eye. "First we'll pop in and see Jean and we'll take it from there."

Lauren chatted amiably with her girl as the bus took them closer to their destination. Katie quickly forgot the discipline she had received, though her thigh burned during the entire trip, a constant reminder of her place. Chatting with her owner about such everyday things was bliss for the young girl. She was reminded of how charming Lauren was, and how much she knew. Being with her was a constant education and not simply on how best to serve. When there was a slight pause, Katie took her chance.

"Miss was my cleaning acceptable?"
"Yes Kitty, your cleaning was, your boasting was not."

Katie looked at her lap, feeling her shame. Not knowing if the work she had done that morning had been good enough had been niggling at the young girl ever since. The fact that it had, that it had merely been her stupid statement that had caused her trouble, made her happy that she had pleased Lauren, but ashamed that she had almost ruined it by being stupid. Her reverie was as interrupted as she felt a sharp pinch at her right nipple and jumped at the unexpected touch. Lauren had leant over and with her hand reversed, quickly pinched her nipple between her thumb and the side of her finger. The fingers had more slid across the curve of her breast than truly pinched but her nipple had responded nonetheless. As her eyes flickered frantically around the bus, fearful that the casual use of her body had been witnessed, she heard Lauren's voice, blurred and distant, as if she was underwater.

"A little snip," her owner said, giggling as she did so. "A couple of snips, eh Kitty."

Again, Lauren's hand snaked out quickly and slipped across her now-hard nipple. Katie sat frozen, her face a blazing beacon of embarrassment. Lauren was playing a game and her body was the field. There was nothing she could do but sit quietly and submit. She belonged to Lauren and her owner could use her in any way she wished, wherever and whenever she desired. Katie kept her eyes lowered, only occasionally lifting them to confirm the scrutiny she knew was directed at her. She never caught anyone looking her way but she had no doubt she was the centre of attention. She was convinced that each furtive glance was just a moment too late, her fellow passengers sensing her scrutiny, looking away and feigning indifference, only to return their hungry inspection the moment she looked away. Her nipples had stiffened to their full extent from just the two brief snips of her owner and she felt as if they were almost bursting through the tightness of her dress, expecting, at any moment, to hear a soft ripping sound, two small pink tips of flesh suddenly visible, poking through the stretched black material.

Katie could sense Lauren's happiness, the emotion hovering about the pretty girl like an aura. If it made her owner happy then she should not complain. She was only having fun with her, just one of Lauren's little quirks. Still, Katie kept her eyes lowered, hoping the heat of humiliation would fade, knowing it drew the attention of the other passengers like a moth to a flame.

The apprehensive schoolgirl smiled then, a soft, secretive smile, her eyes still lowered, as she felt a touch at her side. Lauren drew her hand from the tight grip she had on her purse and pulled it down beside her trapping it between them. Katie’s body tingled with the thrill. They rode that way until the mall, hands clasped tightly together, the warm touch of her owner exciting the submissive schoolgirl. She could never have believed how delicious it would feel to simply hold hands with another person. It had never been like this with Pete. They were only holding hands, but it felt so much deeper, sensual and intense.

Katie looked at the looming mall, a petulant pout on her face, knowing that it would mean an end to the ride she had begun to enjoy so much. It had been a strange journey. Even though she had relaxed under the touch of her owner, she couldn't forget the too short dress and what it revealed, nor her hard nipples pushing against the tight black material of her dress, a dress that hugged her body like a stocking.

"Wait until everyone else has left the bus before standing . It is always good manners to let others go first. Sit up straight Kitty, you should know better than to slouch."

Katie did as she was told, remaining seated as the bus pulled up to the stop, doors opening with a hiss to allow the passengers to exit. She sat up as straight as she could, her shoulders pressed into the back of the seat. Her shoulders barely moved, she knew she had been sitting quite straight, but she also knew what her posture meant. Anyone passing, indeed anyone standing above her, could see down her dress. She knew what they would see: the soft flesh of her white breasts curving down into darkness, the tight dress stretching between her stiffened nipples, bridging the gap made by her cleavage. She clutched her purse tighter, pushing it down her legs, trying to cover as much of her exposed thigh as she could.

She sat this way as the bus emptied, her anxiety growing as each person walked past her. They were moving too slowly. People didn't walk that slow. She knew they were pausing above her, drinking in the sight of her young, firm breasts displayed so beautifully by the tight dress. Lauren appeared oblivious, playing happily with her phone as the bus emptied. While Katie sat there in a purgatory of paranoia, her owner was unconcerned, checking messages and flipping through pictures. Pictures! The restless schoolgirl focused on the small screen. It took her a few moments to figure out what she was seeing from this angle but she knew it was her, naked, knees up by her face. This was the photo Lauren had taken of her that morning. The detail was low on the tiny screen but the image was unmistakable.

Katie's mouth opened to protest, to remind her owner where they were. If someone should see it, and know it for what it was... How did it even get on her phone? She had taken it with a camera. What exactly did she have on her phone? Katie could not help but think about her own and what it contained. She had not removed the video of her in the chemistry lab. She had to remember to ask if she could.

"Up."

Katie got smoothly to her feet, immediately pulling her dress far down her thighs. She was only permitted to adjust it once so she made the most of her singular allowance. The little black dress was now at full stretch, almost halfway down her thighs. Katie felt much better, comfortable in the knowledge that she was in no immediate danger of exposure. She hurried down the aisle of the bus, trying to keep ahead of Lauren. Her face went suddenly pale as she reached the door. She would have to step down out of the bus. She remembered what had happened on the step up, her one adjustment would be entirely wasted. Could she keep her legs together and jump? Not in these heels.

The moment had come to depart and inspiration struck the nervous teen. She grabbed the poles leading out  and half jumped, half slid out of the bus, trying to support as much of her weight as possible with her arms. She kept her legs together and almost yelled in triumph as she realised, once she was firmly on the sidewalk, that her dress had barely moved.

"Kitty, what are you doing?"
"Um, nothing Miss," Katie replied too quickly, blushing like a naughty young girl caught in a lie. "I was trying not to have my dress ride up too far."
"Come here."

Katie shuffled towards her owner, instantly regretting her attempt at deception. She hadn't meant to, it had just come out. She had tried to be good, clarifying the situation immediately, but she knew she had been wrong. The trepidation she felt as she faced Lauren was as nothing to the guilt that ate away at her.

"Kitty, a slave always tells the truth. Always. You have just earned yourself a spanking, but you're going to be good now right? No more naughtiness?"
"No Miss. Sorry, it just kind of came out," the young girl replied sheepishly.
"You were asked a question."
"Yes Miss, I promise to be good."
"Right then. Just remember Kitty, you are here to serve. All a slave can really ask for is a chance to serve her owner."

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"Lauren, my dear."
"Hey Jean."
"And Katie, oh my. Don't you look nice. Out to snare yourself a boyfriend?"
"She's not allowed anything to do with boys, Jean."
"Oh, right. Well what brings you here?"
"Kitty, you can help serve while I talk to Jean," Lauren ordered as she turned her back on the young girl.

Katie sighed, resigned to her place. She dutifully moved into the store and began tidying the stock. She was still red-faced from Mrs Farrell's remark and her owner's response. Lauren had said she wasn't allowed. How could she say that in front of Mrs Farrell? She had seen the look on the older woman's face and had felt the sharp pulse of shame, afraid that her status as a possession could somehow be revealed. She threw herself into her work as her owner and employer talked. She enjoyed working, looking forward to each shift she was given. She even enjoyed the tidying and cleaning that was necessary, knowing that everything she did needed to be done and happy to be the one told to do it. Mrs Farrell was really good to her and she wanted to repay that kindness with the best service she could give. She had almost tidied one half of the store by the time Lauren collected her.

"Thanks Katie."
"It was my pleasure, Ma'am," Katie replied as she followed Lauren from the store, waving daintily over her shoulder.
"Do you like working there, Kitty?"
"Yes Miss," Katie replied, suddenly nervous. Had she done something wrong?
"I've talked with Jean and she is willing to give you a Sunday shift as well. Starting next week, you'll start at ten each Sunday morning."
"Thank you Miss."
"Okie doke, pussywhistle, let's go."

Katie obediently followed her owner around the mall. She wanted to walk next to her, to feel the tiny thrills as her hand accidentally bumped Lauren's, the gentle, glancing touches that sent quick shocks of sensation shooting up into her body. Lauren was just too quick, constant changes of direction leaving the flustered girl perpetually one step behind. It was not until Lauren entered one of the large department stores and slowed to browse, that Katie was able to catch up and be beside her. She knew it was strange but she recognised immediately the emotion that flooded her senses when she was able to stand at her owner's side. She felt comfortable and at ease, safe, as if nothing else in the world mattered. She smiled softly to herself as she shuffled beside her owner, content simply to be by her side.

"Kitty look at these," Lauren said with delight. "Aren't they gorgeous."

Katie took the item her owner offered, looking at the knee-high socks within. They were cute, no doubt about it. The pair she had been given were striped red and black while Lauren held a rainbow coloured pair. These Katie also received, followed by a third pair, a solid pink. She bunched the bundle in one hand, the other still firmly clutching her dildo-filled purse. Her grip on the object she was forced to carry, remained tight and strong. Lauren moved on, stopping before a mannequin modelling a dainty summer dress in palest yellow, small orange swirls enhancing the delicacy of the thin material. Lauren stared at the pretty dress, admiring the slender spaghetti straps that tied behind the neck of the pale plastic figure, leaving the shoulders smooth and bare.

"Kitty, find this dress in your size and meet me at the fitting rooms."

Katie had been admiring the dress as well, thinking it would look wonderful on Lauren. She looked captivating in anything she wore, even her lacrosse uniform, but she looked amazingly pretty in skirts, like the one she wore, and dresses like the one she had been sent to collect. She was less sure what it would look like on her. Her bust was a little too prominent for such dainty straps. She didn't even own a strapless bra. Stupid, the young girl admonished as she hurried to the dressing room with the beautiful summer dress. She wore no bra today and this dress could be no more revealing than the tight, low-cut garment that currently hugged her body like a glove. Even though her dress was black, her breasts stood out prominently from her chest, their soft contours followed perfectly by the tight, elastic material.

She knew it was sexy. She knew she looked sexy, the constant attention she received from both men and women could not be ignored. Katie imagined just what would happen if the dress was a lighter colour, anything but black. Could the scrutiny to which she was subjected possibly become any more intense?

"Here Kitty, Kitty."

Katie blushed at her owner's call as she hurried towards the fitting rooms. Lauren held open the door of a stall and ushered the nervous schoolgirl inside. When the door closed behind her, Lauren was still inside the stall, and Katie realised that at least this time, she would not have to find her owner to seek her approval. Lauren took the dress and hung it on a hook on the door. Katie's breath caught as Lauren stepped in close, slapped the socks from her right hand and gently eased the purse from her left. The subservient schoolgirl relinquished her dildo from the vice-like grip she had become accustomed to as she looked deeply into her owner's impossibly pale blue eyes. She heard the dull clink as the purse dropped to the carpeted floor.

Lauren was so close, their breasts brushing gently, her face mere inches away. Her lips parted at the mere hint of movement from her owner. She was panting softly, the warmth of her breath mingling with that of her owner. She longed to lean forward, to feel the soft touch of her owner's lips but she stayed in place, pressed up against the wall. She knew Lauren was teasing her but the anticipation was delicious. Lauren leaned forward, tantalising close and whispered, "Out of that dress." Lauren gave no ground and Katie was forced to reach down and slide the dress up over her buttocks, pushing her body only slightly away from the wall. She pushed against Lauren, feeling the strength in her owner's slim frame, knowing she would be given no room. The young girl squirmed against the wall, feeling trapped but doing her best to pull the dress up her body.

The tight black material scraped past her firm young breasts, the soft mounds bouncing free. Katie pulled the dress over her head and stood almost naked before her owner, immediately feeling Lauren's warm hands on her chest, each malleable globe massaged gently, nipple under thumb. Her owner's moist lips were tormentingly close. If she pursed her lips, maybe she would feel the moist, supple lips on hers, but she waited, submitting to the frustration she knew was her owner's pleasure.

"Kiss me," Lauren breathed, her husky voice exposing her desire.

Katie almost dove forward, her eagerness unable to be controlled. Their lips met, the heat of passion driving them together. The embrace was all too brief and left Katie panting for more. She leaned out from the wall, her open mouth questing for her owner but Lauren had stepped back too far for Katie to follow. Her arousal-fuelled enthusiasm was noted but she dare not press further.

"Let's see you in the summer dress my little sex kitten," Lauren said, adjusting her blouse.

Katie could see the tiny bumps pushing against her owner's blouse, the sight of Lauren's arousal almost making her forget the instruction, but she had been given an order and she was finding it increasingly easy to obey, as if her body responded without her input, moving effortlessly to comply with her owner’s demands. She slipped the flimsy dress over her head, luxuriating in the feel of the silken material against her skin. She adjusted the straps behind her neck, and smoothed the sleek material down her hips. The delicate fabric flowed around her young body, falling from her curves, shimmering and swaying with each movement, as if sunlight itself had been woven into the delicate strands of the dress. The hem of the dress reached almost to her knees and the gentle touch as it fell against her thighs was an enticing sensation.

"Kitty," Lauren said, her voice filled with delight. "Oh, wow. Turn around, slowly."

Katie did a slow twirl for her owner, using all the room the small stall afforded. She felt the flimsy material flow about her like a wisp in the wind. She beamed a joyous smile at Lauren. She had never worn anything like this, never felt anything like this against her skin. She oozed sensuality as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks darkened as she noticed the way flimsy dress clung to her breasts, her hard nipples creating two tiny peaks across which the light material stretched. Even this obvious evidence of her lust could not dampen the sensuous smile that curled her shining pink lips. She was safe in here, seen only by her owner, wearing it in public was for another day, another set of emotions she refused to allow in.

Katie watched, in the mirror, as Lauren stepped forward, her eyelids fluttering as she felt her owner's soft, warm hands caress her bare shoulders, gently tracing the petite girl's frame. Lauren delighted in the way Katie's muscles moved under her smooth skin. She would need to ensure this little slut had more clothing that displayed her beauty. It was a shame that these slim shoulders were hidden under fabric so often.

"Ok Kitty, out you get. I can't afford this one today sadly. Don't worry you cheeky little slut," Lauren said as she read the disappointment in the young girl's eyes, "you'll have it soon enough."

Katie blushed, embarrassed by her greed. Lauren had already bought her so much and she got nothing for herself. She should count herself lucky, not pout when she couldn't have every pretty thing she saw.

"Sorry Miss," Katie said sincerely, knowing an apology was required of her.
"You forget yourself too easily, Kitty. You're lucky you're just too damn cute. Come on, change now, you can't wear it all day."

Katie breathed a sigh of relief at her owner's understanding and took one last, quick look at herself in the mirror. She wanted the dress, felt it more strongly than she could have imagined a piece of clothing could make her feel and felt a strange emptiness when she drew the pretty dress above her head. As she moved to place it back on its hanger she saw movement from the corner of her eye. Lauren had opened the door to the stall and stepped back into the store. Katie almost dropped the dress in panic as she watched her owner disappear, leaving the door swinging slowly, but without enough force to close.

The terrified schoolgirl froze as she realised she could be seen by anyone passing. She was dressed only in the tiny pink g-string of sheer material, and her heels. It was only as she sensed movement outside the stall that she sprang into action, jumping to the door just as a couple stepped into view. Katie was aware of their shocked looks as she scurried to close the stall door. She didn't think she would ever forget the bewildered visage of the woman, or the quickly forming smile of her partner. It was only as she pressed her back against the close door that she realised she could simply have covered her nudity with the dress in her hand. Instead she had held it to one side as if she was trying show off her nubile young body.

The moment passed but the trembling teenager was left flushed and fearful, her heart beating so hard she felt as if she would break a rib. Katie couldn't believe what had just happened. Two people had seen her naked, well almost naked, though the see-through panties hid almost nothing from view, two people who were not her owner. Had Lauren meant for the door not to close? Katie just didn't know what to think anymore. Her knees were quivering as the pulse of fear-fuelled adrenalin remained. She closed her eyes and hugged her arms across her chest trying to compose herself, to make sense of the humiliation that would not dissipate. She needed to get dressed, if they complained about her and security came she would need to be dressed at least.

The trembling schoolgirl hung the almost forgotten summer dress on the door and collected her own, pulling it quickly down her body until her nudity was covered. Even though the dress was revealing, accentuating all of her youthful curves, Katie felt safe now that she was covered, mostly. She was unsure just what she should do now. She couldn't just stand around in the dressing room, if she made Lauren wait who knew what trouble she would be in. What should she do with the dress? Lauren had said she would not be getting it today, so should she just put it back on the racks?

Katie glanced at herself in the mirror, turning to the side and admiring the way the tight dress highlighted her figure. She knew she was pretty, but in this dress she looked, and felt, sexy. She ran her hands down her sides, smoothing the tight black material, knowing that it was already sitting perfectly, but enjoying the sensation nonetheless. Her eyes roved across her body, drinking in her nubile form. It was only as her eyes roamed back to her face that she realised what she was doing.

As she looked herself in the eye, she could see the rising blush that she could feel mottling her cheeks. Just what the fuck was she doing? Only moments ago she had been scared half to death as two strangers witnessed her nudity and now here she was admiring herself like some... Say it, she scolded. Like some slut! She couldn't hide from it. Lauren approved. So why was she so hesitant, so fearful of saying it to herself.

"Slut," Katie whispered at herself, marvelling at the gentle thrill that trilled through her chest. It was not only Lauren's words that had power, but the excitement she felt was still deeply rooted in her owner. After all it was Lauren who had made her a slut. Maybe that wasn't entirely true but it was her owner who had provided the catalyst for her transformation. Had she always been a slut? Had she always been destined to be this way?

Katie tried to ignore the maelstrom of emotion that she had spun into motion with that one small word. She gathered the socks and her purse, collected the pretty dress and pushed open the door of the stall. She had only taken two steps when Lauren appeared around the corner, the instant frown telling Katie all she needed to know.

She had done the wrong thing, she hadn't known. She had tried to do the right thing, she only wanted to be good. Lauren carried two skirts and a blouse and Katie's heart sank as she realised the fitting was not over. She had jumped to the wrong conclusion, the assumption sure to cost her dearly. She felt the blood rush from her face as Lauren neared, ordering her back in the stall with a flick of her head. Katie scurried back, unsure what she should do. Her hands were full and she couldn't stand at attention this way. She did all she could, parting her legs until her feet were a shoulder-width apart, stretching her tight dress taught across her thighs. Her hands remained in front, clinging pitifully to the items with which she had been entrusted.

"Those on the floor, dress on the door. Undress and kneel in the corner."

Katie burst into activity, rushing to comply with Lauren's snapped orders. She couldn't help but obey, her body reacting on an almost genetic imperative. She had no choice but to follow the commands of her owner, the authority in Lauren's voice driving her into a spiral of subservience. Almost before she knew what had happened, the dazed schoolgirl was kneeling in a corner, the bare flesh of her naked thighs pressing against the smooth walls. She could feel the cool air of the store play across her vulva, drying the moisture that coated her sensitive lips.

She looked plaintively at her owner, her hands squirming nervously, pressed into the corner behind her. Lauren looked down imperiously upon the vulnerable teen, drinking in the trepidation and fear that oozed from her every pore. The little slut just could not behave. She couldn't be too hard upon her though. Lauren knew she was trying it was just that her instincts weren't fully developed. She had to keep reminding herself that Katie's training had only just begun. It was just easy to forget when the young girl was so obedient, her enthusiasm to serve so obvious. She hadn't expected it and there were times when it caught even her by surprise. She hadn't planned for the speed at which Katie was progressing.

Lauren hung up the garments she had collected and dropped to the floor in front of her slave, squatting down between her widely-spread legs, smiling at the confusion in the humbled schoolgirl. She leaned in and kissed her briefly on the lips.

"Were you told to dress?"
"No Miss."
"Were you told to leave the stall?"
"No Miss."
"Well then, Kitty.."
"I'm sorry, I just thought you might be waiting and I didn't want to make you angry if you were waiting because I know that a slave mustn't make her owner wait and I thought-"
"Hush, Kitty," interrupted Lauren, placing a finger across Katie's glossy lips. "Next time simply worry about doing as you were told. If I want you to dress, then you will. That is not something that concerns you. I own you Kitty, make sure that is what you think about next time that pretty little brain of yours needs to think."
"Yes Miss," replied the thoroughly subjugated schoolgirl, lowering her eyes sheepishly.

Lauren rose languidly to her feet and proceeded to try on the skirts and blouse she had chosen. Katie watched from her corner, content to be the audience for what she saw as a sensual striptease. Her eyes roamed over Lauren's body, drawn to the tight mound between her legs, cupped so enticingly by the small panties she wore. Each piece of clothing she tried on looked amazing, fitting her perfectly, accentuating her lithe form.

Katie was entranced as she watched her classmate twirl and turn, inspecting how the new skirts looked. It was not until Lauren lifted the blouse from the hanger that Katie noticed a blurry motion in the corner of her eye that she had studiously ignored as Lauren modelled the skirts. She glanced at the stall door and realised that she could see beneath the door. There was almost a foot of space between the floor and the door and she could see the feet of each passer-by. As she watched, she saw the woman in the stall opposite, step out of a pair of jeans, her delicate ankles and thighs clearly able to be seen.

Katie felt her cheeks flush with the familiar sensation that she had come to despise. Could anyone see into their stall? What if they dropped something and bent down to collect it. Her bare pussy was inches from the ground, easily able to be seen by anyone at the right angle. She begged for no one to bend down and look in her direction.  Her legs were spread obscenely wide, her sex exposed for all to see. She looked frantically back at her owner, but Lauren was not paying attention to the kneeling schoolgirl, completely absorbed, as she was, in the pretty blouse she had donned. Katie begged for her owner to look her way. She was desperate to be acknowledged, to somehow share the panic she felt. If only Lauren would look at her, she would see her distress.

Katie waited in vain for the feeling to subside. No one had seen her yet, but with each shadowy motion at the door, her heart leaped in her chest, sending another bust of adrenalin through her naked body. Each muscle was tense, longing to spring from the submissive position and put an end to her exposure and yet she stayed in position, her need to obey overcoming her compulsion to hide.

Katie’s heart skipped as she watched Lauren replace the blouse, afraid that now she has finished she would once again open the door of the stall, exposing her to view. Her eyes follow each small movement her owner made, chest tightening as the anticipation blossomed into fear.  She watched as Lauren took a small pad and pencil from her bag and scribbled casually, the action reminding her of the contents of her own purse. She felt her ownership, her status as property pressing upon her, almost able to feel its touch.

“Up.”

The naked schoolgirl breathed a sigh of relief as her owner turned and waited for her to rise. She realised that she had been holding her breath as she waited for exposure, her helplessness debilitating. She was restrained by nothing more than her owner’s desire, yet she had not moved until granted permission. Katie glanced at Lauren before looking away, her timid gaze falling to her feet, unable to bear the piercing scrutiny. She could never withstand those pale blue eyes for long, always surrendering before their authority.
 
"Get dressed," Lauren ordered as she headed for the stall entrance. "Oh, and pussywhistle?"
"Yes Miss," Katie replied, her eyes on Lauren's hand that rested on the door.
"Kiss me."

Katie stepped forward, excitement warring with fear, the sensations so similar she could not distinguish which was in ascendance. Her pussy pulsed as her lips met those of her owner, her knees quivering as arousal fluttered along her moist folds of her sex. Contact was broken and Lauren was gone, like a ghost, leaving nothing behind but the vague trace of her sweet perfume and the quivering desire that wracked the naked schoolgirl's body.

Katie's eyelids flickered, dazed by her lust. The hum of activity from the store snapped her back to reality, and she dived for the door, closing it softly behind her. She had reacted just a little too slowly, fearful that her lapse had exposed her nakedness. She had been caught off guard but what's done was done. She could not change it now. The door had only been open for a second but she could not ignore the terrible suspicion that she had been seen.

Her face blazed as she scrambled into her clothing. It did not take the young girl long to dress, Lauren having chosen such a meagre selection for her. She settled her small g-string between her buttocks, and slipped her tight black dress over her head, before finally stepping into her shiny black heels. Purse and socks were collected in two frantic grabs and she was out the door, eager to put some distance between herself and the site of her latest humiliation.

Her cheeks remained a deep crimson as she sought her owner, sure the other patrons knew of her lewd display. Katie wandered aimlessly, her anxiety growing into panic as she failed to locate her classmate. She wasn't just afraid of making Lauren wait, she felt lost without her. Palms slick with sweat she hurried through the store, her heart pounding in her chest, eyes darting dizzyingly from face to face.

Katie could not believe the relief that washed over her when she spotted Lauren by the jewellery. She had been transported back in time, her panicked feelings of loss those of a little girl alone and abandoned. She felt her nose tingle, the first sign of the tears that welled in her eyes moments later. She bit her lip, took one deep breath to compose herself and stepped meekly to her owner. She didn't want Lauren to see her upset. She didn't know why but she blinked and fought the tears as stood, safe by her owner's side.

"Here Kitty, buy those and meet me by the donut stand," Lauren said casually, as if Katie had been there all along.

She took the folded note and moved quickly to the counter, not quite sure how to feel. She was glad that her distress had not been noticed, ashamed as she was by her childish fears, but she had wished, secretly, if she was to be honest, that Lauren had noticed and made it all right. She knew she could not kiss her out here, but a kind word or a small gesture acknowledging that she was safe was all she wanted. She knew she was being silly but she couldn't help it. As she waited for the attendant to process her transaction she marvelled at just how much she now relied on Lauren. She drew comfort from her very presence. How was that even possible? What had she become?

As Katie took her change and hurried from the store, she supplied herself with an answer: property. She was a possession, owned completely by another person. The evidence was irrefutable and the acceptance she felt was like a gentle rain washing away layers of grime and sweat from her body, leaving her clean and fresh and new. She didn't know exactly what this was, her short, sheltered life providing her no frame of reference for the overwhelming feelings.

She beamed a joyous smile as she saw Lauren, standing nonchalantly, observing the people that passed by. She wanted to stand there and watch her owner watch the passage of shoppers. Lauren looked so pretty as she intently surveyed the passing crowd. She rarely had a chance to see her owner in these candid moments and she enjoyed every moment. But she knew she had to move. A slave should not keep her owner waiting. She heard the words in her head as if Lauren was reciting them.

"Ola pussywhistle." Katie's sweet smile was the perfect complement to her owner's wicked grin. She had cringed the first time Lauren had used the pet name, not knowing or understanding what it meant, but it had grown on her. She still didn't know what it meant but she smiled at the intimacy of the nonsense name. "Buy two cinnamon donuts," Lauren instructed, still not looking at the young girl, but holding out a folded note.

For once Katie did not mind, she was happy. Lauren had her add the warm donuts to the bag and bade her follow as they moved to their next destination. Katie followed like a puppy scurrying along behind its master, content just to keep up. She didn't want to get lost again, she never wanted to feel that way again. She clenched her hands around her packages as the ghost of the remembered sensation flickered through her, quickening her pulse with the mere shadow of the fear she had felt at her imagined abandonment.

Lauren led her to a jewellery store, one through which Katie had often browsed, and where some of her, now removed, jewellery had come. Lauren knew what she was after, striding confidently to one counter in particular. She chatted with the attendant as she had her pick an item from within the locked cabinet while Katie stood watching obediently.

"Kitty, pop those up here and put this on. We'll definitely need to have it resized."

Katie deposited her bag of socks and donuts on the counter and more gingerly placed her purse beside it. She looked from her purse to her owner and back again, hesitant about it being out of her reach. If someone moved it they would know, the feel of the hard glass shaft that filled the tiny bag was unmistakable. She reached for the piece of jewellery that Lauren had chosen. It was a delicate bracelet, each link a tiny curved bar that was no thicker than a few strands of hair. The links were joined by impossibly small rings from which also hung small silver globes. It was not until she lifted it from the warm glass counter that Katie realised they were tiny bells. The air was filled with a fragile tinkling, sweet and soft, that made her think of fairies dancing atop flower petals.

"No Kitty, on your left ankle."

Katie glanced meekly at the attendant, blushing at the correction. It had been a gentle scolding but the look on the woman's face deepened the submission she felt flow through her veins, like her lifeblood itself. She had thought it was ridiculously big for her petite wrist, but even for her ankle it was large. She bent at the waist, knowing she would be accentuating the tight dress that stretched across her buttocks but there was no alternative. She could only squat and that would not only expose her sex, covered only in a gossamer thin layer of translucent pink material, but her dress would slide up her thighs.

"Close it properly Kitty. That's a good girl, we need to see how many links need to be removed."

Katie was glad her face was hidden as she felt the searing heat that pulsed from her face. She could feel the stare of the attendant, the judging look that made the tiny hairs behind her neck tingle and stiffen. Even a compliment was different when it was not private. She longed for Lauren to call her a good girl but to have it witnessed made her feel vulnerable and incredibly self-conscious.

"One more link, Kitty," Lauren directed, as Katie fumbled with the anklet. She was distracted by the scrutiny of her owner and the attendant, by the way she was displaying her body but most of all by the soft tinkling that each movement brought. When Lauren was satisfied that the sizing was correct she had Katie relinquish the pretty anklet to the waiting attendant.

"So, all those links removed and the connection as well thanks."
"No problem, it will only take a few minutes. Do you mind waiting?"
"Yeah, that's ok. C'mon Kitty."

Katie dutifully followed her owner as she browsed through the jewellery store. There were so many beautiful things on display but all she could think of was the dainty anklet that Lauren had chosen for her. It was very pretty, but not something she would ever have chosen for herself. It was strange to be looking at so many lovely things that she knew she could never have unless they were chosen for her by another person. Was everything in her world now designed to reinforce her status or was this simply the way the world was for a possession? She was like the pretty things in the cabinet, empty potential unless owned.

"Excuse me Miss, your piece is ready."
"Thanks. Kitty you can wait on the bench by the bookstore."

She was not happy at being dismissed but Katie followed the order without pause. She reached her destination in almost no time at all. She had been told to wait on the bench and not beside it so now she would have to sit. She approached the low bench with trepidation, lowering her body gingerly to the smooth wooden surface, making sure to keep her legs together as she sat but even so, she could feel the tight material of her dress creep up her thighs.

Once her buttocks flattened against the seat she rested her purse and bag on her lap, thankful for the coverage the objects provided. Her legs were together, knees separated by the inch she was to maintain at all times and she knew, without a doubt, that if the bag containing the morning's purchases had not sat in her lap, the intimate secrets beneath her dress would no longer be hidden to the truly observant.

She was a pretty girl, clad in a revealing outfit, she attracted enough attention on her own. With every passing moment her gratitude grew, unable to express the relief she felt at not having to deal with the knowledge that her pussy would be seen. It was only for her owner but more than that, the thought of such exposure made her blood run cold.

"Kitty."

Katie jumped at the whisper in her ear. How the fuck did she do that, Katie mused as her heart beat hummingbird-quick. She smiled, embarrassed by her momentary fear. She hated to be scared like that. Her brother had delighted in finding new ways to scare her. It had become his favourite pastime when they were younger, making a game out of hiding behind doors and in closets, just waiting for her to saunter by. She hadn't been scared like that since he had left for college.

"I have a present for you Kitty, though it won't be much of a surprise. Slide your left leg out a little," Lauren ordered as she squatted before the seated schoolgirl.

Katie obeyed, watching as Lauren retrieved the small silver anklet she had purchased. Her owner curled it around her slim ankle, holding the ends in place with one hand while she clipped something to it. The inquisitive teen watched intently as Lauren removed a tiny screwdriver, smaller than a pencil, from her bag and proceeded to tinker with the tiny clasp.

Katie looked around anxiously, aware of the weird scene they made, one pretty girl kneeling in front of the other in the middle of the mall. Her cheeks mottling the familiar shade of pink, she tried to ignore the rest of the world and focus entirely on her owner and the gift she was being given.

When Lauren was done Katie looked down to see the beautiful anklet fixed firmly around her leg. The dainty circle rested naturally above the bones of her ankle, the fitting perfect. She realised, after narrowing her focus to the clasp, that the anklet had been secured with a tiny silver padlock, a miniscule K etched into the side. It didn't look like a real padlock, it was far too small and delicate with no place for a key, but it served the same purpose. Somehow Lauren had secured the anklet to her body and to remove it she would need one of those baby screwdrivers. Katie's eyes followed Lauren as she stood up, her entire world now encompassed in the slim body of this young girl.

"Thank you, Miss."
"Oh Kitty, aren't you sweet. That pretty anklet is not to be removed without permission, but I didn't need to tell you that did I?"
"No Miss."
"No, good girl. Well, now that you have something pretty down there, we'll have to get you some nice shoes. Come on, I know just the place."

*  *  *  *  *

She had known what Lauren meant by shoes. She looked at the shoe her owner held out to her. It was gorgeous, there was no denying that. The shiny black shoe was sleek and sensual but it was a four inch heel, double what she currently wore. Katie liked the delicate strap that would close around her ankle and she wondered how it would look underneath her new jewellery.

She thought back on the walk to the shoestore and would have blushed if she had not already been flush with the heat of the memory. With every step she took, a musical tinkling had ushered from her, drawing the attention of the people she passed. She could not say this definitively, as she was determined, in her self-conscious way, not to look at anyone, fearful lest her suspicions were confirmed.

It was almost as if a tiny orchestra of fairies flitted about her, invisible, accompanying each soft footfall with a ringing of tiny bells. Her fantasy was a pleasant one, her only way of dealing with the increased scrutiny she knew was a result, as if she needed a reason to draw futher attention to her young, barely concealed body.

"My name's Alicia. Can I help you?"
"You sure can. Can we see these in a 5," Lauren replied to the pretty young girl who had sought them out.
"Just take a seat and I'll be right out."
"There you go Kitty, over here."

Katie sat where Lauren indicated, wondering what to do with her package and purse. Her dilemma was solved as Lauren collected first her purse and then the shopping bag from her, leaving only the young girl's tightly clasped hands resting in her lap, a meagre defence against discovery.

Lauren's heart beat faster in anticipation of what was to come. She had spotted these shoes some time ago, and had always planned them as a purchase, but what she had seen when fixing the anklet had pushed her schedule forward. She could afford them now, but her plans would have to change accordingly. This was just too delicious an opportunity to pass up. She smiled wickedly as she looked at the innocent young girl sat below her, oblivious to what was to come.

The attendant returned and knelt down in front of the nervous schoolgirl, opening the box and slipping out the beautiful new heels. Katie watched as the delicate rustle of the wrapping accompanied the unveiling of the shiny black shoes. They really were gorgeous. She nibbled on her lower lip, Lauren's eyes twinkling at the adorable quirk, as the pretty attendant removed her left shoe. The warm touch of another girl, almost her age, who was not her owner almost made the anxious teen gasp. 

"So cute," said Alicia as she brushed the anklet, sending a fresh metallic jingle into the air. She looked up at Katie, expecting a response, but her eyes were halted before they reached the seated schoolgirl's face.

Katie saw her look up, saw her stop, distracted. Her face burned as she realised what had caused the young girl's gaze to halt. She couldn't look away, frozen in place by the weight of humiliation that threatened to crush her. She saw the young girl blush  and look down, fumbling with the buckle of the ankle strap. Katie continued to search the young girl's face, pleading for understanding, but the attendant refused to look up from her task.

"How," she began, her voice catching in her throat, coming out in a ragged whisper. "How does that feel?"
"Um good," Katie responded meekly, wanting nothing more than to be back in the fitting room. She may have been naked and exposed but she was seen only by her owner. Knowing that this pretty young girl, whose only role was to sell shoes, had seen her pussy made her mind reel. She reached her hands to her side and steadied herself on the chair, afraid the dizzying sensation she was feeling would lead her to faint.

She continued to watch Alicia, her slim hands fitting the second shoe, again fumbling with the buckle. It was only as the young girl finally looked up at her, that she realised she had been able to see down her blouse, the stiff material parting as she manipulated the shoes onto Katie's feet, displaying the tender curves of her bosom. She felt her pulse quicken at the sight, the soft slope of flesh affecting her in the most predictable of ways.

"Try walking in them."

Katie stood up, her hands flying with preternatural speed to the hem of her dress, pulling it down as far as she could before taking her first step. She was allowed one adjustment only, and she was going to be sure to make the most of it. She took a few hesitant steps around the store, knowing both Lauren and the attendant were watching her.

Her calves stretched to accomodate the height of the new heels but with each step she gained in confidence. If she concentrated, it wasn't that much different, though she knew walking properly and taking a few mincing steps around a store, were not the same thing. The apprehensive schoolgirl walked one circuit around the central bank of chairs and came back to her seat, looking to her owner for approval.

"Well Kitty, how did they feel?"
"Really nice, Miss."
"Can you give us a moment?"
"Sure," the still-blushing attendant said as she scrambled to her feet.

"Let's see another turn around. You have to be sure. I won't be returning them, so if they don't fit you'll be the one who pays the price."
"Yes Miss," Katie replied in a timid squeak. She walked around the store, slow and even movements, her musical accompaniment following her like a small chiming cloud.

As she passed the counter at the back of the store, she could see the pretty girl who had fitted her shoes, chatting madly away to the two other women in the store. Katie moaned, the vocalisation of her despair barely audible. She looked quickly away as her presence was noted, unwilling to see the judgement and disgust. She was sure she heard the word 'slut' as she scurried back to her owner, but whether it was in truth or merely a shame-inspired delusion she could not tell.

"Sit. Now how were they?"
"Really nice, Miss. Only..."
"Mmmm?"
"Um Miss, in this dress, um the heels, um..."
"Spit it out Kitty," snapped Lauren, the mischievous twinkle in her eye at odds with her brusk tone.
"Um, my dress rides up, Miss. It does it anyway and that's why I pull it down, it's not from like, disrespect or anything but it just doesn't stay down and, but in these shoes it, um goes up more because, I guess I walk a bit different."
"You look so cute when you walk in those heels. We're definitely getting them. In fact, you can wear them out of the store."

"How were they?"

Katie looked up at the sudden appearance of the strange woman. She was a little older than Alicia, maybe early twenties, and she had a strange, almost bemused smirk on her face. Katie wanted desperately to look behind the counter, to see where Alicia was, but she dared not risk it. She knew what she would find, the young girl watching to see what would happen, wanting her vision verified.

"Really nice, thank you," mumbled Katie.
"What happened to Alicia?" Lauren asked. Katie stiffened at the question. She knew the answer but why couldn't Lauren leave it alone.
"Oh, she's just finishing something else off. With heels like these, I always like to make sure the fitting is perfect. It's really important when you go above a three in height, especially if you're not used to it."
"That's a shame, Kitty really liked Alicia. Didn't you Kitty?"
"Yes Miss," Katie replied, mortified at the turn the conversation had taken. Had Lauren noticed her glance down Alicia's blouse? Had her owner noticed her response?
"Well, let's just have a look at how these are fitting," the new attendant said, squatting down in front of Katie.

She fussed gently with the shoes, tested the heel and the toe, making sure the strap was not too tight. Katie felt she was generally checking the shoe for fit. Maybe her story was true. Maybe she really was the senior person in the store come to make sure the high heels would not cause her any problems. She had been so silly, suddenly ashamed at the paranoia that had caused her such stupid panic.

Katie watched her like a hawk, almost forgetting her owner stood beside her. The trepidation she felt at the woman's touch eased as she began to believe in the earnestness of her attention. The inevitable happened: a casual glance, held a little too long, a raised eyebrow, a shocked parting of the lips. She had not been wrong. That she was a slut was verified. Her pussy, covered by the flimsiest wisp of material, had been seen.

Katie looked away, her continued scrutiny no longer needed, the payoff for her diligence a bitter reward that left her breathless and off-balance. She looked to her owner for solace, wanting desperately to reach for her, to feel the soft touch of her hand. But Lauren simply smiled down upon the young girl, aloof and out of reach. If only she could let her know of her distress, she knew Lauren would comfort her. Was she destined to be discovered a slut in every store in the mall?

The revelation was almost too much for the young girl, and it was only the order from her owner to pack away her old shoes, that prevented the tiny tears of frustated humiliation to form. Lauren paid for the pretty new heels she wore, while Katie suffered under the intense weight of scrutiny from the staff. She could feel it upon her, smothering her like a thick blanket. She wanted to be out of this store, away from the scene of her humiliation, away from the sharp talk of the women, their condemnation, their labels.

But she was a slut. She knew it, Lauren approved, so why was it so hard to hear it from the mouths of strangers? Why was it so hard to have it known? They were questions Katie could not answer, her youth and naivety providing no insight into such complex emotions. She could accept a thing but not understand it, a discovery that only confused the young girl further.

"Come Kitty."

Katie followed her owner gratefully, glad of the safety provided by her obedience. Her submission came so naturally, it was something she had come to rely upon. She didn't understand why she felt this way, but it was easier to accept. It was a comforting feeling, a snug warmth that surged within her when she surrendered to her owner.

She had been right about the new heels. She was in constant danger of falling behind, but not being able to keep up with her owner was preferable to sprawling on the floor. She could imagine the way that would look, and she had no intention of anyone else bearing witness to the plump mound barely hidden beneath her dress.

Katie took no notice of their journey or their destination, focusing all her attention on walking in the high heels, trying her best to keep as close to Lauren as she could. They did not go far, and for that she was thankful. The tight stretching she felt in her calves was tempered by the knowledge that her legs would be all the more attractive for it. She had seen the models in their high heels, the way it elongated the leg. She kept thinking back to the glimpse she had in the full length mirror as she left the shoestore - the delicious way her muscles stood taut as her body accommodated the new stance she was forced to adopt.

She stopped beside Lauren, conscious of the sudden silence her stillness brought. How long would it take for her to get used to the constant ringing of the little bells? She would never be without it now, her presence always heralded by a tiny fanfare of dainty metallic jangling. She looked around and realised that Lauren had led them to the cinema.

She looked at her owner in delight. She hadn't been to the movies for ages and it was something she had dearly loved. She had no idea what was playing and didn't really care, whatever Lauren chose would satisfy. While her owner was deciding, Katie shuffled her feet, lifting first one and then the other, testing how the new high heels felt. She looked down her body and admired the way they looked, the shiny black surface of the heels, the tight buckles that wrapped around each ankle like a little collar and how the pretty silver anklet on her left foot contrasted so beautifully. She felt a flush of pride and not a little vanity at the way she looked.

"I'll get the tickets, you buy a large coke and some twizzlers. Our movie starts in 10 minutes and I don't want to miss the previews."

Katie took the money Lauren handed to her and hurried to do her owner's bidding, unable to stop smiling. She couldn't quite forget the unsettling emotions of the morning, the constant jingling of her anklet a ready reminder of the humiliation she had suffered, but her happiness at seeing a movie with Lauren shone above it all. She felt like she was on a date, a little thrill of excitement running through her body, making her belly tingle.

She hurried back to Lauren, handing back the change, her hands now dangerously full. She was trying to juggle the shopping bags, her purse and now a drink and candy as well. Lauren played absentmindedly with the small paper tickets, the only objects to occupy her hands. Katie wondered what they would see. She had spied some of the movie posters as went to the concession stand and her imagination had been fired.

"Oh popcorn, Kitty. That smell gets me every time," said Lauren looking wistfully at a couple walking past with a big tub. "Here, I'll hold your purse. You buy a medium."

Katie relinquished her purse, glad to have one less burden but wishing it could have been something other than the smallest and lightest object she had been struggling to hold. She had no place to complain, however, and headed back to the candy bar to fulfil her owner's desire.

She soon struggled back to Lauren, the cardboard box of popcorn wedged precariously between her already full hands. She had to use her bosom as a stabiliser, pressing the warm box against her firm breasts. Lauren ushered her towards their theatre with a gentle pressure in the small of her back. Katie hustled forward, doing all she could to keep the jumble of objects balanced. She could feel the warm, insistent touch of her owner and felt as if she would melt.

Katie shivered as Lauren caressed her tenderly, small, almost imperceptible movements of her fingers brushing across the tight black dress. Even as they paused for the attendant to take their tickets, Lauren maintained the contact. It was not until they were in the cinema and heading towards a row of seats that the girls were parted. Katie felt her body press backwards as Lauren's hand was removed, compelled to seek the comfort of her owner's warm touch.

"Right into the middle, Kitty," Lauren instructed, shuffling along behind the burdened schoolgirl. "One more. Sit."

Katie sank thankfully into the chair, finally able to rest her packages without the fear of spilling them everywhere. Lauren took the drink from her and the popcorn and directed her to place the bags on the seat beside her. Katie did as she was told, trying her best to ignore the niggling sensation as her dress sat higher than normal. Her white thighs were almost entirely exposed, the tight material having crept upwards as she shuffled awkwardly down the aisle.

"Your purse. Keep it close, Kitty. And get the donuts. I wants me a taste of that cinnamoney goodness," Lauren giggled.

Katie took her purse and slid it by her side, between her and Lauren's seat, not wanting it to be too far out of reach, its location constantly preying on her mind. The donuts were no longer warm, but the sweet scent of cinnamon wafted from the bag the moment she touched it.

Lauren took a donut and waved it once below her nose, savouring the heady aroma. Katie smiled as she watched her owner devour the donut in half a dozen bites. People were trickling into the theatre but as the lights went down the cinema was barely half full. They had their row almost to themselves, just the one couple a few seats down from Lauren.

The moment the lights went out, the only illumination now the flickering image on the screen, Katie sensed movement. She turned to Lauren just in time to meet her owner's fingers. Her lips parted, accepting the cinnamon coated fingers into her mouth. She slid and twirled her tongue around the slim fingers, enjoying the sensation, reveling in the chance to serve in so intimate a way. Her eyes flickered around the cinema, worried that her submission would be witnessed, glad that no one, not even her owner, could see the timid blush that coloured her cheeks.

Lauren withdrew her clean fingers and quickly proceeded to eat the second donut. Katie missed the ads as she watched the donut disappear. Her bottom lip dropped a little, as she realised she was not to be allowed any, but she quickly composed herself, her mouth opening obediently to clean her owner's fingers once more. She made sure to lick every last sweet crystal, knowing this was as close as she was to come to eating a donut that day.

"Thirsty?"
"Yes Miss," Katie whispered, adhering to the decorum of the theatre.
"Drink."

Katie leaned over to reach the cup that Lauren held just above her lap. Her mouth closed over the straw and she sipped gently, enjoying the taste of the cola. It felt as if a year had passed since she had last tasted the sweet, fizzy soda. She relished every drop. Her eyelids fluttered as she felt her owner's hand stroke her head, moving all the way down to her neck. Lauren patted her again before tugging gently on the young girl's hair.

Katie obeyed the unspoken signal and straightened up into her own seat. She felt flushed, the submissive act of drinking from her owner's lap had affected her deeply, but it was the tender stroking of her hair, of being patted like a pet, that had caused her pulse to quicken. She hadn't even thought about the other patrons of the cinema but she did so now, wondering if the humiliating act had been witnessed.

She had thought nothing of demeaning herself at her owner's command, it was only now, after the fact, that the reality of what she had done came to her. More and more she was becoming lost in the moment, only fully realising her behaviour for what it was, once it was done.

"The popcorn is here, Kitty. You may have some."
"Thank you, Miss," Katie replied, her mouth watering at the permission. She loved popcorn, especially cinema popcorn, there was something about the dried, buttery taste that just wasn't the same when you made it at home.
"One at a time Kitty, don't be a gutz. Put it back. Now take one."

Katie opened her hand above the popcorn box, letting the handful drop. She blushed at the sudden scolding, sure that the other patrons had heard her getting into trouble. She picked up one tiny piece of popcorn and popped it in her mouth just as Lauren scraped a handful from the box and crunched multiple pieces at once.

All thoughts of being on a romantic date, maybe being able to hold Lauren's hand during the movie, evaporated. The swift admonishment of her greedy behaviour had put the young girl in her place, firmly reinforcing her status as a possession. She was silly to forget that she was owned, but the fantasy of two girlfriends out to enjoy a movie had been so strong. But that is all it had been, a fantasy. They weren't girlfriends, they were owner and slave. She had no right to expect anything. She obeyed and accepted what was given and she felt like slapping herself for forgetting.

"Miss,. may I have another piece," Katie whispered as the first trailer began.
"You may, Kitty, and you may continue to do so. How?"
"One at a time, Miss," Katie replied, the chagrin she felt coming through even in the muted whisper.
"Are you sulking?"
"No Miss," the young girl replied, shocked at the accusation. She really wasn't.
"I know a perfect way to stop a slut from sulking. It starts with 'C' and ends in 'ane'. Do you know what it is, Kitty?"
"The cane, Miss."
"Good girl. Do you want to be caned?"
"No Miss, I wasn't sulking, really," Katie pleaded.
"See that you don't. Hand me the twizzlers."

Katie obeyed, feeling as if she had dodged a bullet. She hadn't been sulking, it was just that she had been disappointed, but it was in herself. Well a little in that she hadn't been allowed any donut, and now it seemed that getting her share of the popcorn would be a chore. Her share? She was doing it again. Her 'share' was whatever Lauren decided. She had to stop acting like a spoiled princess, as if she was entitled to everything.

As the trailers ended and the movie began, Katie settled back into her chair, vowing to just enjoy being here with Lauren, making sure to behave. She would enjoy it so much more if Lauren was happy and all she had to do was be a good girl. No matter what, she would.

Every now and then, she reached over to the box of popcorn wedged in beside her owner, sure to take just one and only occasionally. She wanted more, she wanted the whole box, hungry as she was, but she didn't want Lauren to call her greedy again. The accusation had hurt and she was determined not to have her owner think that way about her.

Katie heard Lauren open the twizzlers, and smelt the strong cherry flavour moments later. She swore her mouth almost watered as her brain processed the candy aroma. She hoped Lauren would allow her to have one, maybe just one bite. She didn't want to overstep herself.

She watched the movie, enjoying the story, though it was a little too action-oriented for her liking. She almost gasped out loud when she felt Lauren's hand reach for hers, a broad smile splitting her face as she held hands with her owner. This was what she had wanted and her heart surged at the closeness she felt. She closed her eyes for just a moment, indulging in the sensation that surged through her.

Katie forgot all about the popcorn, not wanting anything to break the intimate hold she had on her lover. She was content right now. At the first tentative touch, she had felt the familiar tingle of arousal between her legs and she knew that by now there was bound to be a layer of cream coating the delicate pink folds of her vagina. Even so, she wanted nothing more than this. Well, that was a lie. She would given anything to feel the soft caress of her owner's lips but she shouldn't think like that. The contented teen sighed and snuggled back into her seat, unable to rid herself of the manic cheshire smile.

"Take off your panties," Lauren whispered in Katie's ear, the warm breath sending a ripple of gooseflesh down the young girl's side.

Nooo, Katie screamed even as she relinquished her grip on her lover's hand and bent to the order given. She didn't want to do this, she really didn't, but she could not fight the compelling authority of her owner's command. She shuffled her dress up over her thighs and snaked her hands underneath, thumbs catching in the waistband of her tiny panties. She tried to do it all without lifting off the seat too much, not wanting her movements to be discerned by those around her.

As her panties slid down her legs she felt the sweaty flush of humiliation rise. She bent low and stepped out of the sheer pink g-string, her anklet tinkling as she did so. She liked to take her shoes off in the cinema, the feeling of freedom always adding something a little extra to the experience, but with her new heels and their ankle straps, she could not just kick them off, even if she had permission. Why that thought popped into prominenece as she was removing one of only two pieces of clothing she wore was bizarre even to her.

"Fold neatly, Kitty. On top of the bags."

Katie followed the order, anxious that they would be so far out of reach and so exposed to even a casual glance. They sat on top of the white shopping bag, a tiny pink mound that was sure to draw attention. There was nothing she could do, but that didn't stop the tiny voice of fear that kept whispering in her ear, taunting her with thoughts of discovery.

"Knees, up. Scoot to the edge of the seat. Heels up."

Katie stifled the moan she felt coming as Lauren's fingers brushed across her tiny clitoris, already arousal-hardened despite the humiliation that held her almost frozen. Her new heels were pressed into the seat of the chair, her knees drawn up to her chest, opening her pussy to the attention of her owner, and any possible scrutiny from the seats in front. If anyone looked around they would get an eyeful of her young sex. Even in the shadowy cinema she knew she could be seen.

As the movie rolled, Lauren manipulated the pussy of her classmate with her right hand, deft fingers slipping over the slick labia and slipping inside the wet, inviting sex of the subservient schoolgirl. With her left she continued to shovel popcorn to her mouth, as if nothing untoward was happening in the seat next to her.

Katie gripped the armrests, knuckles whitening, as she fought to remain silent. Lauren knew what she was doing, having already learnt many of the secrets of her sex. She could feel her desire deepening. Lauren's fingers slid inside her with increasing ease, her pussy assisting the intrusion by producing the thick cream that she was sure she could already smell.

Lauren ate and drank as Katie sat silent and still, her chest heaving with ragged breaths as she fought against the rising lust that was quickly conquering all other considerations. She hadn't remained completely silent, a small moan of pleasure had escaped her lips as Lauren had squeezed, the cream-slick fingers sliding smoothly across the tiny clit. Katie bit her lip to stay silent, as Lauren tried again and again, unable to grasp the object of her desire, the hard, little bud as elusive as a watermelon seed.

Katie looked with lust-filled eyes at her owner, bewildered by how she could continue to watch the movie and eat popcorn as if she wasn't also bringing her property closer and closer to orgasm. Katie did not want to come. She fought the ecstasy building between her legs, knowing she would not be able to remain quiet if she did, but simply not wanting to come here, now, even if it was her owner's wish.

The panting schoolgirl's mouth opened almost involuntarily as Lauren's fingers came close. She could definitely smell her arousal now. Moments later she tasted it as well, her tongue sliding in and around her owner's fingers, dutifully cleaning them of her cream.

"Twizzler, Kitty?"
"Yes... Miss," Katie replied breathlessly, her pussy still pulsing with her unsated arousal.
"Fuck yourself with it."

She might have known she would not have simply been permitted to eat the long candy twirl. She should have seen it coming but her mind was fuddled by the near-climax that still affected her. The young girl accepted the long red candy swirl and lowered it to her pussy. sliding it up inside her without resistance. Katie held it between thumb and forefinger, slipping almost the entire length into her vagina.

"You may take a bite. Show it to me first. Oh yes, that creamy pussy just can't help but add its own flavour. Bite and fuck. When you want to take another bite, ring your bells."

Katie lifted the now red and white candy to her mouth and bit off the end. The cherry flavour mixed with the sour musk of her cream as she chewed and then swallowed. She was already thrusting the slightly smaller stick into her pussy as she ate, just glad she wouldn't come from this. Her arousal had plateaued and she fucked herself diligently, demeaning herself but unable to stop.

After a minute of slow fucking, she wiggled her left foot, sending a shower of tiny tinkling throughout the cinema. Lauren watched the screen and munched on her popcorn as if oblivious to the anxious teenager's signal. Katie wiggled her foot again, glancing sideways at her owner, hoping for acknowledgement this time. With every soft wave of chiming she risked drawing attention to herself.

"Bite."

Katie slipped the twizzler from her pussy and hurriedly brought it to her mouth, cupping her hand beneath it to prevent her cream from dripping onto her dress. She wanted this over, afraid that her degrading actions would be seen, so she took a large bite, removing almost half the length of the cherry twist. Her hand was back at her pussy before she had chewed the soft candy more than once, not wanting to give Lauren any cause for prolonging her humiliation.

With a sigh of relief, Katie finished off the last bite, licking her fingers as she did so. For the last minute she had been pushing barely an inch of candy into her cream-filled pussy and her fingers had slipped along the slick lips of her plump mound. She worried, more than once, that she might lose her grip on the slippery shaft and tried to grip it all the more tightly, her fingernails piercing the soft candy shaft.

She relished the final taste of cherry and cream and tried to focus once more on the screen. She was hopelessly lost and the continued pulsing along her moist cleft was not letting her regain her place in the story. Her legs were still spread, knees pushed up beside her chest, exposing her sex, her parted lips leaking thick white cream in a slow ooze.

If anyone did come, there was no chance to get her panties back on and it would take precious seconds to slide her dress back down over her buttocks, bunched as it now was across her belly. Her bare buttocks rested directly on the rough material of the cinema seat and she suddenly became terrbily aware of the thin line of discharge that slid out of her pussy and crept towards her asshole with the speed of cool honey.

Katie almost jumped from her seat as Lauren rested her hand casually on the exposed flesh above her mons. At any other time, the young girl would have relished the touch but now, as she felt her warm cream ooze between her buttocks and across her tight sphincter, she dreaded what was to come. If Lauren kept her hand there, it would be fine. She enjoyed the warm touch on her smooth flesh but she knew it wouldn't last.

As if her melancholy thoughts were a self-fulfilling prophecy, Lauren's fingers walked downwards, dallying along the top of her cleft, almost indifferently. Katie snuck a glance at her owner as the tantalising fingers brushed gently back and forth across her sensitive flesh. With a slow, gradual motion, the fingers slipped lower, towards their inevitable goal.

Katie could not suppress the soft moan that escaped her as her owner's fingers found the delicate hood, toying with the tender flesh before resting on the tiny, pink button beneath. It's protection stripped away, even this gentle touch had the young schoolgirl squirming in her seat, unable to keep still despite her desperate need to avoid detection.

"Knees down, Kitty. Keep those legs open," Lauren whispered, dashing any hopes the young girl had of regaining some of her modesty. "Drink."

Katie was grateful for the small sips of cool drink she was permitted. Her face burned with a heat that she felt was unnatural. She could feel the tiny beads of sweat forming on her upper lip and was sure it was not the only place the moisture was gathering. How could she be so hot in the air-conditioned cinema? She was no stranger to the flushing heat of humiliation but this was something different. She felt as if she was burning up, radiating heat. Surely Lauren could feel it?

Katie sat for the rest of the movie, her butt pushed to the edge of her seat, legs spread baring her smooth pussy. Every now and then Lauren would slide a hand along her leg, absently tracing tiny patterns from knee to groin. Each soft caress sent a shiver of anticipation through the young girl, reminding her of the tender lovemaking of the night before, and, she hoped, heralding the pleasure of the night to come.

"Pull your dress down Kitty, butt back in the seat. Legs open, don't be naughty now."

Katie cringed at the gentle castigation, the mere idea of being thought naughty in her owner's eyes causing her distress. She was thankful for finally being allowed to cover her nudity. It was a strange feeling, to have her body covered after being exposed for so long, but it was one which comforted her as it banished many of her fears.

She couldn't help but glance sideways at the small pink panties neatly folded on the packages beside her. The next step was to slide those up her legs, providing her with her last line of protection. She wouldn't feel truly comfortable until the sheer material was once again hugging her pussy.

The movie had come to an end, the thought of what was to come making the young girl shift nervously in her seat. As the credits started to roll up the screen, people started to leave and Katie had to fight the urge to reach out and collect her panties. Her dress covered her thighs and for that, at least, she was grateful.

Katie froze in her seat as the couple in their row got up and shuffled out of the cinema. She dared a glance behind her and saw an older couple off to her left, look her way. She snapped her head forward and tried to sink into her seat, deathly afraid they would recognise her for what she was. The heady musk of her arousal had not dissipated, instead settling around her like a miasma of sexual perversion.

"Well Kitty, stand up and put your panties on, I don't think there's any little easter eggs after the credits."

Katie's stomach was twisted in knots. This was the moment she had been dreading since the credits had begun to roll. She stood up hesitantly, looking around the theatre, desperate to confirm she was alone with her owner. The fact that she was not made her freeze, staring at the last couple, almost hidden in the back corner. She flashed a glance at Lauren, who was busy checking her phone.

Katie tried to delay the moment for as long as she could, trying to keep one eye on her owner and one on the couple in the back. She pleaded for them to leave. There was no way she could get her panties up her legs and under her dress without them noticing. The action would be obvious even in the shadowy cinema. Her silhouette alone was enough to betray her actions.

Lauren looked up, wondering at the lack of activity in her girl, and Katie flew into action. She grabbed her panties and held them low, to hide their unfolding. She bent over and stepped into the tansluscent underwear, risking one last glance at the couple. They were heading out, finally something was going her way. The agitated schoolgirl slid her tiny knickers up her legs as slowly as possible, never once taking her eyes off the slowly moving couple.

The second they disappeared around the corner, she whipped her panties up her legs, pulling her dress upwards to expose her pussy once more, the only way she could properly seat the tiny garment. As she pulled her dress back down, she sensed movement at the back of the theatre.

The girl was standing in the doorway, staring right at her, mouth wide in shock. She noticed Katie's look and scurried for her seat, coming away with her bag clutched tightly to her chest. She ran from the theatre without another look in the young girl's direction.

Katie stood, unable to move. She had tried so hard to stay silent and be on her best behaviour all through the movie and she had come undone right at the very end. Her vision blurred and her chest tightened, making it difficult to breath. She leaned against the seat in front as a nauseous, lightheaded feeling threatened to unbalance her.

"Attention, Kitty. What has gotten into you?" snapped Lauren, looking up at the palefaced teen. "Well?"
"Um, sorry Miss, it's... Um, I think someone saw me putting my panties on," the flustered teen finally managed.
"Well, slut, I guess the real question we should be asking is what has come out of you. Oh, Kitty, just look what you have done to your seat."

Katie glanced apprehensively at her seat, her breath catching as she saw the mess to which her owner had alluded. She nibbled her lip as she saw the white smear contrasting against the dark material, the irregular clumps of thickened cream visible in the pale half-light of the light on the screen. Her arousal could not be denied, even now, amid the whirlwind of humiliation and degradation that had swept her up, she could feel the soft, pulsing lust, lying barely dormant inside her. She looked back at Lauren nervously, unsure what she would be made to do. She knew she would not simply be allowed to walk away.
 
“Let’s go pussywhistle.”
 
Lauren emptied her drink, slurping the final mouthfuls noisily, before heading down the aisle and out of the cinema. Katie looked back at her seat despairingly, not wanting to hope that she would be allowed to forget it, but unable to stop the seed from being planted. She grabbed her packages and scurried from the theatre, the soft music from her anklet filling the now empty room. Lauren was waiting just outside the door, thumbs flying frantically across the screen of her phone. Katie waited patiently, not wanting to interrupt, though desperate to leave. Who knew what the girl who had seen her would do? For all she knew, security might be on their way right now to arrest her for indecent exposure.
 
“Kitty, did you see the mess that you made in there?”
“Yes, Miss,” the young girl replied meekly, her apprehension clear. She could almost feel the humiliation that was building in the long pause.
“Well, you had better let the management know so they can clean it thoroughly. It is the least you can do isn’t it?”
“Yes, Miss,” Katie whispered, eyes blurring with the tiny tears that she knew to be the prelude for a flood she could not control.
“Go over to the ticket guy and tell him you made a mess on seat J12 and apologise for being a nuisance. Off you go,” Lauren ordered, patting the nervous girl gently on the bum.
 
Katie looked plaintively at her owner, but Lauren, having given her orders, had already meandered into the lobby leaving the young girl alone. She very seriously contemplated simply walking out to meet Lauren, maybe lying to her and saying she had done it or maybe even just telling her that she could not. Her hands twisted around the handles of the plastic bags she carried, her indecision causing a fresh wave of nausea that made her want to rush to the restroom.

She fought back the urge to bring up the meagre food she had been allowed and instead grit her teeth and took her first, hesitant step towards the ticket attendant. After all she had done, this was just talking to someone, just a few words. She was fully clothed, though her nipples were still prominent beneath the tight, black material of her dress. Why was this so hard? She could say what she needed to, degrade herself before a stranger, and then just walk away, never to see him again. So why did it seem as if each step closer to her inevitable humiliation was like walking through a fire.
 
He glanced around at the soft tinkling that accompanied her every step and Katie stopped so suddenly she actually stumbled forward, almost running into the bewildered attendant. The blushing schoolgirl managed to right herself in time, not wanting to think what would have happened with one more step: his strong hands reaching out to catch her, sliding across her breasts as he searched for purchase on her young body. Katie’s glistening pink lips parted in surprise, her sudden fantasy throwing her off-balance far more than had the physical stumble.
 
“Um…” Katie began quietly, her voice barely audible above the background hum of the cinema foyer.
“Can I help you?”
“Um…” Katie nibbled her lip, her cheeks burning with an intense, scalding heat. “I, um…” Fucking hell just do it. Do it. Come on, please. Please Kitty, please.
 
Katie urged herself onwards, pleading with herself to find the courage to humiliate herself. She knew it had to be done. She had been such a dumb bitch to contemplate disobeying and now she was here and her body would not co-operate. She wanted to just blurt out the words she had been ordered to say and then run off as quickly as she could, losing herself in the crowd, once again becoming just another teenage girl. But she knew, even if that were so, even if she could find a crod in which to hide, she would not be just another teenage girl.
 
“I made a mess of seat J12 in cinema three. I’m really sorry,” Katie finally blurted, the words gushing out once the dam had broken.
 
The attendant stood there as speechless as the nervous young girl had been only moments before. Katie looked around the lobby, searching for her owner, then back to the attendant, before scurrying away as fast as she could in her new heels. Her heart was pounding and she felt like a bank robber making the getaway from their latest crime. Her entire body was tense, as if waiting for the sudden keen of alarms to screech through the cinema accompanied by the sound of rushing feet closing in behind her.

Katie hurried to her owner, expecting, at any moment, to feel the firm grip of authority grasp her by the shoulder. She tried to ignore the wild bouncing of her breasts as she all but ran through the lobby. She didn’t care that she was making a scene, she just wanted to be with Lauren and leave as quickly as they could.
 
Katie was breathless by the time she reached her owner, heart hammering against her ribs, chest heaving as the unspent adrenalin coursed through her bloodstream. Her knees quivered as she stood at attention, silently begging for Lauren to lead her from the cinema. The tiny hairs on her neck rose as she felt the continued scrutiny of the ticket attendant. Her back was turned but she could see him call over another staff member and despatch them to cinema three. She could see the shocked faces turn towards her when the discovery of her sluttish discharge was communicated. She could see the security guard called over and move towards her, speaking sternly into a microphone at his lapel. Her breathing was ragged, her lungs fighting the tight restriction in her chest. She couldn’t stand it any longer, her panic had risen to a fever-pitch. If she didn’t do something soon she was going to scream, just to release the manic pressure that had built inside her.
 
“Miss, please, can we go.”
“Hey? Oh, Kitty. Did you tell them of your mess?”
“Yes Miss, can we go please.”
“They didn’t want you to clean it yourself?”
“Wha- Um, no Miss… I, I didn’t,” Katie stammered, the fear of being made to go back slamming into her like a physical force, her lip quivering in terror.
“Never mind, they pay people to clean up after grots, so why not a slut, hey? Come on pussywhistle.”
 
Katie followed her classmate out of the cinema lobby and through the mall. The journey was a daze for the schoolgirl, her thoughts focused only on trying to calm down: slow down her breathing, stop her heart pounding so painfully. Deep breath in, and out. In through the nose and out through the mouth, slowly. She remembered the lesson Lauren had given and used it to good effect. She was so preoccupied, the soft jangling of her anklet barely registered on her consciousness, nor did the slowly creeping hemline of her dress.
 
When the haze finally lifted, Katie found herself outside the mall, standing obediently beside Lauren, seated on the bench by the bus-stop. As her senses returned, so too did the sensations from her body. She still felt flushed, but she could feel the burning in her cheeks had subsided, sure that they had returned to their natural colour. Her chest ached, as if she had been gripped in the jaws of a gargantuan vice that had slowly crushed her delicate body. Her knees still trembled every now and then, a remnant of her frantic flight from the cinema. She was glad that her nipples had softened, finally, though it was a small victory for the restless teen. Thoughts of her breasts made her focus slide lower, to the very seat of her licentious affliction.
 
She could feel her damp panties below her dress and she wondered at the sight that would greet her when she was allowed to take them off. Her normal panties would absorb her secretions, soaking up her cream and other juices, but the tiny pink pair she wore were of a sheer material. She could see through them. How much moisture could they possibly take in? Where would it all go? The blood drained from her face as she imagined her cream oozing through the sheer material like yoghurt through a stocking, small beads of white discharge forming on the other side, pooling together and dripping from the sticky mound between her legs.
 
“Kitty, come and sit with me.” Katie moved automatically, her body responding as if on auto-pilot as the troubled schoolgirl’s mind wrestled with her own imagination. “What did you think of the movie?”
“Oh, um, it was ok I guess.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? You guess?”
“Well there was this whole period in the middle that is a bit of a blur,” Katie ventured, glad for the distraction of normality.
“Oh, Kitty,” Lauren said laughing, “cheeky little puss. You didn’t miss much. It was a bit of a disappointment really.”
“That’s good,” Katie said smiling at her owner’s laughter. “Well not good, I mean, good in that I would feel bad for missing a good movie but it wasn’t good so, because I missed it, then it’s not a big deal.”
“You’re so cute when you babble,” Lauren said, patting Katie’s bare thigh.
 
Her recent troubles were nearly forgotten at the gentle attention of her owner. The touch on her exposed flesh reminded her just how high her dress had risen, which in turn reminded her of what she had done in the cinema, but she did her best to hold the rushing flood of remembered humiliation at bay, basking instead in the light of Lauren’s happiness. She wanted it to always be like this. If she was good, she just knew it could be. They sat in silence for a while, Katie not knowing quite what to say to the compliment. She blushed a little, and stared at the sky, content.
 
“Let’s hope we get home before that hits,” Lauren said, breaking the comfortable silence. Katie had just seen the bank of dark clouds sliding in across the horizon and worried what would happen to her dress if she got wet. It was black so she should be ok, but it was stretched pretty tightly across her body so who could tell. “Kitty, you never said if you liked your anklet.”
“Oh yes Miss I do,” Katie rushed to answer, sensing the pout in her owner’s words. “I love it, it’s really pretty. And I love my new shoes too. My legs are a bit sore, but I know I’ll get used to it.”
“I think I ate too much popcorn,” Lauren said, rubbing her belly and giving Katie an exaggerated grimace. “It’s not the best of lunches.”
 
Lunch? Katie realised she was hungry and it had to be well past lunchtime. Was Lauren considering their movie snacks lunch? She had been allowed a twizzler, maybe ten pieces of popcorn and lick of cinnamon. Her stomach grumbled as if on cue, but the noise was lost in the rumble of the approaching bus. Was Lauren serious though? Katie knew she liked to tease her but somehow she had the feeling that this was not one of those times. She realised she would have to wait until Lauren wanted her fed, pining over it would not do any good.

The ride home was a blissful interlude for Katie. Lauren allowed her to sit by the window, not only providing her with the vista of the passing scenery but helping to shield her young body from view. When she had sat down her dress was barely hugging the underside of her buttocks and she relaxed into the seat as she was hidden by her packages and her owner's body.

Lauren held her hand the entire ride home, their fingers intertwined, and spoke excitedly of things both meaningul and mundane. Even though the constant bumping of the poor suspension kept Katie's young breasts bouncing within the meagre confines of her dress, she was able to forget the travails of the morning, as if they had happened to another. She was happy and content, safe in the presence of her lover.

She even shared a twizzler with Lauren, each girl taking their turn biting the twisted stick of candy. Katie couldn't help but think about truly sharing one with her owner, chewing playfully at one end, Lauren at the other, until they met in the middle, lips touching tenderly. She smiled at the silly fantasy, knowing it was from one of her favourite childhood movies but dearly wanting it to play out for real.

As they stepped down from the bus, Katie looked up at the bruised sky and wondered if they would make it home in time. Lauren seemed unconcerned, bouncing along gaily, chattering away to her girl. She didn't care if the walk home took the rest of the afternoon, spending the time with Lauren, as she laughed and bobbed along happily, was more than the smitten schoolgirl could ask for.

Katie smiled as she watched Lauren chase a leaf along the sidewalk, finally pouncing, landing feet together, crushing the particularly crunchy looking leaf with a satisfying crackle. The flaky brown remnants of her indulgent destruction blew away on the breeze, the sharp tang of ozone suddenly hanging in the air. Her smile broadened as Lauren looked at her, a little sheepish that her childish whimsy had been witnessed. Katie realised then that she was in love with this girl.