The mall was packed as always. Taking Mari by the hand I pulled her to the benches in the walk area. "Do you know what Friday is?" I asked.
"Ain't that Masters birthday?" replied Mari.
"Yep, it sure is, and we need to get him something for his birthday."
"Do you think they will take good looks in exchange for merchandise?" teased Mari. "You know we don't have any money. We both surrendered it all to Master the day we arrived."
"Well, I was thinking. You kinda had the right idea, swapping looks for merchandise. First. let's see what we can find that we can agree on for a gift" I stated.
Shop after shop we searched. Everything from silk shorts which were silly seeing as Master never wore undies, all the way to fishing tackle. That's when it hit me, "How about a book cover or one of those cute wooden cases you put books in, you know, the ones that hold one special book? He loves to read. Maybe for that book he keeps on the coffee table and peeks at all the time?"
Mari smiled, "You know, pet, sometimes you're not so dumb!"
The book store was almost vacant, seems most folks these days don't spend much time feeding their minds. The man at the register was short, chunky and somewhat bald with a gentle smile on his face. Mari smiled and waved as we passed by him, making our rounds, checking out the merchandise. Finally we saw it, it was cherry wood, with gold inlay which read, "Treasured Possession." Flipping over the tag, Mari gasped, "Thirty-five bucks for that!"
Taking the box in hand we approached the cashier. I laid it upon the counter and smiled. "We would like this, but we don't have any money Sir."
The cashier hiked his brows, "Excuse me?"
"We would like to barter for it, Sir. Now, I know that the actual cost on this item for you is no more than most likely seventeen bucks. So here is what I propose, Mari and I will give you a little show in exchange for the box and an additional fifteen dollars. It will be a cold day in hell before you can get another offer like that, wouldn't you say?" I announced in a whisper.
"Hmmmm, sounds like a fair deal to me. Please follow me to the back of the store, ladies."
Mari grabbed my hand, "You know we can't do this. Master will be royally pissed!"
"Now wait a moment, Mari. Master said we couldn't submit to another. He never said we couldn't be exhibitionists. Besides, its for a good cause. The only standing rule is we can't cum without permission. There is a difference in playing and PLAYING. Touching is one thing, playing is another."
Taking the box in hand we went to the back of the store, as I became face to face with the cashier. I smiled, "A receipt for the gift and the cash first, please!"
With the speed of light, the clerk rushed off, moments later a receipt showing paid in full and fifteen dollars was in my hand. He was even nice enough to bring a bag for our gift. Sticking the money inside my jeans pocket, I motioned to a chair in the corner. "Please sit there. Now here are the rules. You are not to touch us at any time, nor will we touch you. You can watch, touch yourself or what ever, but that is the limit!" I said as Mari shook her head in disbelief.
The click of the doors locking echoed in the small and sparsely decorated room. The cashier quickly took his place and waited. Slowly, we began to teasingly let one button after the other ease open to reveal the lacy white bras we wore. Amazingly, the bras weren't what seem to have caught his eye. It was our collars that seemed to have hypnotized him.
"Are you girls owned?" he asked excitedly.
"Yes we are, why?" I replied with hiked brows.
"Put back on your clothes, now!" he said with the demanding tone of one who had much practice at being in charge.
Mari looked at me and I, in turn, looked at her in surprise. Seems the tables had been turned on us. "Look a deal is a deal, Sir!" I said sternly.
"Watch that tone of voice, young lady, and do as you were told!" My eyes widened. Boy, did that sound familiar. Buttoning up our shirts, we waited. A knot the size of my fist seem to be in my throat and from the expression on Mari's face, she was feeling the same.
Reaching into his pocket, he removed his wallet and produced a picture of a female about our age, around her neck was also a collar. "This is MY little one. Now, I suspect that if your Master knew what you had just almost done he would not be pleased and two young ladies would be in deep trouble, am I correct?"
Mari and I looked down at the floor feeling ashamed and embarrassed that of all the people in the world, we had to pick a store run by another Master.
"Yes, Sir, but there is a good reason for what we did, Sir," said Mari who was almost in tears.
"I'm waiting young ladies?"
"Sir, it is Master's birthday Friday, and we wanted to get him a gift without asking for the money from him. You see, we own nothing but what he gives us and this was our way of getting him a birthday gift," Mari stuttered.
"I see," replied the cashier, reaching into his pocket he pulled out a pen and pad, "Your Master's name and phone number!"
Swallowing down the knot in my throat, looking over at Mari and frowning I turned my attention back to the cashier we now knew as Sir. "Our Master is Sir L, phone is 555-1542. Are you gonna tell on us, Sir?"
"Take your things and be gone now. I have some thinking to do," replied the cashier.
by Misty Angel77
© Copyright 1997