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After a rather late lunch we went for a drive. I started to pull on jeans but Michael said, "No, don't wear those. I want you to wear this." He brought out a red silk skirt and matching blouse from his large walk-in closet. The outfit was very pretty, very feminine.

"Wow," I admired. "Where'd you get that?"

"I bought it, just for you. I thought this would look nice with your fair skin and blue eyes. Try it on. No bra. No panties."

I did, slipping the soft, silky garments on - they fit perfectly, the full skirt coming to mid-calf, the blouse molding to my breasts as I buttoned it up. "Stop there. Leave the top three buttons open."

I obeyed, aware that at least half of my breasts were revealed in the red silk. I wondered if he'd allow me a jacket but I didn't ask. He would take care of me. I was still wearing the thick, black leather collar he'd placed on my throat before my first whipping.

I ran my fingers through my short hair, aware I looked a little slutty. He completed the outfit by bringing out a pair of soft, red leather shoes with very high heels. He really has quite an eye for style and these too fit perfectly. I wasn't used to walking in such high heels and when I mentioned this he said, "Well, get used to it."

He led me out the front door to his Lexus, holding the passenger door open for me. Though summer was beginning, it was a little cool now that the sun had set. As I started to smooth my skirt down beneath my legs, Michael said, "Lift the skirt. Ass on the leather."

As I hesitated a fraction of a second, I saw the dangerous gleam in his eye and I quickly obeyed. The leather felt cool against my flesh, still tender from the crop. I shifted a little, keenly aware of my shaven sex. He made me more aware as he drove down his long driveway, casually dropping his hand between my legs and cupping my naked pussy, pressing two hard fingers inside.

I couldn't suppress the groan of pleasure. I was wet, of course, instantly aroused at his touch. I licked my lips, staring out the window at the darkening night as he finger-fucked me with one hand, his other hand on the steering wheel.

"We're going to the store."

I startled. I had thought we were just going out for a nice drive in the country. The store? Dressed like this? I didn't speak but I suppose the question was on my face because he added, "You don't have any objection to going out like this, do you, darling? That is, if it's what I want?"

"No, sir," I whispered, though my gut clenched with nerves. What would people think of me at the store, with my nipples clearly outlined in silk, my blouse half-open, my bare legs ending in red leather heels?

"It's a pet store. A huge discount store in town that I think will have just what we're looking for."

"A pet store!" I blurted out. "What're we looking for?"

"You'll see, my pet. You'll see. Patience is a virtue I can see we'll need to cultivate in you." Laughing softly, he twisted his fingers still buried inside my sex. I squirmed and moaned, my head falling back.

He drew his fingers from the hot folds and rubbed on my clit, making me cry out, so close to orgasm I could feel the heat rising in my veins like a fire. "Don't come, babe. Patience, remember. You'll come if and when I tell you. Not before."

I took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to control the orgasm he was purposefully wresting from me. As his fingers probed and teased, I tried to stem the pleasure, surreptitiously shifting my body away. His hand followed and I could see his profile, the smile cruel, his eyes hooded.

"Please," I gasped.

"Please what?"

"Please, sir, I don't know. I'm going to - " I started to shiver, my body losing the fight against his perfect fingers.

"Don't you dare," he ordered, still moving his hand across my sopping, spread cunt.

"Oh, God," I moaned. I couldn't help it. I was trying to think of something else, to shift away, but it was no use. I wanted to obey the command but it felt so good, so dead-on perfect. Giving in, I let my body go, writhing and jerking in my seat, crying out his name, knowing even as I orgasmed I would pay for it later.

Michael kept driving, watching from the corner of his eye as I lost control, shivering and moaning and finally stilling, pressing my thighs together when he withdrew his damp, sex-soaked fingers.

He didn't say a word. Again he didn't remind me I had expressly disobeyed his command not to come. He didn't mention any punishment that would be exacted as a result. He just continued to drive, an enigmatic smile playing on his lips.

I started to return to some semblance of normalcy, sitting up and checking my hair and face in the lighted mirror on the visor. I looked like a woman who had just been fucked, my face flushed, my eyes bright. I flipped the mirror shut and dared a glance at Michael.

We were in town now and he pulled into a large parking lot filled with cars. "Here we are," he said, still not addressing the stolen orgasm he'd pulled from me.

We were indeed at a pet store, its huge windows displaying a variety of pet supplies and sale signs. With a nod from Michael, I quickly slipped my skirt down over my naked sex, relieved to be decent again. We entered, he opening the door for me and following just behind, his hand protectively on my shoulder.

Heads turned as we walked toward the back of the store. I was certainly the only one dressed in red silk and stiletto heels. Most of the folks were in T-shirts and jeans, some with dogs on leashes. One large dog, a Great Dane, pulled toward me and his owner allowed it.

The big, beefy man, his face ruddy, let the dog come right up to me, sniffing boldly at my crotch. I pulled back, leaning into Michael, who grinned at the man and said, "Your dog has good taste."

"Jesus, man," the guy answered, grinning back conspiratorially. "He sure does!"

I blushed, humiliated as Michael put his arm around my shoulder and led me away from the man and his dog. He took me to a row of large animal cages, some easily large enough to accommodate a human being.

I said as much. Michael smiled at me. "Exactly."

I digested this a moment, his meaning dawning. "No way."

"Excuse me?" His voice was very polite, but his eyes glinted with that same dangerous look I'd seen earlier.

I swallowed, realizing the boldness of my refusal. Hadn't I promised just hours before to bend to his will in all things? Was I balking at the first thing that didn't fit just exactly into my own well-worn fantasies?

"Nothing. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."

"No, you weren't. Now let's focus here." He strolled down the aisle, looking at various cages, stopping when he got to the largest dog cages. They were quite expensive, some of them over three hundred dollars, but Michael didn't seem concerned about price.

He kept looking at the cages and then looking at me. I stood there, knowing he was buying a cage for me! Was this to be a punishment cage? Would he put me in it that night when we got home for coming when he said I mustn't?