“Give me the bra, too,” her master ordered.
Katherine just stared at him. She couldn’t have heard him correctly.
“Do you need to be punished again?” he asked.
“I’d suggest you comply, or we’re never going to get out of here, Kitty,” Tara said. “You have beautiful tits—so young and firm—you really don’t need to wear a bra anyway.”
But almost left her lips, but Katherine knew better. If Master bent her over the desk again she wouldn’t be able to sit for a week. She reached back and unhooked her bra through her top and maneuvered it so she could slip it out through her short sleeve. Master took the lacy undergarment, folded it neatly, and placed it on his desk.
“I wasn’t planning on taking your bra, Kitty, but you need to learn to listen,” he said.
The sharp points of her nipples were plain through her top and she knew her being braless would not be a secret from anyone. Her tight, thin top was about the worst shirt she could have worn to be braless. Katherine could be careful about bending over and no one would know she wasn’t wearing panties, but everyone she saw would know she was out without her bra. Only girls who wanted to show off their breasts—tits, she needed to call them by the proper name when she was being wanton like this—went out dressed like this. And Katherine had not been raised to be that kind of girl. God, what if it she ran into someone she knew! Katherine had no idea where Tara was taking her. There were a lot of people she could run into at the mall. Katherine was apprehensive about their little shopping trip now, but she couldn't just run home. She knew there was no choice but to tough it out.
"We should get going," Tara said.
Their first stop was indeed the mall and Katherine was careful when she climbed down from the high SUV. There was nothing she could do about her top, but she could try to hide her lack of panties. As she walked, she felt the perky bounce of her tits and felt that her nipples had only grown harder from being so exposed.
They had lunch at the food court first, where Tara chose a small, round table on the end that gave Katherine nowhere to hide. Katherine's long, tanned legs looked fabulous, but she was constantly tugging her skirt down. She usually only wore this skirt in the winter—with black tights under it—so she really couldn’t be exposed. A table full of teen aged boys kept glancing their way and they looked like they couldn’t decide whether to stare at her tits or look up her skirt. They were probably wondering what color panties she wore, she thought ruefully. Katherine did her best to ignore them, but couldn't help looking their way every time she shifted in the uncomfortable chair and felt the little skirt ride higher.
"Is something the matter?" Tara asked with a smirk.
"No, nothing," Katherine lied. Tara clearly enjoyed her discomfort.
"I know these seats aren't very comfortable. Maybe you'd be more comfortable with your legs crossed."
"It's okay. I'm good." Katherine sipped her soda and her eyes darted to the guys at the other table once again. There were three of them and they were whispering and giggling to each other as they openly ogled her.
"Really, I think you should."
Tara was not asking, Katherine realized, and since her master sent her out with his wife, she assumed she was to follow Tara's instructions as if they were his. She forced herself not to look at the boys as she pushed her chair back and crossed her legs. The skirt rode up her thighs and she felt a cool breeze on her hot pussy. She was still damp from her earlier encounter with her master. If only he had let her come! Katherine was bright red, while Tara looked very pleased with herself. While angry with Tara for making her expose herself like that, she also felt a thrill at flashing those boys. She couldn't quite explain the feeling as she had never been the type to get off on showing off her body. But then she remembered how hot the sex was in the backseat of that car outside of the club—where anyone walking past could see her. The Gardners taught Katherine something new about herself every day she spend with them.
The boys stayed at their table until Katherine and Tara finished lunch and since they'd already seen her charms, Katherine threw caution to the wind stood up without a care about her skirt. Her legs spread, giving anyone who cared a perfect view of her red cunt, she turned her ass to the guys when she bent forward to fix her skirt, figuring they could almost see the bottoms of her cheeks. Tara took her by the arm and said, "Now let's have some real fun and spend Patrick's money."
Tara took her to some of the stores she usually shopped in with friends, like Forever 21 and Charlotte Russe. They had some things Katherine liked, but really she was more of a Gap or Delia's kind of girl. She saw some things she liked, but Tara was selecting the things she would be trying on, as she knew what her husband would like. Katherine couldn't believe the outfits Tara chose for her. The tops were all low cut and revealing and she had to assume her master liked halters since that was mostly what Tara selected for her, along with some tube tops and fitted blouses that clung tightly to her chest. Tara also selected several skirts to go with the tops, and of course none of them reached lower than mid-thigh. As she tried on each outfit, Katherine had to parade out and model for Tara, who adjusted some of the outfits and then gave them the thumbs up or thumbs down. Katherine wasn’t even comfortable wearing the outfits in the store for a few moments, so she couldn't imagine wearing the out in public, but Tara purchased the outfits she approved, regardless of Katherine’s comfort.
Katherine carried the bags and followed Tara into an upscale department store. The only time she had been there before was shopping for prom dresses with her mother. She couldn't imagine what they would be shopping for there, but Tara led her to a section of evening gowns, explaining, "You will need something appropriate if Patrick wants to take you somewhere nice. It's important for you to look sexy on his arm."
"Is this how you dress when he takes you out?"
"Sometimes. It depends on where we're going. I'm not going to wear something inappropriate to a church function, or one of Patrick's business dinners—unless he needs to really impress a client. I am sure they will find you rather impressive as well."
"Do you really think so? Thanks."
"You are a beautiful young woman, Kitty, and some of their tastes run toward younger women. Now look at this. You would look phenomenal in this."
It was a metallic green cocktail dress with a low-cut halter and came to a couple inches above the knee. It was longer than the skirts Tara had chosen for her, but it also had a slit on the left side that would leave her exposed almost to the ass. It was a very sexy dress, but Katherine couldn't imagine herself in it. She dutifully trailed behind Tara with the dress and a couple others and went on to the nearby lingerie section. Katherine liked frilly, girly things, but she had never bought anything like the underwear Tara picked out for her. She also couldn't believe the prices. Five hundred dollars for a bra and panty set!
Katherine was surprised when Tara followed her right into the changing booth. She waited outside to see the outfits in the other stores. There was no attendant on duty and Tara chose a changing booth at the end of the long hallway, at least three doors down from the nearest occupied booth. Tara sat on the narrow bench while Katherine stripped out of her clothes—which was quick as she was only wearing the little skirt and tight top. There was no self-consciousness at being nude in front of Tara—not anymore. Tara handed her the green cocktail dress first. Katherine scooped her breasts into the top and found that when zipped the dress fit like a second skin. With the halter snapped behind her neck it pulled her breasts up, not just supporting them, but presenting them. The dress didn’t need a bra anyway. She posed in the mirror and felt so sexy and grown up in the dress.
"You look amazing, honey," Tara said, standing behind her and putting her hands on Katherine's hips to turn her this way and that. She slid her hands up to Katherine's breasts, cupping and squeezing them. "Patrick is absolutely going to love you in this."
Katherine froze when her master’s wife started groping her
. She experienced that weird mix of fear and desire that she’d felt when Tara touched her that first night in the playroom. Letting another woman touch her like that—arouse her—flew in the face of everything she’d been taught was normal. But then, Katherine was already far past normal, wasn’t she? Tara massaged her tits and her lips were right by her ear, giving Katherine chills.
"You are so sexy. You'd be the hottest girl in any room you walked into," Tara whispered in her ear.
"Thank you," Katherine whispered shakily. The urge to flee warred inside her with the newly developed desire to submit.
Tara unzipped the side of the dress and pushed a hand inside, cupping Katherine's bare breast. She caught her nipple between her fingers and Katherine barely bit back a moan. She wanted to stop Tara, to move her hand away, but as Tara was her master's wife she felt she had to give Tara free rein. Katherine did not know what he would do if Tara reported back that she was uncooperative. She knew it was only rationalization, but she went with it. Her already wet pussy tightened and she wished her master was there in the changing booth with them. Tara brushed her ponytail aside and unsnapped the halter and peeled it past her breasts. It was unreal to watch Tara's slender hand, with its red manicured nails massaging her tit and teasing her nipple. Katherine closed her eyes so she could concentrate on how good the touch felt and not who was doing it.
"You should try on the other things," Tara said, and softly kissed the side of her neck.
Katherine caught her breath and stripped back down again, suddenly aware of Tara watching her body. Although her back was to the other woman, she was well-aware of Tara watching in the mirror and fought the urge to cover her breasts with her arm. She did not like what she was feeling. Instead, she just quickly slipped into another dress.
Tara kept her hands to herself while Katherine tried on the other dresses which was a relief. She was ready to get dressed when Tara demanded she try on the lingerie too. Katherine slipped on the expensive bra, which was a fiery red balconette with wide set straps that made her breasts look like they were going to burst forth. Katherine loved the way she looked it in and even though the expensive silk felt like a breeze against her skin, she still could not believe it cost so much money. There was barely anything to it! When Tara insisted she try on the matching panties she resisted, mostly because she was so wet, but Tara said it was okay since they would be buying the panties anyway.
In the bra and panty set, Katherine posed in front of the mirror. She felt so sexy—like a model—and couldn't wait for her master to see her in the lingerie. She was going to get changed back into her clothes when Tara turned her with her hands on her sides.
"Do I look sexy enough for our Master?" Katherine asked.
"Too sexy to pass up, Kitty."
Tara kissed Katherine's tanned belly and reached up to massage her tits through the bra. Katherine's stiff nipples were easy to find through the thin silk and Tara lightly pinched and twisted them. Katherine moaned involuntarily. The caress felt too good to resist—even if it was another woman touching her. Master left her so horny earlier that she had little resistance left. Tara was kissing her way lower while pulling the bra straps to the side so Katherine's breasts spilled out. Katherine was melting into a puddle of unbridled lust and did everything she could to forget it was another woman doing this to her, but she couldn't. She was deeply ashamed for giving in so easily and used that to try and fight her growing need.
"Tara, please, I shouldn't be doing this," Katherine pleaded.
"Doesn't it feel good?" Tara asked, kissing her through the panties, which sent tremors through Katherine.
"Mmm, yes, but that's not the point."
"That's exactly the point, Kitty. Stop resisting what you truly want."
Katherine valiantly tried to hold back for a few moments more, but she just couldn't resist. Wrong or not, she wanted it. She wanted so badly for Tara to make her climax. She rolled the panties down her hips and opened her legs for Tara.
"That's more like it, Kitty. Spread yourself for me. God, you smell so good I can't wait to taste you."
Katherine wished she would talk less and just get to it. Tara was kissing her thighs and coming closer and closer to her pussy, but she took her time getting there and Katherine wanted to scream in frustration. She leaned back against the mirror mounted on the wall and its cool surface gave her the chills. Tara leaned forward to follow her and finally dove in, thrusting her tongue deep inside Katherine while sucking. It created a great suction and thrusting. Katherine bit her lip and stared up at the ceiling. Her soft, quiet moans seemed so loud in the little changing booth that Katherine fought hard to stay completely silent. She was good at it at home—when she masturbated while her parents were in the house—but her master unlocked something in her last time he played with her and she couldn't control herself the way she had in the past. Tara moved up to her clit and lashed it with her tongue. Katherine's moans turned to cries and she just couldn't contain herself any longer. Katherine grabbed her own tits and pinched her nipples roughly. The soft lips on her pussy and smooth cheeks against her thighs were so different from a man going down on her and Katherine really loved it. The way Tara went after her clit, both delicately and aggressively, was so different then when her master just took charge of her body. There was a different hunger and desire she felt from Tara than she felt from a man.
Katherine's cries grew louder and louder until she tensed up and squealed as her long overdue climax rocked her. Tara kept lapping at her pussy, slurping away until she was licking Katherine clean. The younger woman was even building to a second orgasm when Tara lifted her face from between Katherine's thighs and licked her sticky lips.
"Now wasn't that good?"
"God, yeah. Thank you, Tara. It was so good."
Tara stood up and kissed Katherine aggressively. Katherine had no choice but to open her lips and accept the kiss. She could taste herself on Tara—something she'd never done before. The taste of pussy was strong, but not unpleasant and Katherine wondered if she would be able to reciprocate when Tara asked. Even if she didn't expect her to at this moment, Katherine was sure at some point her master would order her to please his wife.
Tara was wearing a patterned wrap dress in shades of blue. The dress was sexy, but dignified and just met the tops of Tara's knee-high, spike-heeled black leather boots. Tara untied the knot at her waist and peeled the dress back to reveal a sheer black bra, which pushed up her big tits, and a matching thong. She pressed her nearly naked body to Katherine while they kissed, and rubbed her cunt against Katherine's. Katherine was shocked by how much she enjoyed kissing Tara and she eagerly molded her body to the older woman’s.
Katherine let Tara guide her hands to her tits. She groped the soft, quivering mounds and felt Tara’s nipples press into her palms through the sheer bra. She'd never thought about it before, but there was something sensual about the curve of a woman's breast. She felt the smooth metal of the barbell through Tara's nipple and gave it a gentle tug, remembering how her master played with his wife's piercings.
"Yess, Kitty, pull it harder. I like it to hurt."
Katherine did not quite understand that, even though she did love being spanked. She just couldn't imagine that sharp pain in her sensitive nipples. Those clamps her master put on her were almost too much for her. She pulled on Tara's barbell and the blond whimpered, "Yesss, Kitty. Harder!" Katherine did as she was told and bit the side of Tara's neck, just the way she liked it herself. Tara dug nails into Katherine's arm and grabbed her other hand.
Tara pressed Katherine's hand between her legs and then pulled her panties out of the way. Katherine's fingers slipped all over Tara's wet pussy before she could slip her fingers inside. Three fingers were a tight fit, but Tara was so soaked that they slid in and out of her easily. Katherine fingered the blonde because she wasn't sure of what else she should do. Fortunately, that seemed to be just what Tara wanted. She slammed her pussy up and down on Katherine's outstretched finger
s with a sucking sound and cries that were far too loud for such a public place. Katherine was bright red and afraid they were going to get caught. While she was excited by the risk when Tara played with her, Katherine was mortified by the idea when she was seemingly the aggressor.
"Oh fuck Kitty!" Tara cried, clenching tightly around Katherine's fingers. Tara clung to Katherine as if she would fall over if she didn't and rode out her strong orgasm.
"Is everything all right?" It was a saleswoman knocking on the door to the changing booth.
"Yes, it's all fine. My sister and I are just trying on some outfits," Tara said, out of breath.
"Well, just let me know if you need any help. I'll be just outside," was the saleswoman's suspicious reply.
"Oh my God. How are we going to walk out of here?" Katherine asked.
"With our heads held high. We're not going to let some little sales twit intimidate us, are we?"
"I guess not."
"No, we're not. Not with the kind of money we're spending here today. Let's get dressed and get out of here."
Katherine did not look up from the floor once, even as the saleswoman followed them to the register and rung them up, but could still feel judgmental eyes burning into her. The saleswoman had a bad attitude, but Tara put her in her place, speaking with a cool aristocratic air and demanding the woman handle their expensive purchases with care. Seeing the woman put in her place made Katherine feel much better and both women were laughing as they made their way back to the car. Katherine barely thought about how the men they passed on the way stared at her bouncing tits. Being braless and pantyless in public didn’t seem like such a big deal anymore.
"Sisters, really?" Katherine asked.
"Are you saying I'm too old?" Tara shot back with mock offense.
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