I get exposed by Alice on a shopping spree, and learn my real purpose is to be Kevin’s sex slave.
Angie got a bit ahead of the story, so let me start back from where Kevin and Alice began exposing my body to other people and the girls more and more. Shortly after Alice found out that Kevin was showing me off, she took me on a massive shopping spree. Alice has a lot more money than Kevin and I and she paid for everything. It’s crazy how much some of the tiniest and flimsiest clothes can cost.
The first place she took me was the UTC mall. It’s pretty high end and always full of people. There was a small boutique with a young african american girl at the counter and a bunch of teenage girls shopping for clothes. The clothes were trash quality and slutty as fuck but with high prices. She took me back to the changing rooms and said “just get naked and wait here.” I took off all my clothes and got down to just these tiny little undies that Alice had picked out for me before we left. They covered the top half of my pussy lips, but not the bottom half where they just turned into a string that continued around and up my ass crack, leaving nothing covered at all on the back side. In addition they were nearly see through, so even the parts that were covered were quite visible.
While I was getting undressed I heard Alice in the other room in a really loud voice say “Hey, anyone in here who wants me to help my best friend pick out some sexy clothes for her boyfriend gets a $100 gift certificate.” The voices were hard to make out in detail after that, but she seemed to have gathered quite a crowd.
When the door finally opened, Alice had a bunch of gift certificates in her hand and there was a group of maybe six or seven girls aged 10 to 19 looking at me standing there nearly naked. “What size are you?” Alice asked. I told her my best guess and the girls went out to the racks looking for stuff. Alice called over to the girl at the counter “is it ok if we just keep this open so she doesn’t have to keep opening and closing the curtain all the time?”
The counter girl said “I don’t see why not.”
The girls started coming back right away and if it looked like something would fit at all Alice would have me try it on. She’d have me turn around and pose and ask whatever girl was there what she thought. When she found one she liked she kept it and if she didn’t like it she told the girl to go put it back. Sometimes she would give a girl one of the $100 gift cards and tell her she found enough but if she finds more she can get another. Did I mention that Alice is loaded, Yes. Loaded.
A couple of times she told me to step out and shouted to everyone one, “what do you guys think I can’t decide on this one?” When I wasn’t actually in the changing room people outside the boutique looking in could actually see me through the large glass windows in front and I saw several people notice me standing half naked trying on just a top or just a skirt.
Now, all this may sound pretty minor to you. I’m sure professional models do this kind of thing all the time, but I was mostly naked most of the time and having all those people seeing me made me wet as fuck. A fact that one girl definitely noticed. She was maybe 14 and a bit overweight with way too much makeup, but every time she came over she brought a top and proceeded to stare at my cunt. Alice would pose me different ways, often telling me to spin around and spread my legs. At one point she whispered to the girl “She has a sex pussy doesn’t she?” The girl nodded and blushed and went looking for something else. She was all of 13 and was hot as hell for me and that just made me wetter. At one point, I was so wet that Alice had to step partially in with me and wipe the outside of my pussy, cleaning her fingers in her mouth and giving me a little smile with raised eyebrows before stepping back out.
When she was done she told the girls we had enough and gave away the last of her gift certificates. Which led to some moans of complaint. She picked one very sheer white top and a black micro-skirt and took them over to the checkout and had the clerk ring them up and cut off the tags. She came back and told me to put those on. My erect nipples showed right through that top, it was clearly meant to be worn with a bra, but I put it on braless. She then had the clerk ring up the rest.
After we had paid the clerk said “You have a very lucky boyfriend.”
Alice said “yes she does,” then gave the clerk a careful and assessing look top to bottom. She reached into her purse and got out a pen and wrote on the back of one of the clipped off tags. “That’s my number. If you want to have some fun with us, give me a call.” I saw the girl put the tag in her purse as we walked out.
That was my first time just walking around in a mall dressed as a full out slut. My tits were clearly visible through the fabric and even without bending over the bottom of my tiny little ass was exposed. If I let my legs drift apart on an escalator (which Alice told me to do) anyone at the bottom could look up and clearly see my barely anything undies.
If a 20 year old walks around like that it’s kind of cute, but I was almost 36 and I was wearing skanky clothes that were meant for someone much younger. I was in shape and I am legitimately a MILF, but I stood out which meant even more people staring at my ass, tits and pussy.
Before we left the mall she also bought me some high end extremely showy cocktail dresses at Macy’s, and she made me spread my legs at the outside dining near the food courts as I ate a corn dog of all things, but mostly that was it for the UTC mall.
When I got back in her car, I thought she would take me back home, but that is not what happened. She took me out to a store with a sign that read “Barnett Avenue Adult SuperStore”. I had literally never been into a place like that in my life. Not a strip club or adult bookstore or anything. Kevin hadn’t even bought us any sex toys, it just wasn’t a part of our sex life.
She paraded me through the store and bought so much. Spanking paddles and a riding crop. A sex swing. Too many dildos and anal plugs to count. She bought me sexy shoes. She bought me ball gags and handcuffs and soft coffs and sport sheets and things I didn’t have a name for. When she was wondering if something might fit she just pulled up my shirt and asked random men if they thought something would look good on those tits. The answer was always yes. She pulled up my skirt and had me bend over and asked some fat guy in his 50s if he thought those anal plugs would fit in an ass this small. He said yes. She showed me off quite thoroughly though she swatted away hands when they tried to grab. She had me make three trips to bring it all to the car when we were done and only then did she take me home.
It was a Saturday and the girls were in their room so they didn’t see me yet when we came in. When we dumped the stuff in my room she turned to me and said. “Take the girls out to the park and watch Laticia’s soccer game then bring them all back here.”
I paused and then said “I can’t do that. I know all those moms and I can’t let them see me this way.” I was quiet, almost pleading as I said it, but Alice looked at me with concern.
“Do you like being a sex slave Darla?”
“Yes, I love it. These last few months have felt so freeing, so amazing.”
“What does a sex slave do when her mistress or master tells her what to do?”
“She does what she is told.”
“Does it matter if it’s embarrassing or painful or even illegal?”
I thought about it and knew what she was saying and even what she was implying might happen in the future. “No it doesn’t matter”
“That’s right, it doesn’t matter. You do as we tell you. Kevin would absolutely have you do this if he was here right now and not out working on a goddamn Saturday to provide for his family, don’t you think?”
“Yes he would.”
“So now is your choice. Make it now and make it for good. Are you Kevin’s sex slave or are you his wife?”
I was in tears. They streamed down my face as I sobbed and thought about it. But I knew my purpose. I knew I could not go back. “I’m his sex slave.”
She bent me over the bed and went and grabbed one of the paddles she had just bought from the sex store. She spanked me hard and it was the hardest I had ever been spanked. I kept crying as she spanked me again and again. I didn’t cry because of the pain. I cried because I knew I had found my purpose.
She stopped spanking me and used her command voice. “Now go get the girls and stop being a scared bitch.”
I don’t even remember the trip. I don’t remember how the girls reacted seeing me in my new clothes or if Laticia said anything. I don’t remember if any of the dads leered at me or if the moms gave me dirty looks. I was so caught up in realizing that I was not Kevin’s wife any more I was something else, something better. I was his sex slave.
When we got home Alice took the girls out for dinner and a movie while I waited for Kevin to get home. When he got home he saw me in my new outfit. “Well Alice was right, she really did turn you into a slut for me. She also texted to tell me to ask you about the big change. What is the big change honey?”
I looked in his eye and told him: “I’m not your wife any more. I’m your sex slave and that is so much better.”
He looked thoughtful when I said it. “Well, I guess that’s true. You are still a mom for the girls, but to me you are even better as a sex slave than as a wife. But I want you to be sure, because a wife and a sex slave are two very different things. If you are my sex slave there is no going back. No changing your mind. A slave doesn’t get to decide she isn’t a slave any more. She doesn’t get to make any rules at all, she just gets used as her owner sees fit. So let me ask you. What are you?”
I breathed deeply and looked him in the eye. “I am your sex slave.”
He slapped me across the face. “What are you? I don’t want any uncertainty.”
“I’m your sex slave,” I said firmly, and this time he knew I meant it.
He took me by the hand and led me to our bedroom and told me to undress. The bags were all over the place, but on the bed was a paddle. After I was fully naked, He bent me over the bed and tucked me under his arm, using his left hand he inserted three fingers into my dripping bare cunt, with his right he grabbed the paddle. My ass was already bruised from Alice but he brought the paddle down hard with a smack.
“If I tell you to clean the house naked in front of our daughters and Laticia what will you do?”
“I’ll do it.”
He brought the paddle down with a smack. “If I bring a man over and tell you to fuck him, what will you do?”
“I’ll fuck him”
He gave me another hard smack, while continuing to push and pull with the fingers of his left hand raping my cunt roughly. “If I tell you to masturbate naked on the beach while people walk by what will you do?”
I started cumming hard and stammered the next part out as my ass and pussy clenched. “I will masturbate on the beach.”
Another smack. “Why will you do these things?”
“I was quivering and shaking as I came harder and piss started to flow down my leg as tears and snot streamed down my face. “Because I’m your sex slave.”
He stood me up and kissed me. “I believe you now. Clean up this mess slave.”
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