By Kinkabella
Archived Here With Her Kind Permission

Part 36 - Price Check Aisle 802120

The trek to Walgreen was long and arduous. The first few hundred yards was along the tree-lined, relatively people-free suburban streets but most of it was alongside a busy road. Many cars driving past tooted their horns at us and some even slowed to a crawl beside us; the driver and passengers all hanging out the window to make crude comments and call us "sluts" or worse. One man even stopped his car and got out. He had his cock out of his pants and he danced around waving it and challenging us to stop and suck it for him. I put my head down and walked as quickly as the searing pain on my pussy lips would allow. The man thought it was all incredibly funny, and for a while he followed along behind Tracey; his hands on her hips like we were a freakish Conga line, and he simulated ass fucking her we walked.

Once we finally got to the mall, and walked the gauntlet of gawking, amused onlookers, I tried to convey the message to Belinda that we had arrived and that I needed to see the shopping list. I might have been thankful for the assistance we received from a Customer Service manager who approached us, except for the fact I recognized him as a guy I had dated many years ago, before I got married.

"Well, well, well!" he grinned at me. "I'll be damned! If it isn't Ingrid Moore."

Bernard Turner addressed me by my maiden name. My face blushed hotly. There was nowhere to run; nowhere to hide.

"Who's that?" Belinda's voice asked behind me.

I mumbled for a moment, hoping for a miracle that my high-pitched sounds might be intelligible. Bernard ogled me from head to toe and then walked around eying the two girls chained behind me.

He asked whose slaves we were, and Belinda answered, "Mike West's"

"Oh."

It was impossible for me to tell whether Bernard's "oh" meant this was a good thing, or a bad thing, but he clearly was well acquainted with Mr. West.

"He sent you here with a list, I assume?" Bernard asked.

"Yes. Here it is. And his card too," Belinda said. She held them out for him to take.

After quickly reading through the list, Bernard told me to follow him and he led us to the department store.

I noticed a number of other naked, collared women casually shopping for things but it didn't make me feel any less conspicuous as we moved around the aisles following my ex-boyfriend, Bernard.

After collecting all the things on the list and placing them into shopping baskets he'd given to Tracey and Belinda, he led us to the back of the store and a section that sold various sex toys and BDSM paraphernalia.

"Here's the latest catalog," Bernard said. He dropped a glossy magazine into Belinda's basket. "I bet that clamp on your cunt smarts, Ingrid."

I squirmed at the reminder of its presence.

"Did Mike clamp you like that?" he asked. He appeared to be more amused than concerned.

I nodded.

"You know, Ingrid, I have something here that he might be interested in, the next time he needs to have you do any towing. Take this and give it to Mike with my compliments," Bernard said.

I stared at the thing he showed me. It was a black rubber butt plug, not like any regular butt plug but shaped just like a car's tow ball.

"See?" he said, drawing my attention to its flat, square base. "It has a place here where he can attach a towing chain, or even a tail, if he wants to make a pony girl out of you."

My eyes went wide at the thought. Bernard clearly enjoyed seeing me humiliated and, given his obvious connections with Mr. West, I felt certain he'd be enjoying plenty more of it in the future.

Bernard eventually charged the payment to Mr. West's card and packed our purchases into a carry-bag, which he handed to Belinda. I could feel his eyes on us, watching the whole way as I quickly headed for the exit; Belinda and Tracey stumbling and yelping for me to slow down all the way until we were finally out in the car park.

By the time we finally arrived back home, my nipples and pussy had been tortured to the point where I felt I couldn't take another moment more. I had no idea of the time either, but we obviously made it with time to spare because Mr. West casually let us back into his house and removed the snuff collars. I somehow got the feeling he wouldn't have done that if there were any chance of any of us exploding.