With spring in the air, King decided that we’d have a shopping outing. He wanted to get me a new wardrobe, at least part of a new wardrobe, so naturally, he chose what I would wear on this outing and where we would be shopping.

I was horrified when he refused to allow me to wear a bra, insisted I wear barbells in my nips, and a thin white blouse. I was so horrified that I refused at first. He asked if wanted to safeword out. I said no. He turned me over his lap for a fifteen minute spanking. So, guess what I’m wearing.

I really should have trusted him because the shop he took me to was an exclusive boutique, by appointment only, which specialized in custom made clothing. The owners also lived the lifestyle, Maddie being the top and Steph being the bottom. My outfit didn’t even warrant a raised eyebrow. I should have trusted him.

“I’m sorry, King. I should never have doubted you,” I said sheepishly.

“No. You shouldn’t have. Maddie? Can we have the room for a moment?” he stated quietly.

“Of course, Andrew,” she replied, a knowing look passing between her and Steph.

He reached for his zipper as I knelt before him. I kept my hands behind my back, knowing this was a consequence and not a reward. I tilted my head up and opened my mouth. He stroked his cock, already rigid, until he was close to fulfillment. Then, he thrust himself inside of my open mouth, gagging me, and fucked it until he spurted his forgiveness down my throat. Once he was all tucked back in his jeans and I was standing beside him, he called for Maddie to bring in his requests.

I tried on 20 different items which ranged from light, mesh corsets to long flowing dress. Naturally, he had me undress completely with Maddie and Steph helping me into the clothing. He also encouraged both women to tween my nipples, pat my ass, and explore my kitten until I had come three times. He was very proud of me.

In the end, King chose two corsets, three sundresses, five blouses, two skirts, and one formal dress. “Tomorrow, we will go through your closet and choose what to keep and what to donate. Those, along with these new purchases will be the sum total of your spring wardrobe,” he stated.

I realized he had not purchased any panties. “But King,. . . .” I began.

He raised his eyebrows. I stopped before I got myself into more trouble.

“I mean, but King, you are generous. Thank you,” I finished.

He smiled, patted my bottom, and said, “That’s what I thought you were going to say. Now, in the car. You’ve been very naughty making me all excited again. When we get home, I want you naked and on the bed. Immediately.”

Grinning, I answered, “Absolutely, King. Absolutely.”