“Wait,” Carl said. She froze.
“We need to get you some new shoes.”
“Shoes?! Please, Master,” she whispered. “I can’t get shoes dressed like this. They’ll see me!”
“Pronouns,” he warned. “Try again.”
“P-please, Master. Naughty Girl can’t get shoes dressed like t-this. They’ll see m-my p-pussy.”
Carl nodded. “That’s better. Didn’t your Master ever take you shopping?”
DeeDee bit her lip. Finally, she nodded.
“Did he take you to try on shoes, dressed in a short skirt?”
“N-n-not this short.”
“Well, if you like, we can put on the leather one, that’s longer.” He started to reach into the bag.
She panicked, no doubt thinking he’d make her change right here in the mall. “No, no, Master Carl. This is fine. Just fine.”
She walked in front of him as they headed to the shoe store. When they entered, Carl scanned the place, trying to find the right salesman for DeeDee. He spotted the perfect foil—a young, skinny redhead who probably hadn’t gotten laid since, well, forever. He dodged around a smooth, oily salesman type—just the man who’d love to stare up DeeDee’s skirt, and corralled the young man.
“Yes, can you help us?”
His eyes looked like silver dollars. His freckles seemed to glow. “Yessir, sir. Whatdja need?” His voice came in a rush. He cleared his throat. Behind Carl, he could hear the oily salesman curse under his breath.
“My girlfriend needs some high heels.”
His head nodded up and down so fast Carl thought it might come off. “Over here, sir, um, ma’am. There’s a nice selection. W-would this be for a f-f-formal occasion?”
“No, just for general wear,” he said. The fact that Carl answered for DeeDee wasn’t lost on the salesman. For her part, she just stood there like a statue, her legs tightly together.
Carl selected three pairs to try on, two black and one tan, but all had at least three-inch heels.
Wisely, the boy led them to a chair in the far corner of the store, and had her sit, facing sideways to the front. Still, everyone could see her long, beautiful legs stretched out in front of her.
“My name’s Danny,” he said by way of introduction.
“I’m Carl.” He waited, looking at DeeDee.
Finally, DeeDee spoke for the first time. “N-naughty Girl,” she whispered.
“Nau—” Danny was sure he had heard it wrong. “Naut—what?”
DeeDee was forced to say it again, louder. “Naughty Girl.”
He rocked back on his heels, his mouth open. He looked around to see if anyone else heard. Oily salesman certainly had; he was biting his knuckle hard, looking pained.
Danny tried to get back on track. “Ooo-kay. Now, what size do you wear?”
“Why don’t you measure, to make sure,” Carl put in.
The boy tried to keep the grin off his face with little success. He retrieved the silver scale and slid it under one of DeeDee’s delicate feet. She still had her legs tightly together. “Looks like a six,” he said, trying to keep his eyes from wandering up her leg.
He disappeared into the back room. Oily salesman took the opportunity to drift by. “Everything all right here?” he inquired, hoping Carl might ask him to take over the sale.
“We’re being helped,” he said pointedly. “He’s getting some shoes.”
“Ah. Very well then.” He looked disappointed. He finally drifted away. When Danny returned, Carl could see a bulge in his pants—not that he generally tended to observe such things.
The first pair of black pumps had four-inch heels. Better. Danny slipped them on. Carl noticed that DeeDee had allowed her legs to part just a little bit. It didn’t take much to allow her nakedness to peek out from under her skirt. Danny pretended not to notice.
“How’s that?”
DeeDee stood with some difficulty, trying to keep her legs together. She walked—no, tottered—around the room. She glared at Carl as if to ask him if he’d lost his mind.
“Are they comfortable?”
“Yes, but a little, um, tall,” she said.
“You look good. Walk to the front and back.”
Carl could see the redness flash on her cheeks like signal flags, but she obeyed without a word. Everyone in the store stared, as well as a few passing by outside, as DeeDee strolled carefully down the aisle then returned, careful to stay atop the teetering heels.
“Good. Those will do. Let’s try on the tan ones now.”
Danny eagerly stepped in as DeeDee sat. Her skirt rode up. She tried to pull it down, but caught Carl’s eye. He shook his head. So she sat, her shoulders slumped, as Danny tried to concentrate on her shoes, the edge of her naked pussy showing out from underneath her skirt.
Carl sensed Oily Salesman returning. He hovered just out of earshot, probably straining his eyeballs as he took in the scene. Carl decided not to shoo him away, as it only increased DeeDee’s lust and mortification. He felt as if he were someone else, perhaps the personification of Evers, back from the grave.
Carl decided to step back from the brink. He felt she’d had enough, so he rejected the tan shoes as soon as she stood up. He bought the black ones, which he made her wear out of the store.
DeeDee seemed grateful when he turned toward the lot. “Are you taking Naughty Girl home?” she whispered, her voice pleading.
“Yes, dear. I think you’ve had enough excitement for one day.” He also wanted to take advantage of her passion. She had been on the verge of an orgasm for a couple of hours. He could only imagine what this might do to their lovemaking later.
Chapter Ten
“My god! Naughty Girl thought she was going to die of embarrassment!” DeeDee said as she slipped into the car. “Why did you make her do that?!”
“I don’t really know,” he answered truthfully. “At first, I thought we were just reliving some of your past adventures with Master Stephen, but it did seem to take on a life of its own, didn’t it?”
“Yes, Master. Naughty Girl nearly came a couple of times!”
“Good. I imagine you were rather embarrassed.”
“Embarrassed! I was mortified! But it was a controlled mortification, if that makes any sense.”
Carl didn’t call her on the pronoun. It seemed as if they had just exited a stage and now they could relax and get out of character.
“You mean, you knew I wouldn’t go too far?”
“Something like that. I actually felt safe with you there. I never could’ve done that with anyone else, I don’t think.”
“Except Master Stephen.”
“Well, yes.”
“I’m glad it turned you on. It means you’re all primed to make love to me.”
She smiled. “You’d better. Or I’ll have to call Frank.”
Carl drove home in record time. By the time he parked, his erection was insistent. DeeDee beat him to the front door, and he could see at once that the back of her skirt was soaked with juices.
He grabbed her around the waist and hugged her close. “You know, if you just wore panties, you wouldn’t have this leakage problem,” he said, grinning.
“Fuck me, Master,” was all she said.
Inside, they immediately began stripping off their clothes. DeeDee didn’t have far to go—in seconds, she stood naked, watching Carl dancing around on one foot, trying to remove his pants. She giggled at the sight of him—his raging hard-on pressing against his boxer shorts. She waited patiently until he was naked too then ran ahead of him into the bedroom.
He chased her and caught up with her at the bed. He fell onto her, careful not to crush her and heard her squeal with delight. He held her face down while she gave a few mock struggles. He pressed his cock against her upper thigh. She quit squirming immediately and spread her legs for him.
Carl wanted her so badly, he couldn’t bear to wait, and yet, he also wanted to prolong the moment—a moment they had been building to for a few hours now. He held her there, moving his cock in tiny circles, feeling the slickness on her leg. She waited there expectantly, thrusting herself back against him when he didn’t immediately plunge into her.