Chapter 9

I will begin this chapter with a disclaimer. If you are hoping for another overtly sexual and frankly graphic edition of my exploits, it is best to return to the previous chapters or wait until the chapters to come because this story I am about to relate is of a more subtle kind. The reason for this, you will soon see.

If you have been paying attention up to this point, you will have likely considered the fact that I had been a captive of the lovely and affluent Mistress Rosabel and Master Oliver for around two weeks and in all that time, I had not once been let out of the condo. I was beginning to think I’d never again feel the warm caress of the sun against my skin until one day when I was washing the bathroom mirror and my mistress came in with a rather surprising question.

“Which outfit do you like?” she asked me, holding up to outfits that both looked suited for men.

“Is that for Master Oliver, mistress?”

“No, silly! It’s for you.”

“F-for me?” I asked. I honestly did not think I would ever be allowed to wear clothes again.

“Yes, for you. You’ve been doing well, slave, and Oliver and I have agreed that you’ve become obedient enough for us to let you outside.”

“O-outside, mistress? W-w-where will I go?”

“Yes, do you remember outside? It hasn’t changed much since you were last there. We’re gonna take you to the mall with us today so that you can help us shop and you can pick some things out for yourself.”

“Oh--well--thank you very much, mistress, I--”

“But there are rules, of course,” my mistress began. “Obviously, people can’t know that you are our slave. Slaves are sort of a faux pas in public life, you know; out there you have to call them interns. And it doesn’t make much sense to go shopping with an intern so you’ll treat master and I as if we’re just your friends. I know it’ll feel unnatural but you’re going to have to call us by our first names. And so you don’t run off on us, we’ll of course keep your chastity cage on and, for a little extra fun, I have this.” Rosabel took out a purple hourglass shaped knob with a round end and a flared base. “Have you seen one of these before, cutiepie?”

“No mistress, I haven’t.”

“This is a buttplug. It’s going inside of you and it's got a fun little feature where I can make it vibrate with this button on my phone. That way, if you go off too far or if we just want to remind you who owns you, we can press this button to make it wiggle inside of you. Oliver and I both have access to it.”

I looked down at the buttplug like it was a weapon of mass destruction. “Don’t worry, lovebug,” Rosabel said. “I’ll be nice to you and help you put it in your bum.”

Rosabel lubed up the plug and then slid it inside of me. Then I picked out my outfit which was a plaid shirt and pale green dress pants and I put it on as she got herself ready to go. By the time everyone was ready to leave it was a quarter to eleven. We got in the elevator and took it downstairs and I must say, despite the fact that I had a cage on my penis and vibrating knob inside of my ass, I was quite excited. My master and mistress led the way to the garage and for the first time, I saw their car. Now, I’ll admit, I know little to nothing about cars but even I could tell they had a fancy ride. The car had one of those rearview cameras and it had a sunroof. I was even more excited then to be inside the car but before we went inside, my master opened up the trunk.

“Alright, this is your seat,” he said.

“I’m sorry, sir?”

“You’re riding in the trunk,” my master clarified. “Don’t think that because we’re taking you out that you’re worthy of sitting in the same car as us.”

“B-but, sir, I--”

Rosabel took me by the shoulder and then led me to the trunk. “It’ll be okay, sweetie. It’s a short ride.”

On the contrary, it was not a short ride and even if it had been, it still would have been a painful one. It was hot and cramped all the way in the back, and with every bump in the road my head hit against the roof of the trunk. My bones were aching by the time the car rolled to a stop and my eyes almost burned from the brightness of the sun when my mistress opened the trunk.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” she asked.

“No, mistress, it--”

“Ah! Remember what I told you?”

“I’m sorry, Rosabel,” I corrected.

“Good. Now come out quick. We don’t want anybody seeing this and getting suspicious.”

As Rosabel helped me out of the trunk, one thought struck my mind that I felt I needed to ask. “Mistr--um--Miss Rosabel, wouldn’t it have been easier if I just rode in the car with you? T-t-then it wouldn’t have looked suspicious at all.”

“Yes, Adam, you’re right but this way is a lot more fun,” she smiled. “Now come on, let’s go shopping. Are you ready, Olli?”

“I sure am,” Oliver said. He gently patted his wife’s butt and then he slapped mine and groped it hard before finally releasing me. “How’s the plug feel?” he said in a low voice.

“G-g-good, Oliver. It f-feels good,” I responded as my face went red and I looked back and forth to see if anyone in the parking lot was paying attention to us.

It seemed that nobody was but this did nothing to minimize my anxiety. As we entered the mall and saw droves and droves of shoppers pass us by, I began to think that everyone knew of my shame and that every otherwise innocuous glance in my direction by a passerby was really a wordless accusation of my pathetic servitude. I began to walk slower than my master and mistress, hiding behind them as they walked like a child hides behind their mother when she is at a restaurant counter asking for more ketchup packets.

“Oh, you know what we need to look for, Olli? Another cage for Adam. One for the car,” Rosabel said.

“What’s wrong with keeping him in the trunk?” Oliver asked.

“We’re not going to have him in there on long roadtrips, Oliver. Let’s go see what they have at the pet store.”

We walked to the mall’s pet store and went inside. Immediately, we were met with a cacophony of caged birds kawing and the hopeful yelps of a dozen or so puppies all rolling across each other and slipping into the nooks of their piled brethren. At the back of the store was a luminescent glow of deep blue humming from the fish tanks and I could see schools of many-coloured fish swimming to and fro contrasted against the yellow-stained domiciles of the lizard section. There were so many things I would have loved to see but Rosabel and Oliver took me to neither the birds nor the puppies nor the fish nor the lizards. They took me instead to the quietest section of the pet store where the only animals to be seen were the photographed dogs on the stacked bags of kibble. Next to that, there were kennels all laid side by side.

“Looking for anything in particular?” a man poking his head around the corner of the aisle asked my mistress.

“Yes, actually. We’re looking for a dog cage,” she responded.

“What kind of dog do you have?” the pet store worker asked.

“Umm…he’s a mutt.”

“Big mutt? Small mutt?”

“Medium sized, I suppose. He’s a bit of a sensitive dog so we’d need a cage with some extra room and a padded floor, if you have that.”

“We certainly do. These ones here--” The worker patted the top of a large kennel. “--have a real soft interior and plenty of room. You or I could almost fit in it.”

“Is that right?” Rosabel pondered. “Funnily enough, my friend, Adam here, is about the same exact size as my mutt--at least when he crawls--so why don’t you go in there and see if it’s a good size?”

“In t-the cage, Rosabel?” I responded.

“Yeah, just crawl in there so we know if the dog will like it.”

I laughed uncomfortably like she was bluffing and just as soon regretted that laugh because it made the ensuing silence all the more awkward. With a beet red face, I then got down on my hands and knees and crawled in the cage.

“Well, it looks like a perfect fit, doesn’t it?” she said to Oliver who nodded in agreement. “And how does this lock, just like this?” Rosabel closed the door of the cage on me and locked it shut.

“Just like that,” the worker corroborated.

“What do you think, Adam? Do you think the dog will like it?”

“Yes, I--uh--he will, I think.”

My mistress and the worker went on discussing the product; its exact dimensions and possible warranties they could get on it while I was stuck laying silently in my cage. It was so embarrassing, I must say, locking eyes with every customer who passed by the aisle. They all did the same double take, first glancing at me through the corner of their eye before turning away then turning back once they realized there was in fact a human being in that cage. I tried to bury my head in the cushioned base beneath me to hide my shame. If I hadn't known any better I would have thought that my owners were purposefully trying to humiliate me.

“I think we’ll take it,” Rosabel decided after a long back and forth with the pet store worker. “Would it be possible to pay for this and take it on the way out? We’ve still got a bit of shopping to do.”

“Of course,” said the worker. “And--er--your friend there, were you going to let him out of the cage?” he chuckled.

My mistress giggled and said, “Oh, silly me! I completely forgot about him down there. How come you didn’t say anything, Adam?”

I went red in the face and mumbled that I was sorry. It was quite a clever thing she had just done--shifting the blame for my confinement onto me--which made me feel all the more humiliated. Rosabel unlocked the cage and then I climbed out and stood beside her. “Thank you, Rosabel,” I muttered.

Rosabel did not respond. Instead she was looking around the store to catch sight of Oliver who had wandered off at some point. “He’s in the fish section again,” Rosabel said through gritted teeth like going to the fish section was some reprehensible act. “Can you go tell him I’m ready to go, Adam?”

I said yes and I was quite enthusiastic to do so, not because I wanted to see my master but instead because it meant I got to see the fish. I sauntered over to the aquariums all bathed in blue and stood a few metres away from my master who was examining some clown fish. I did not immediately make myself known, choosing instead to look at the fish tank in front of me. There I saw a lone marblescent neon tetra swimming back and forth in his cramped aquarium. He (or was it she? I know nothing about the gender of fish) carried a light and idiotic smile that made me feel quite bad for the poor creature. This lonely fish was kept confined in a small box and for what? So that he could be a mantelpiece or a point of conversation in an otherwise lifeless home? And yet he was happy and the reason for this, I could only assume, was because he was too foolish to know there was a better life beyond those claustrophobic horizons. Just as I was becoming lost in his eyes, I was startled by a new sensation.

“Uuuuuuuuh,” I involuntarily moaned as I grabbed hold of my buttcheek. A woman who was also in the fish section side eyed me so I turned away in embarrassment. That sensation I had just felt was the sudden vibration of the buttplug inside of me. I assumed Rosabel had activated it to remind me of what my task was so, in a bit of a fluster, I walked up to Oliver and said, “Um, Oliver, my--uh--friend. My other friend Rosabel said she’s ready to go now.”

“Thanks, my friend,” mocked Oliver. “Did you get that message I sent you?”

“M-message, Oliver? No, I don’t even have a--aaaaah!” My buttplug vibrated again just after I had seen Oliver pull out his cellphone.

“There, I sent it again,” he said. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

We met up with Rosabel again and continued on through the mall. It seemed that my master and mistress were having quite a lot of fun with this new vibrator toy. Every few metres we walked I would feel it buzzing inside of me and I’d involuntarily let out a “ooooh” or an “uuuuumph” or--less commonly--an “aaaaiiissh” and each time this occurred, I would get looks of scorn from strangers and giggles from my owners. It ceased briefly when Oliver stopped beneath a skylit seating area shrouded in the shade of artificial plants.

“You know what we should get for Adam?” he said.

“What’s that, babe?” Rosabel answered.

“A slutty maid outfit. He can wear it while he does chores, you know?”

Rosabel bit her lip and smiled at the thought of the idea. “Where do you think we’d find a thing like that?”

“Hmmm, not Bootleggers, definitely not Old Navy. Victoria’s Secret, maybe?” Oliver suggested. “But I want you to ask the employee where you can find it, Adam. And if they ask who it’s for you have to say it’s for you.”

“Oh, Oliver, you’re always teasing him,” Rosabel giggled.

We found our way to Victoria’s Secret and I tried to hide behind my master and mistress but they nudged me ahead. The underwear surrounding me and the adverts of beautiful women wearing that same underwear were already making me abashed enough but then an employee who was folding some clothes made eye contact with me and said, “Do you need help looking for anything today, sir?”

“Um, y-yes, actually,” I said in a half whisper. “Do you h-have any s-s-slutty maid outfits?”

The employee scoffed in disgust and said, “We don’t carry any of that sort of filth here! You’re better off looking in Old Navy.”

So we redirected to Old Navy and once again I was in the uncomfortable position of talking to the employee although now I had less underwear surrounding me.

“Excuse me, sir. Can you--um--help me find a slutty maid outfit?” I mumbled to the man working at the changing rooms.

“I’m sorry, sir, what was that?” he answered.

“A s-slutty maid outfit,” I said, slightly less marble mouthed.

“A sunny day outfit?”

“A slutty maid outfit!” I hissed as loudly as one can hiss while still keeping a low profile.

“Oh, a slutty maid outfit!” he replied, loud enough for the entire store to hear. “Of course we have that. This is Old Navy after all! Right over here, sir.”

I followed the worker to the darkest corner of the Old Navy where the electropop booming over the speakers now seemed to somehow be playing in a minor key. The worker showed me a rack of clothing and pushed the larger items to the side to reveal a collection of slutty maid outfits.

“We got plenty of sizes. Pink ones, black ones, whatever you’re looking for. This for your girlfriend or something?” the worker winked.

I looked over my shoulder to see Oliver and Rosabel lurking not far behind me. They were pretending to be browsing for socks while glancing up at me and giggling to each other.

“It’s f-for m-m-me, actually,” I said in shame.

The employee tried to stifle a laugh by coughing and then he collected himself and said, “Oh, okay, yeah--uh--totally, man. There’s nothing wrong with that.” Then he pulled off a black and white maid outfit with a short skirt. “How’s this for size?” he asked.

“That works,” I said in a whisper.

“And do you need some stockings too?” the man asked with rhetorical mockery.

I glanced over at my master and mistress to see them both nodding. “Yes, please,” I answered.

I had to endure a few more condescending smirks and obnoxious jabs from the Old Navy employee before he set me off with my maid outfit and my stockings in hand. I tucked the clothes beneath my armpit and sped over to Rosabel and Oliver.

“Can we please pay and get out of here?” I said to them as soon as I approached.

“Oh, honey, you haven’t even tried on your new clothes yet,” Rosabel smiled. “You aren’t just going to pay for those without trying them on, are you?”

I blushed and tried to speak but my anxiety wouldn’t let me. 

“Come to the change room, muffin. We’ll make sure you look pretty.”

Oliver and Rosabel walked on either side of me, pulling me towards the change room like they were prison guards bringing me to the electric chair. We all cramped ourselves inside of the nearest empty room and then my owners sat on the bench as I stood in front of them.

“Clothes off, Adam,” Rosabel said in a low voice so that we could not all be overheard.

I’ll admit, sliding my clothes off was the most natural thing I felt I had done that day. The feeling of fabric against my skin had begun to feel like quite a foreign thing after being subjected to my forced nude state over the two weeks that had passed. But this comfort didn’t last for long because I was soon enough putting on the maid outfit. It felt quite tight and the skirt was so small I thought my chastity cage might be poking out from below. The back of the dress had a clasp that I was not flexible enough to do up myself so Rosabel had me turn around and then she did it up for me. She turned me back around, fluffed my skirt and straightened out the creases, and then she and Oliver admired me.

“How adorable,” beamed Rosabel while I cowered in embarrassment. “This was such a good idea, Oliver.”

“Thank you,” Oliver said. “You know, it makes you a bit hotter, Adam. Makes me want you fuck you more often. Why don’t you put on those stockings and complete the outfit?”

I did as he asked and I did it with great difficulty as I had never been in the position of putting on stockings before. But after much tribulation, I had them on; smooth brown stockings that extended to just above my knees. The entire time I put on this outfit, I had my eyes glued to the ground as I could not bear to see my own pathetic reflection in the changing room mirror.

“Oh, you look gorgeous, Adam. Really just gorgeous! Doesn’t he look gorgeous, Olli?”

“He sure does. Lookin’ real fuckable now.”

“I have to send a picture to Lucy. Adam, hold up your skirt. Make sure she can see your chastity cage too.”

In a pleading whisper I said, “No, mistress, please. This is too embarrassing, I--”

“Hold up your skirt,” she reiterated in a pointed tone. 

I hung my head in shame and held up my skirt as Rosabel took out her phone and got a picture of me. “Good boy,” she said as she put her phone away. “Now, we’ll go buy that for you and then we can go.”

Finally, I was met with mercy. I changed back into my regular clothes and then we brought the new outfit to the counter. From there, we continued on through the mall, perusing stores that were of no pertinence to me which meant all that I could do was follow my master and mistress around while enduring the occasional tight, tickling sensation of my buttplug whenever either of them got bored. The day began to take on quite a repetitive quality. First, we would go to a store that interested Rosabel. Then she’d buy something. Then we’d go to a store that interested Oliver. Then he’d buy something. Then we’d go to a store that interested Rosabel. And so on. The biggest problem in this system was that all of the things that they bought became the things I had to carry. I soon enough had dozens of bags hanging in my grasp. The bones in my arms were aching and the bones in my feet were aching too and it was not until we had sushi in the food court that I was finally allowed some reprieve.

“Do I have to eat it off the floor, Rosabel?” I nervously asked as we sat down.

“You’ve suffered enough today,” she said.

At first I thought she only said this to torment me but all of the events that followed proved otherwise. I still had to carry all of the bags, of course, but as the day was beginning to wind down, my mistress and master began to treat me with a lighter air. Once we had finished our food, we walked a bit further through the mall and my mistress asked me, “Is there any stores you’d like to go to before we leave?”

“What? Me--um--oh, I don’t know, I--”

“Anywhere, sugarplum. Olli and I will buy you something. Something you really want, not something we want for you.”

“Oh, w-well, c-can we go to the bookstore?” I asked, for some reason expecting the answer to be no.

“Of course, sweetie.”

They took me to the bookstore and, much to my surprise, my master and mistress--with no strings attached at all--allowed me to pick out a book. I went to the comic book section and picked out a thick volume of collected issues featuring my favourite superhero, Mister Miracle and then we brought it to the counter and they purchased it for me. So with Mister Miracle in hand along with dozens of heavy bags, I left the mall following my loving master and mistress. I was so excited that they--my generous and gorgeous owners--had given me that gift after a long day of toil and I would have so greatly enjoyed getting the chance to read it on the way home but it was sadly too dark in the trunk of the car.