I was spoiled recently with a trip to a lingerie shop with my Mistress as she wanted to purchase an outfit for me.

I was caged and collared, wearing my jacket zipped up to cover the collar and appear discreet and reputable.

She took great delight in slowly leading me around the store, pausing every few steps to inspect a new bra or panties or slip or set, while she eyed me up and down and chuckled wickedly to herself.

Finally she settled on a lovely hot pink PVC dress and matching lacy, strappy panties. She led me by the hand to the back of the store and the changerooms, casually letting the store attendant know that she needed my opinion.

Once in the fitting room I was ordered to strip and I was shortly naked except for the cage and collar. She pounced on me, pushing me against the wall, kissing me passionately and groping and teasing my frustrated full balls.

Once she had satisfied herself she picked up the panties and helped me step into them. Then she helped me get into the hot pink PVC dress and zipped me in. It was a little tight, but in a good way and I'm 6ft so it was short. She made me spin for her and leered at me like a predator observing its prey. While she was leering the shop attendant piped up from the other side of the curtain - how is everything going in there? Mistress replied cheerily that everything was very much to her liking.

She undresses me and before I have time to get dressed she is out through the curtain and I'm scrambling to dress as quickly as possible. I stroll out as casually as possible and the two of them are at the register chatting about how popular that dress is and how brilliant the hot pink is. They look at me as if waiting for me to add to the conversation, but I am mute and blushing. They both know who the outfit is for and I feel incredibly meek.

We head home for a night of dress ups and fun and Mistress notes that next time she thinks she'll let me out of my cage and take her time...