Vibrator[18+]

As they walked in, he noticed the many stares around him - some from females and some from males. The males weren't aimed at him, of course, or at least he hoped not. They were on Emma, who was very beautiful.

Travis passed the plastic bag to Emma. She opened it and saw what was inside. She gave Travis a brief stare, thinking maybe he'd say it was a prank. But when she saw his excited smile, she knew it was for real. So she went into the restroom.

When entering, she saw that it was half-filled. Ignoring all the women inside, she went into a stall and got the things on her body.

"If Master says he wants me to do this, then I'll do as he says. Maybe he'll give me something in return," she thought.

When done, she walked out, seeing Travis and the women who were trying to talk to him. He stood up and left them as he went to Emma, grabbing her by the waist.

"Let's go, babe," he said. Emma nodded in response, and they began to walk deeper into the mall. She had a slight blush on her face, feeling quite uncomfortable.

Underneath her clothes were breast stickers that covered her nipples and areola. Down to her crotch, she also had a sticker covering it, but the sticker also had something that was penetrated into her vagina.

Each time she took a step, it moved all around, making it hard to walk. But she endured it because she didn't want to get punished by Travis.

"I'm very happy that you listened to my commands today. I'm thinking of buying you some things. What do you want?" he asked.

Emma smiled happily, her inner gold digger was awoken by those words. She pulled Travis even closer than before, tiptoed, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you, master," she said sincerely. Seeing the happiness on her face, Travis wondered why he hadn't used this earlier, but again, he didn't have 30k in his bank before.

"The very same second she enters the shop, I'll turn it on," he thought.

In his right pocket, there was a remote. Lord knows what this remote's use was. They walked into the first store, Travis pressed the first button, which was Level 1.

*Bvvvvvv*

The stickers attached to her private parts immediately began to vibrate. Emma stopped walking that very second, turned her head towards Travis in shock, then blushed as she felt her whole body tremble from the vibrations inside her vagina.

"I should've known that it wasn't the end of it," she thought. Emma squeezed her thighs together, trying to hold back herself from squirming as the stickers relentlessly vibrated, making her private parts even more sensitive than usual.

"Master, could you please turn it down?" she asked Travis in a meek and pleading tone. Emma understood that he would never turn it off, so she thought asking him to turn it down would work.

"It's only on one, though," he replied with a smile.

Her face lost all its life when she heard those words.

"Let's go buy you some things," he said as he walked inside the shop. It was a store made for females, but he didn't seem to care. Emma slowly followed from behind, wobbling as the smallest movement would most likely make her moan or tear up.

Travis stood in front of a lingerie set. The women inside stared at him with blushes on their faces and interest written all over their eyes. What would a handsome man like him be doing in a ladies' store?

Emma soon came and stood beside him, her head down so as not to reveal the pleasure written on her face.

"What do you think of this?" he asked her. Emma raised her eyes. When she saw the overly revealing lingerie, she immediately shook her head.

Seeing how cute she was acting, Travis wanted to laugh. But he knew that would break his persona, so he brushed off his laughter by clearing his throat.

"So you can't speak now?" he said as he raised the level to 2. Emma jerked back, feeling the vibrator moving around her pussy. Juices slowly dripped down, turning her white panties wet.

She wiped the tears off her eyes and looked up, trying to act tough so that nobody could see the state she was in.

"I don't think this is good enough for my master," she said in a shaky tone. She looked around, seeing all the women staring at her in envy, which made her feel happy in a way.

"I guess you're right. Well, what do you think is good for me then?" he asked.

Emma was stunned. She had backed herself into a corner that would be impossible to get out of.

Ninety-nine percent of men all around the world find themselves in this situation: the picky girlfriend or wife situation. You ask her, "What would you like to eat?"

She goes, "I don't know, anything, I guess."

Then you suggest "How about..."

Every suggestion ends up being rejected, as if she didn't say no a minute ago. No man would wish this upon any other man, not even their worst enemies, because it's so frustrating.

Being a girl and all, she knew about this. Yet for her, it was worse because if she messes up, he might turn the level up.

"Might isn't even accurate. He'll definitely turn it up. What does he like? I don't even fucking know. I met him like four days ago, and I'm somehow his slave now, and I honestly enjoy it, even though he always puts me in these weird situations," she thought.

Emma looked at Travis with a smile, hiding all the turmoil she was going through right now. "I'll go look," she said.

She hurriedly moved away, carefully of course. She was standing in front of various lingerie sets. Her mind was racing. It was like juggling two grenades at once. One side was thinking of what to choose, and the other was battling the pleasure running rampant in her whole body from the sticker.

Her panties were now completely drenched in her wet sticky juice, some even dripping down her inner thighs. Luckily, they hadn't gone past her skirt. Feeling happy with her modest skirt choice, she had made.

Now think, what would Master want? She thought.

While she was doing this, Travis kept looking at the prices. Honestly, he was about to go crazy. He had money, but when seeing all the price tags, he felt like he was getting suffocated.

"This feels like being left in the line while your mom leaves to get something, the worst feeling ever, apart from getting circumcised," he thought.

[A/N: This is pretty random, but when I was in the fifth grade during the winter holidays, I got circumcised. Guess what? I was f-cking conscious throughout the whole surgery. I won't forget that day for the rest of my life.]

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