I decided to enjoy a rare afternoon away from the office. I had worked hard all week and I had caught up on all I had to have done. It was a beautiful, sunny Friday afternoon and I thought to myself, “Why not? What harm can come of it?” Little did I know.

I shut down my computer and hummed to myself as I locked my office door and headed for the parkade. I felt sneaky knocking off early but I was looking forward to an afternoon of shopping. Perhaps, I thought to myself, I would pick up something special to wear for you this weekend.

Turning out onto the road, I slipped my sunglasses on and turned up the radio, singing loudly to the song as I headed for the mall. It was very rare that I was able to shop without your knowledge and I smiled to myself as I thought of the money I had set aside from the meagre allowance you gave to me.

The mall parking lot was packed and it took longer than expected to find a parking spot but I finally did and as I entered the mall, I headed straight for the Starbucks to grab a white chocolate iced cappuccino, a guilty pleasure. With my iced-cap in hand, I began strolling down the mall. Soon I came across a new store in the mall, one that had blacked out windows and a warning on the door that you had to be at least 18 to enter. I could feel the instant arousal between my legs as I thought of the many treasures I might find within.

Swallowing the last of my cappuccino, I entered the store and began to browse around. I was in the middle of small talk with the store clerk when the familiar ring of my cell phone sounded. Absently I reached for it and looked at the call display. My heart thudded when I realized it was you. I excused myself from the sales clerk and answered, “Hello Master.” I could see the sales girls eyes widen at the way I answered the phone and even though she tried her best to look like she wasn’t listening to me, I could tell she was straining to hear my every word.

“Hello my pet,” you said in a quiet voice. “How’s work?”

I swallowed hard and decided that it would be best to fess up now. “I’m not at work Master,” I began. But before I could continue you interrupted me. “Where are you?” you demanded, sounding annoyed.

“I finished early Master. I was able to slip away early so I came to the mall to pick up a few things.” My voice faded off, hoping you would leave it be. But you had other plans. “At the mall?” you asked, “And just what things do you plan on picking up? Did I ask you to stop and get something on your way home?” I could tell by the way your voice was getting more powerful that you were angry with me and I cringed as I answered you. “N-n-no. I was just…”

“Just what?” you demanded, your voice so quiet I had to strain to hear. “Just out and about without telling me you were going?” I hung my head in shame, knowing I had been caught. “Yes,” I sighed. “Yes what?” you demanded, and when I was silent, you demanded again, louder this time, “Yes what pet?”

“Yes Master.”

“Where exactly are you pet?” you asked. I looked at the sign above the till and read outloud to you, “I’m at a new store called Erotic Encounters Master,” my face turning red as I said it. I had been caught and I knew it. I sensed that what started out as an innocent shopping was not going to end that way. “Let me speak to the sales person that is there,” came your next demand. I had no choice but to obey.

I slowly walked over to the sales girl who looked at me with interest as I struggled to explain. “My…ummm…my Husband is on the phone and He would like to speak with you please,” I stammered as I held the phone out to her and pleaded with my eyes that she take it. She did. I listened intently for any sign of a clue as she said hello into my phone, but none came. She was very discreet about her conversation with him as she answered with a series of Yes and OK before finally saying she understood and it would be her pleasure. With a smug grin on her face she smiled at me as she snapped my cell phone shut and handed it back to me. She showed me to a seat in the corner of the store as she explained that she was going to package some things up for me before I was to leave the store.

I sat where she had pointed me and fidgeted uncomfortably as she set about gathering up the items that you had apparently requested. I strained to see as she pulled this and that out of drawers and off of shelves. But while I could see the general area of where she was getting each item, and while I could make a halfway decent guess what she had selected, she was amazingly good at using her body to block my view. I gave up and looked around the store, seeing myself reflected in a mirror outside of the change rooms.

My hand lifted to my hair out of habit and began twirling one long curl around my finger, as I studied myself. I was proud of my figure. At 32, I was a petite 5’2, 112 lbs with curves in all the right places. My 36C breasts had never been artificially enhanced and still stood pertly. My eyes travelled down my body to my trim 26-inch waist and gently swelling hips. My legs were tanned and toned, muscular but not large. I worked hard to keep in shape. I knew I would never be happy with myself I let myself go. My long blonde hair was naturally curly and fell to just below my bra strap and I had piercing green eyes. Not bad, I thought to myself critically. I often wondered if you saw the same as I did, when you looked at me.

After about 10 minutes the clerk turned back to me and said, “The gentleman on the phone assured me that you would pay for these items with a Visa under his name. May I have the card please?” Shocked, I simply nodded and dug into my purse to locate the card she spoke of. I knew he must have told her this but I was still surprised as I was not permitted to use the card, only carry it incase of an emergency.

I stood silently, my mind racing with possibilities, as she finished processing the Visa and handed it back to me. As I tucked the card back in my purse, she gathered up the bags and came around the counter, holding them out to me. “The gentleman on the phone said you are to take these straight to the car and go home. He said he would call you shortly.” Still in shock, I nodded numbly and muttered a thank you to the girl before turning and scurrying out of the store as fast as I could without drawing attention to myself.

In the car, I tossed the bags on the passengers seat and let out the breath that I had been holding. I ran my fingers through my hair and glanced at myself in the rearview mirror – I looked flustered, I thought and then looked back at the pile of bags on the seat beside me. Curiosity got the best of me and I reached towards one of the bags just as my phone rang. Checking the call display, I answered appropriately, “Hello Master,” and I awaited your response.

I didn’t have to wait long and if I thought that you may have calmed down some, I realized immediately that I was mistaken. Your terse voice sounded sharp and filled with a dangerously controlled anger. “Now you listen to me, bitch,” you began, “You are to go home this instant and DO NOT look at anything until you get there. You have been pushing your limits lately. Obviously, I have allowed you too much freedom and it is time to remind you of who and what you are. Do you understand me?”

"Yes Master,” I answered immediately, not wanting to anger you further.

“Good,” you continued. “And when you get there, I expect you to open those packages. Put on all of the clothing and accessories you find. Display all of the other instruments in the playroom. I will be home at 4:30 and I expect you to be finished following these instructions and kneeling inside the door with your leash in one hand and a cold beer for me in the other. Am I clear?”

I swallowed. “Yes Master.”

“And make sure that there are no boxes and bags lying around, slut. I want my home clean when I arrive home for the evening.” That was your final command before I heard the click of you hanging up the phone. I glanced at the clock in the dashboard and realized I would have to hurry to meet your requests. I started the car and sped towards home.