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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by psspss...)

The following weekend, your girlfriend takes you to the mall to shop for some new clothes. Lingerie, to be specific. She wants it to be special — she’s taking you to Victoria’s Secret.

“Don’t forget to wax your body, okay?” Rachel tells you one morning, “I want you nice and smooth before we go shopping.”

As she pulls up into a parking spot, she turns and asks you with a grin, “Ready, Ross?” Before you can reply, she kisses your cheek and says, “You need to do one more thing before we buy your clothes. You need to lock your little dick up in this chastity cage, okay?” She takes out a little pink cage and hands it to you.

“Do I really need to do this?” you ask her softly.

“Aw,” she purrs, “it’s cute when you try and pretend you don’t want this. Now hurry up.”

Rachel steps out of the car and smokes a cigarette while waiting for you. You somehow put on the cage in the car and step outside, nodding to her that you’re ready. She holds her hand out. You give her the key. She smiles.

You follow her into the mall and to the lingerie shop. She’s looking really hot today — wearing a sexy white dress that hugs her figure and shows off her assets.

“Is your clit hard in its cage for me, baby?” she asks you while you both stand on the escalator upwards.

“Uh huh,” you reply.

Rachel whispers, “It’s so obvious how much you love being humiliated, Ross. Little dick. Shrimpy. Fucking worm.”

You hate that she’s right.

You both walk into the lingerie store. She encourages you to browse and find something you like, but you’re shy. You’re not sure you want to be seen here, browsing through women’s underwear. Noticing your shyness, she tells you, “Step up and pick some options. Or I’ll expose you to this whole fucking store.” You immediately start browsing in earnest. You pick a few options and show it to her. “Good slut,” she says. You both walk to the changing rooms. The assistant looks at you two questioningly, and your girlfriend reassures her, “It’s okay! He’s my boyfriend.”

When you’re both in the changing room and the curtain is securely drawn, your girlfriend turns to you and says, “Alright, baby. Strip for me!” You eagerly take your clothes off, and stand in front of her wearing nothing but your chastity cage. Rachel gulps with arousal and runs a hand through her hair. “So sexy,” she says, caressing your smooth skin.

She tosses a pair of lace red panties to you and says, “Try these on, slut.” You put them on and look at them in the mirror. She gives your butt a little spank, and hands you some stockings. “Now these,” she whispers.

In a few minutes, Rachel has you dressed all over in sexy, feminine lingerie. She looks you over and starts rubbing herself between her legs. “Look at you,” she says, her voice now dripping with disdain and arousal, “such a fucking pathetic slut bitch for me. This is what you really are, aren’t you? Fucking whore.” She pins you against the wall and kisses you deeply, passionately. She pushes you down to your knees and shoves your face into her damp, hot pussy. You start eating her out over her panties. Rachel grinds against you erratically and hungrily. In moments, you can feel her quiver and cream her panties against your panting red face.

She steps away with a satisfied, red-faced smile and adjusts her hair and dress. “Get up, idiot,” she says, “we’re buying the lot. Change back into your stupid guy clothes.”

You change back into your clothes and put all the lingerie in the bag. You two walk out together. At the cash register, your girlfriend says, winking at the last word, “This is on me. A ltitle gift for my… boyfriend.”

“Alright, ma’am! And the customer’s name?” the cute short-haired sales girl asks, “This is for the membership card.”

Rachel tells her your name. She looks back quizzically. Your girlfriend replies calmly, “That’s right, that’s him, my boyfriend. These are all for him to wear. Isn’t that right? Tell her, honey.”

Your cheeks burning, you say, “Um, yes. That’s right. These are for me.”

You can see the sales girl trying her best not to burst into laughter as she types in the details. Your girlfriend notices this too, and goes on, “We’ll buy him a nice little skirt next. What do you think?”

The sales girl, smirking, replies, “Oh yeah. Sounds… sexy.”

As you both walk away, you can hear her burst into peals of laughter.

Back in the car, your girlfriend pulls you into another fierce kiss. “I love you so much, baby!” she says, “that was so hot, what we did in there… thank you so much!” She tears her panties off, straddles your lap and starts grinding against your lap.

“Can you please unlock me?!,” you breathlessly ask her, “I want to fuck you so bad!”

She grins and says, “Oh, is that so?! You’ve been a good girl for me today, but… it’s so much fun watching you squirm like a little bitch for me! Should I reward you now, or make you suffer a little more?”