Shopping


Princess stood still for the tattoo, marking her as Fred’s property, then started to feel drowsy. She didn’t know if it was just the stress wearing off or the usualy sylph reaction.

“Fred!” she called.

“Master,” he commanded. His whole mood changed once the ownership was ‘sealed,’ as it were, by the tattoo of his initials onto her shoulder blade.

“Oh, of course, Master,” she corrected. “I think I need to sleep for a bit.”

“That’s standard,” The asshole assured them both. She tried to ignore him. Fred nodded and looked around the store. He selected a very small carrier, placing it beside Princess. She examined the interior as he paid for the carrier and the registration fee.

It was pretty much a sedan chair, she thought. A box with just barely room for a throne. It was comfy enough, like a First Class seat on a jet plane. The windows sealed shut and looked to be at least a little bit soundproofed.

A notion struck her and she lifted the seat cushion. There was a well-appointed toilet there, with a tight leaf-shutter that closed it.

“Not too roomy, Fred,” she called.

“That’s part of the plan,” he said with a wink.

“Ah. Well, as long as there’s a plan.” She climbed in and sat down. The material wasn’t plastic or leather. She couldn’t quite identify it at this level, but at least it wouldn’t adhere to her sweaty ass cheeks.

Fred hung it like a necklace and walked out. It swung a bit until he discovered a tie-clip on the back.

She watched the world go past. This was quite a bit more comfortable than his pocket. But, she thought, inconveniently far from his cock and balls.

He walked down the street and the breezed whipped through the windows. She played around with the levers and found they could be open or covered by a Plexiglas sheet or an opaque cover.

She also learned that they could be opened from the outside. Every so often Fred would reach in the side window and stroke one of her breasts. She made sure to lean into his touch when he did.

The first place he went was a bank, where he withdrew from his savings. Then they went shopping.

There wasn’t a whole lot to choose from in Springwater, not for a sylph. She wondered how often Fred managed to get over to the mall in Twin Falls.

For now, he walked to several different stores at various points in Springwater. Over time, he got her some panties, a couple of bras (luckily asking her to verify the salesman’s claim of ‘one size fits all’ before purchase), and a fur coat.

Again, she was too small and too close to the fur to be sure what animal it came from, but she suspected rabbit. It was wonderfully soft and cozy, and sealed from nose to toes like a little furry sleeping bag.

“Is this a little extravagant?” she asked as she stepped out to try it on.

“Well, Mom keeps the house pretty chilly,” he said. “I think she seriously believes that she keeps better in the cold.”

Princess laughed at his little witticism. He did not. She closed up the fur coat and shivered.

They returned to the Registry for a standard toiletries pack, with toothbrushes, towels, toilet paper, and a depilatory crème, all designed for sylphs.

Then he looked at his watch. “Not worth going back to school for the last half-hour,” he judged. So they went home to Fred’s, and now Princess’, house.

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Index

78. Registry

80. Princess