Petsmart

Why was everyone staring at me? I was taking the bus to the pet store on Master's orders, and had some tasks to complete while there, but everyone was staring at me. I made a quick check of my marks: even under my mini skirt my rope was well concealed. The marks on my inner-thinghs were completely hidden, the words on each breast could not be seen, save for a momentary glimpse if I moved just right. Was it just the novelty of seeing a girl dressed in mini-skirt and tank top in the snow? Seemingly everyone in the bus was staring at me.

I departed the bus at the shopping center. Best Buy, Old Navy...a bunch of other stores of no consequence, and my destination: Petsmart.

The automatic door opened for me, and I walked in, snow falling from my shoe as I stepped inside. "umm...where can I find dog chains?" I asked of the cashier. A boy about my age. He seemed more interested in my nipples, poking through my tank top, but pointed me in the right direction. I couldn't believe the sheer number of collars, chains, leashes, seemingly hundreds. I reach out and grab a choke chain. I loosen it and slip it over my head. It's cold against my chest. Heavy. I man turns down the aisle and sees me wearing it. I feel a rush come over me, my face is turning bright red, I can sense it, but I don't say anything.

I put the chain back and grab a collar. Red. Again, I loosen it and slip it over my head. Two girls approach, no older than 12. "How does this look?" I ask. They just look at me, don't answer.

Moving down the aisle I grab another collar, I hold it gently waiting for another person to come down my aisle. Soon an old man is approaching me, at least 75 years old. He probably served in the military, I can't help but wonder what he thinks of me, do I remind him of a British prostitute he fucked 50 years ago? Do I remind him of his grand daughter? "Excuse me, sir," I say. "How do you think this would look on me?" I hold it up next to my face. He's confused.
"On you?"
"Yes."
"Oh...well, it would look good I suppose."
He is too sweet. Reminds me a little of my own grandpa (RIP). "What leash would go best with it?" I fit the collar over around my neck as he searches for a leash. I want to drop to all fours, have him lead me around the store on a leash...my rope working it's way deep into my cunt.
"This should work," he says. His words ripping me from my fantasy.
"Thank you," I say, taking it from his hand. I remove the collar from my neck and bring the items to the cash register. Handing them to the cashier he says "looks like somebody got a puppy for Christmas."
"No."
"Oh...you're dog's getting new stuff?"
"No."
"..."
What would my Master want me to say? My face turns bright red. "It's for me." I point to my tag: Puppy Girl. Can he see the words written just inches away from it? If so, would he know? would he understand? what would he think of me? what if he saw me pissing in my backyard yesterday?

He doesn't say another word, just rings up my items and takes my money.

Back at home I drop to my hands and knees as soon as I enter the house. I crawl to my room and take my clothes off. Back in my uniform: rope and marks. That's all i want to wear for the rest of my life. I get the urge to pee and head to the bathroom, but halfway there I turn and go towards the back door. I follow my tracks to the same spot from yesterday...still a yellow mark in the snow. This time there is no delay. It comes easily. Feels natural. I wipe my cunt off with snow and crawl back into the house.