As they approached the entrance to their favourite clothes store, Samantha slowed to a standstill. Frowning, Victoria came to a halt too. “What’s up?”

“You can’t come in with me,” Samantha said, smiling. “I’m buying certain things that you’re not allowed to know about just yet...”

Victoria raised an eyebrow. “Would this have anything to do with the fact that my birthday is in a couple of weeks?”

“Well, if it did, I couldn’t possibly tell you!”

Victoria chuckled. “Alright. I guess I can go hang out in one of the other stores and meet you af-”

“Stay.”

The submissive felt a chill run through her - a cold, paralysing sensation, rushing through her and down to her legs. The thick collar around her neck - hidden from public view by her pink fluffy turtleneck - suddenly felt twice as heavy.

“Yes, Mistress,” she found herself mumbling, her eyes wide.

Samantha was wearing her signature devious grin. “Good girl. Now, you’re going to wait right here until I come back. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Vicky whispered again.

“Very good girl.” Her Mistress darted forwards and kissed her quickly on the lips, gazing adoringly into her eyes. “I won’t be long, my love.”

And with that, she turned and strolled into the store, chuckling quietly.

Victoria was left standing outside in the mall, gaping after her. Seriously? She’s making me stand here, out in the open? That’s so hot - mean, that’s so mean...

She glanced around nervously, feeling exposed, surrounded by people walking back and forth, hoping none of them could see how stuck she was. She saw a bench only a few feet away and tried to will herself to go and sit down over there.

Her legs wouldn’t respond. It wasn’t that they couldn’t move - they weren’t frozen in place. She could still shift in position, adjust her feet, even turn on the spot. But she couldn’t move from the spot. It was like she didn’t want to move. But at the same time, she did. Gah!

Victoria rubbed at her upper neck, feeling quite literally hot under the collar. Having to wait, and stand in this spot in public, was bad enough. But, of course, because she was being controlled, she was getting horny. And now she had to struggle to conceal that as well - which was only turning her on more.

In a bid to distract herself, she fished her phone out of her pocket. At least I can scroll through Insta while I’m waiting...

She typed in the PIN - but was met with an ‘incorrect’ message. Blinking in surprise and annoyance, she tried again. When the ‘incorrect’ message appeared a second time, a fragment of memory drifted into her head.

She recalled kneeling at the feet of her Mistress that morning, holding out her phone. Samantha took it, played around with it for a bit, and then handed it back.

The cheeky bitch changed my PIN! Victoria smiled despite her frustration, sticking the useless device back in her pocket. She really does think of everything...

Resigning herself to being trapped, bored and horny, Victoria folded her arms, bit her lip, and stared into the store in front of her, waiting for any sign of her Mistress emerging. She hoped she wouldn’t be long. She hoped she took her home and fucked her. She hoped she’d let her cum this time - as a birthday treat...