Special thanks to Kenji for his help with editing.
Project 2222 Grocery Store Games.
I am grocery shopping today with my husband and my master's co-worker's new wife. She's being punished, and I must watch, knowing it could easily be my turn next just because he wants it. I am wearing the outfit, if you can call it that, my husband picked out for me like a good little wife.
It consists of a sheer white apron, my pierced tits displaying a pendant made of the words 'cum here', dangling from them. I'm sure my 36-I, as in ice, tits will be dripping strangers' cum by the time our shopping trip is done. I have on a very special pair of locking underwear, a chastity belt, if you will; except, it has a large dildo inside the front and a slightly smaller one in the back.
My loving husband helps me with the device before leaving for work. He stuffs the dildos into my holes, saying, "Your slutty holes won't tempt others if they are already full. I'd better lock you into them, too."
He smacks my pierced nipples, then tugs on the words hanging from them. "You are gonna look amazing cum stained."
And, of course, my collar is still there, glowing red, but with a strange black pattern I hadn't seen before.
He catches me staring at it. "It means off limits with an exception-- your tits are fair game."
I finish doing my hair and makeup, putting on a pair of impractical high black heels. The doorbell rings. I open the door, and a 20-something blonde Barbie of similar proportions stands. Her lips are painted bright red and appear to be oversized. She is wearing too much makeup, the kind girls at strip clubs or hookers wear.
Her clothes are even more shocking; she is wearing the smallest micro-bikini I have ever seen. It is neon green and is a string with small hearts, the size of postage stamps, over her nipples. Her 32-DDD tits are perfectly round and stick straight out. The string of her bottoms covers even less; it goes in between her pert butt cheeks and tucks nicely between her labia, really accenting her pussy.
"Hi," she says, bubbly. "My name is Candi."
"I'm Chrissy," I reply, making a face. It's not my given name, but a nickname that my husband insists I use.
Candi's collar is black with a red pattern. She notices me staring at the collar.
"It means they can do whatever they want, but can't come in my cunt. My husband is trying to breed me. I'm naughty and haven't gotten knocked up yet. He says if I don't learn my lesson this time, my cunt will be open to the public."
The exact opposite of mine. This is going to be an interesting shopping trip. The car arrives to take us to the supermarket. I am grateful that my wonderful husband has sent us a car, public transportation with someone who's in punishment would take much longer.
We both have lists of items we could purchase and could only get, as women need their husbands' permission to make any purchases. We don't need much, as this is more of a punishment than an actual task, as maids typically do the shopping.
We go to get a cart. "Great, we need a quarter. I don't suppose you have one, Candi?"
A man in his mid-50s, wearing a polo shirt and a green apron with the store's logo, approaches the girls. "Can I help you, sluts? Are you too dumb to figure out a grocery store cart?"
"We don't have a quarter," Candi whined.