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.
"Well, that I can help you with, I would be more than happy to pay you two a quarter to suck my cock. By the look of you two, I'm overpaying. Bet you two can't wait to get my cock meat in your mouths."
He takes out his phone and scans our collars to ensure he can proceed. There aren't a lot of laws for men, but touching someone's collared woman without his permission is strictly and harshly punished.
"Drop to your knees," he says, as he takes out his flaccid cock. "I think I will need a bit more to start the party. Take out your tits."
I untie my apron from around my neck, letting the sheer fabric drop around my waist. Candi pulls her tits out and above of her tiny micro-bikini.
"Kiss her, play with each other's tits."
Candi kisses me gently, and we softly rub each other's breasts. I know this wouldn't satiate the man, so I begin kissing her harder and squeezing her gorgeous fake tits, much to the delight of the small crowd of men gathered. Some of whom are already stroking their hard cocks.
"Enough." He grabs Candi's hair and pulls her mouth to his cock. I quickly join her in licking and sucking, paying particular attention to the shaft and balls. I can tell he is close to cumming, as his balls had tightened. He pulls out of Candi's mouth and shoots it all over my face. The remaining pumps go to my tits. A few of the other men join in, and soon my face and tits are dripping with cum.
He throws the quarter at my tits, and it sticks in the cum. "You need to clean that off before entering the store."
That, ugh, I hate it when they reduce me to an object; it's bad enough that I have to objectify myself for their pleasure.
Candi begins licking me clean.