shopping with the maid

Shopping expedition

dominant wife, submissive husband“So Darling, I’ve decided to take Mady shopping. I have a few things to pick up and I think it will do us all good to have a day out.”

I was, as I usually am when Hannah gives her instructions, standing in my corner, naked, my cock in its cage and my nose pressed in the gusset of Hannah’s gorgeous high waisted black lace panties.

“Mady has your outfit laid out and after your shower you can get dressed and give the car a quick wash.”

I did as I was told and, to my relief, my shopping outfit was not too embarrassing. I am used to wearing a high waisted panty-girdle – I actually rather like how it smooths everything out. Stockings under trousers are a bit warm but nothing to worry about. Again, I am used to having to wear a bra even though I know it shows a little under some clothes. Mady had put out a pretty lace, front closure bra in a small cup size with little breast forms. A nice pair of grey trousers with a side zip and front pleats along with a loose fitting cable knit sweater and a pair of low heeled black loafers. As ever, Hannah likes me to look androgynous in public. And, I saw, to add to the effect, a little black clutch bag which, I realized, I was going to be expected to carry. Oh well. I dressed and went downstairs to wash Hannah’s car.

Hannah likes to drive and drives very well. I have my licence but am not allowed to drive except when Hannah is tired or on errands for which I use my own old truck which is limited to 50 miles per hour. Hannah has a gorgeous older V8 BMW in a soft silver with a hint of lilac. I keep it very clean and well vacuumed. It was a gorgeous day and it was fun to take a break from the computer screens of work and actually do a bit of manual labour. I simply rinsed the body and then micro fibered the car dry. A little detailing on the wheels and Back to Black on the tires and the car sparkled.

Just in time. Hannah and Mady came out looking brilliant. Hannah had on a lovely, vintage look, ladies two piece suit in a grey Chanel tweed. Mady was wearing a black, full cut, pleated skirt with a vintage pale pink cashmere sweater set. Both ladies were in nude stocking and where Hannah wore a small heel, Mady wore an optimistic three inch patent leather pump. If I had to hazard a guess, Mady was corseted with her breasts supported but uncovered under her thin cashmere sweater, my darling Hannah was not likely wearing a corset as she finds they interfere with her driving. A puff of cool wind confirmed my suspicions as to Mady: her nipples popped up beautifully. I opened Hannah’s door and after she slipped in, went around to open Mady’s. I then opened my own door to the back seat. As she always does, Hannah handed me her bag and Mady did the same. When we were out, I carried Hannah’s bag as well as my own if any. Apparently I’d be carrying Mady’s as well.

Off we went for the half hour drive from our house to the outskirts of the city. Hannah has a few shops she likes to visit all of which are in a pretty little village-like suburb. Hannah and Mady chatted in the front of the car about a few things which Hannah needed and where they would have lunch. The ignored me until we reached our destination. Hannah parked and I pooped out holding their bags and my own to open first Hannah’s and then Mady’s door.

“Ma’am,” said Mady reverting to her more deferential form of address as we were in public, “I have to say that I’ll always have my husband carry my bag. It’s so perfect.”

“It is dear. And he has money and my cards in his bag so he’ll take care of our purchases and carry those as well. Plus, and you need to remember this, he carries anything we want to try on and will hand us what we want in the changing room. All the stores we go to today have seen us shopping so there is no problem. But first, I think an espresso. Elliot, I will have a double. Mady?”

“A double as well.”

I held Hannah’s chair as she settled herself on the patio and then went in and got the coffees. Hannah had not told me to get anything myself which meant I didn’t. I took the coffees out to the ladies table.

“Thank you dear.” said Hannah, “Now there is a bench just over there by that tree. You go and wait there.”

I did as I was told.

Twenty minutes later, perked up by their coffees, Hannah and Mady walked by. “Come on dear. The shops await.”

Our first stop was a rather nice ladies shop where Hannah has been shopping for years. I followed the two women around the store and they picked out a couple of outfits each. I put the straps of their bags over my arm and carried the outfits to the changing rooms. I handed Hannah the two skirts she had selected and she disappeared behind the curtain. On the other side, Mady was going to try on a very nicely fitted woolen dress. I handed it to her and she disappeared behind her curtain. The sales girl had gone off to fold sweaters when I heard Hannah.

“Elliot, come here please.”

I went behind the curtain and saw my sweet Hannah in her new skirt having stepped out of her girdle which was neatly folded on the bench.

“Come her and kneel darling. Yes right there. Now, let’s see if this skirt will acomodate you when I want my pleasure. Get to work.” said Hannah smiling.

I slipped her panties to one side and began to lick her sweet pussy. Long, deep, ice cream kisses. I knew what my lovely, wet wife enjoyed on those rare occasions she took her pleasure semi-publically. I could feel her wetness letting down and I had to be careful not to make too much noise as I licked and sucked and even bit a little. When I am licking Hannah I keep going until she tells me to stop. I have no idea how long I was under her new skirt but, at last, reluctantly, she said.

“Lovely darling. We’ll continue at home. But now I think you better see how Mady is getting along.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said licking her sweet juice from my lips and wondering what to do with the glistening on my chin. I stood up and stepped outside Hannah’s changing room. I leaned into the curtain of Mady’s cubicle and asked quietly, “How are you making out Miss?”

“Fine, I think. Will Madame need me in the next few minutes?”

“I don’t think so Miss. She seems to have everything well in hand. She’ll likely want help with her stockings. She’ll call.”

“Good, step in here elliot.”

“Yes Miss.” Again I stepped through the curtain to a small changing room. Mady was standing with her dress half way on, her lovely pink nipples hard as pebbles in the slightly cool air of the changing room.

“This dress was not designed to take into account a corset. But it is such a bother to unlace and relace. So I want you to help me get it on.”

“Yes Miss.” It was not all that difficult to work the dress up and over the corset but it would have been nearly impossible for Mady to do it on your own. At last it was done and I zipped Mady into the stretchy knit.

“See, I knew it would fit. Now, I heard Madame across the way testing her skirt for accommodation. Very sensible. I’ll see if this dress will be suitable. Down you go.”

Once again I found myself pushing aside a pair of, in this case, white lace panties and repeated my oral attentions to Miss Mady’s delicious pussy. As with Hannah which I lick Mady I keep going until told to stop. Mady’s flavours are still very new to me and the combination of my wife’s lingering taste and Mady’s new moisture was delightful. I could feel my cock erecting in its little cage. I was just sucking on Mady’s pretty little bud when I heard Hannah call her.

“Duty calls.” she said. “Now help me out of this dress and I attend to Madame. We’ll be taking this dress. It’s admirably suited to my requirements.”

“Yes Miss.” I took the dress out of her cubicle and waited until Mady was finished helping Hannah with her girdle and stockings. They came out of the cubicle and Hannah handed me one of the skirts. “I think this one is perfect. Mady, how did yours suit you.”

“Ideal madame. Fits snugly in the waist but the flair let elliot pleasure me.”

“Good to know dear. Since he has been servicing us both I have to say his already excellent oral skills have improved. A lot.”

“Well I was glad you called…I was much too close to the edge for comfort.”

They left the store enjoying their discussion and oblivious to the salesgirls’ obvious interest in what they were saying. She turned to me. “Will these be all sir?”

“Yes thank you.”

The salesgirl rang up the purchases and I reached in my bag for Hannah’s credit card which the salesgirl put through.

“Thank you Sir. And if I may say so, I think you are very lucky to be serving two such attractive women. I know your wife of course, but to have a maid to serve as well. Lucky you.”

“I am lucky.”

“You certainly are. If I ever get married I am going to have a good long chat with your wife about how to train a husband to be just like you.