In Public
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Anya tried to keep her heart from hammering. She kept telling herself that, for all anyone knew, she was just an ordinary tiger, accompanying her ordinary tiger husband on an ordinary trip to the ordinary shopping mall to buy an ordinary skirt. (Actually, given that it was the mall, the skirt was probably designer-labeled and marked up to three times its normal price. Not that ordinary, in retrospect.) But besides the skirt, everything about them and their visit should seem perfectly ordinary. No one would suspect that the name she used with her husband most often was "Master," not "Blake," or that the necklace she wore was actually a symbol of ownership or that he had promised that they would be doing something "in public" for the very first time today. No one could have known any of that. So why was her heart beating so hard?
Her Master took a sharp right turn into one of a dozen clothing stores that lined the halls. She followed submissively, two steps behind on his left side, as he plucked a few items seemingly at random from the shelves and then wandered to the changing rooms at the back. The one worker at the store was a short antelope, and she glanced up expectantly as they approached.
Master handed the clothes back to Anya, but leaned over the counter, voice slightly hushed and asked, "Would it be all right if I joined her?" He held up a hand and wiggled his ring finger to show off the golden band.
The antelope smiled and nodded, holding out a hand towards the changing rooms. She couldn't have known. There was no way for her to know what was really happening. So why did the thought of being discovered both thrill and terrify her?
Anya felt her heart beating so hard she could hear it in her ears as she stepped behind Master into the room. He closed the door and slid the ill-fitting latch into place. Then he leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Everything off, slave."
Anya's fingers trembled as they obeyed. She was used to stripping on command, but at home, not out in public as it were, not with someone she didn't know barely more than ten feet away. It didn't help either that Master had selected a particularly tight outfit that clung to her fur and made it hard to take off.
Once she was done, she let her gaze fall down to the floor as she stood, quivering ever so slightly, wearing nothing but the necklace. Inside her, the sublime pleasure of doing exactly as she was told began to win in its war against the fear of being discovered.
He placed a hand on her spine, stroking down to the tailbase. "Good girl," he whispered. He slid the finger around the tail, along a buttock and beneath it, drawing the dull side of a claw up along her exposed pussy. "Be careful. If you so much as purr, she's likely to hear it."
The tiger bit her lip and clenched a fist and held her ears flat against her skull as his finger began to push into her, worming its way in. Every time it seemed like she would call out, his finger froze inside her. Once his finger was all the way in, he caressed along the length of her tail with his free hand to calm her. Then he began to pull the finger out and she trembled anew.
Thankfully he only thrust into her the one time. If he had done it twice, she was sure she would have moaned loud enough to be heard in the next shop over.
"Good slave," he cooed in her ear as he held the damp finger up to her lips for her to clean, which she did diligently.
She took a deep, centering breath to help herself relax, telling herself that it was over and she had done well.
But then he reached down and picked up her handbag from the floor and her bra and panties, and in somewhat showy fashion solely for her benefit, folded the undergarments and placed them into the handbag, closing it with a snap.
Oh god, she thought. Was he really going to do this?
"Everything else back on," he said in that clipped fashion he got when he expected absolute obedience.
Quietly Anya stepped back into her pants and pulled them up, then tried tugging the shirt down over her head. She was immediately aware of why he had chosen just those items for their visit to the mall. It wasn't just how tight they were, but the particular kind of fabric, which slid so tantalizingly over her nipples and now quite slick vulva. She bit her lip as she finished gtting everything in place and stood at attention again.
He placed a hand on her back and whispered in her ear, "Are you okay with going out?"
She took stock of how she was feeling, how she was really feeling. Her heart hadn't stopped racing, but it wasn't the primary feeling in her mind. "I'd like to go home, sir."
He lifted an eyebrow.
"Right to the... the you know... the basement. As fast as we can. If you break few speed limits on the way, that would be perfectly fine with me."
The other tiger got a grin on his face that had as much lust in it as she was feeling right then. "All right. Let's get you home."
They stepped out of the changing room, Anya taking her customary position two steps behind Master as he handed the items he had picked up back to the antelope. "Thank you, but I don't think we'll be buying anything."
The antelope took the clothes and set them aside, smiling. "I didn't expect you would. It's always good to see you again, Blake," and she turned and gave a wink to Anya that told her she had known everything all along.