I’ve been a very good, obedient girl, and so you’ve bought me a present. A new toy. One of those double balls meant to help with Kegels. You watch me take it out of the box, and tell me to put it in my pussy.
I’m not really wet yet, so I put the balls in my mouth to lubricate them, and then spit into my hand and rub that on my pussy to help slide them in. You tell my to put on a pair of panties, and then my jeans. You pick out a t-shirt for me, but don’t let me wear a bra. You tell me we’re going to the mall.
You declare that I need to buy new jeans, and you take me to every clothing store in the mall, and force me to try on everything they have in my size. All the time I’m getting wetter and wetter from the balls in my pussy, and there’s a bigger and bigger slick spot seeping through my panties, getting every pair of jeans I try on damp.
After we’ve been in the mall for at least two hours you finally decide on a pair you like. They are super tight, and the seam creeps in between my ass cheeks, and is starting to give me a bit of a camel toe in front. You tell the clerk I’d like to wear them home, and as I’m walking back to the change room you hand me your jacket along with the bag with the jeans inside, and tell me when I come back I should have taken off everything I’m wearing, and only put on the things you’ve given me.
I come back out wearing the super tight new jeans, and your jacket, with my old jeans, my t-shirt, and my soaking wet panties in the shopping bag. You can smell them really strongly, and if you look closely you can already begin to see the jeans getting darker where they are digging into my slippery cunt.
You take me back home, and immediately tie me spread eagle to the bed, and work my new, and newly soaked, jeans partway down my thighs. You reach in and pull out the balls that I’ve been wearing for you, make me lick them clean, and then you stuff my soiled panties into my mouth.
And there you leave me: tied up on the bed, gagged, and half dressed.