Permanent Stay in Mastersville Part 2

Just how normal everyone in town considered Mistress' behavior became clear to me when she stopped the car in front a shop on Main Street. Mistress opened the door and helped me stand before leading my by the cock towards the shop. On the sidewalk she met a couple of old ladies and engaged in a short conversation. Neither lady seemed to really notice me before one of them spoke: "I see that you have caught a new one Inga? Are you going to turn this one into a shemale slave as well or will you be going with a more traditional faggot theme?" I was shocked that such dear old lady would speak like that, but Mistress seemed to think it perfectly normal and replied: "Well actually it was the sheriff who caught this one. He was kind enough to lead her to my door.

You know he has one in training himself at the moment, so he was kind enough to bring this bitch to me. And yes, I am going to go with the sissy theme with this one." The old ladies nodded as Mistress continued: "In fact I am taking her to the doctor, but I wanted to stop by Heinrich first." She nodded towards the shop, "Heinrich Meister - shoes for every occasion". "Heinrich has the best eye in town for how much tit the little shits can handle and still be sellable." I reeled at this and tried to pull away while I called out behind my gag. The leash didn't allow me to get very far away and before Mistress could react one of the little old ladies held my balls in a vice grip. "I will tolerate no shenanigans from you girl," she informed me with an icy stare and squeezed my balls viciously. I tried screaming, but I had no air left in my lungs as the pain enveloped me and I felt my legs giving in. Mistress, however, would have none of it. She grasped me by the neck and sneered into my face: "Don't you dare fall slave. I'll whip your skin off if you do." The promise of more pain helped me focus and I managed to stay on my feet and remain absolutely quiet for the rest of their conversation. While they spoke several people passed us. None cast more than a cursory glance at me and all greeted Mistress like a dear old friend. It seemed perfectly normal to have slaves in this town.