Window Shopping

Master had an unexpected plan the other day. Shayla had no idea of it until Maste told her to get ready 'we're going somewhere' So she got herself together and we were out the door. As is typical, Master didn't tell her what his plan was. She simply kept quiet and enjoyed the ride with her Master. For her, that would have been enough.

It wasn't long before Master pulled into a movie theater. He and shayla had both been curious about the movie, 'Robot', and Master decided to appease his curiosity. Admittedly, it felt a little odd, going to watch a movie with him. Master normally gets his fill of crowds & so forth at his work, and avoids them unless he as to. But, this was an early afternoon showing, so there were few people there anyhow. The movie was better than expected, though how Master made himself comfortable wasn't quite what shayla would have expected. Leaned back, towards shayla, his hand slipped between her thighs and resting near her crotch. Very comfortable. Shayla could have sat there all day like that, even after the movie.

When it was over, we got back on the freeway headed away from home. Master had an idea or two. We talked about the movie while we headed towards the downtown area, stopping in front of an old 3-storey building. Master and shayla got out, went in, and up to the 3rd storey. Turns out that this was the building in which Master had originally wished to live when shaya joined him. An old building, with ceilings perhaps 13 feet high, and a great amount of space in the units. As it was, they were all locked, and Master was unable to contact anyone to let us in so that Master could show shayla what he'd spoken about to her months ago. For shayla, this is one of the more interesting things about having joined her Master. Seeing places he's spoken of and spent time in, meeting the people that have been so important to him that he's talked about before shayla came to him. So we piled into the truck and headed home.

On the way Master pulled into a furniture store that shayla has been wanting to snoop in since she arrived. We'll be moving in 2- 3 months and Master is toying with the idea of acquiring some new furniture for the new place. As it happened, we went to the bedroom sets first. A little bit of browsing and, predictably enough, a salesman comes to offer his assistance. Shayla kept quiet, paid attention, and gave her opinions as they were requested while Master and the salesman, Jim, if memory serves correctly, exchanged the usual man-to-man small talk. Men are such interesting creatures to observe during these little exchanges. Jim, being used to the woman of a pair having more say in things, would regularly ask shayla for her opinion, preferences, and so forth. Each time she deferred to her Master poor Jim got a puzzled look on his face.

It got even more interesting when we migrated from the bedroom sets to the mattresses (a logical choice). By then Jim'd learned not to ask shayla her opinion. But what struck shayla as being funny was when Master was trying one of the mattresses. Neither one of us gave the exchange much thought until after it was over. He was laying on a mattress, looked at shayla, snapped his fingers and pointed to the space next to him. Often, when Master and shayla are at home, he will summon her to him from another area of the room in that way, pointing to where he wishes her to be. So she didn't give it a second thought, simply obeyed without thinking. It wasn't until she'd lain down as he'd instructed that she realized how such an exchange would appear to someone who is not in a lifestyle such as this. A glance at Jim confirmed her suspicions. A look of surprise and puzzlement on his face before he suppressed it.

A few moments later it was even cuter to shayla. Jim had asked something about what shayla would prefer. She didn't say a word, simply listened while her Master told Jim, 'she ain't got no say in what's picked' (Her memory sucks. I actually said, "It ain't up to her." - MLD)(Master's all Texan, don't let the grammar fool you for an instant). Jim perhaps only then got a real glimmer of how Master's and shayla's relationship worked. Of course, shayla's collar, which Master'd had her wear that day, would have made such a fact more easily figured out. It seemed that Jim understood enough of how our relationship worked to stop asking shayla's preferences. Not that shayla minded being asked, but simply that she would not have any say in the final decision. Allowed to give an opinion on what she thought would work, but not to influence the final outcome.

The remainder of the time spent in the store we browsed through what they had. Singling out various chairs, dressers and armoires. Shayla spent almost as much time looking at furniture as she did paying attention to what caught her Master's eye. The man's got good taste.

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