Once Becky had made the right choice Cynthia instructed shop-girl to find matching socks and shoes for her student, and to then choose a few items for Denise and add them to those the enslaved attendant had already picked out for Cynthia herself.
"Pack those for us, shop-girl," she commanded her willing thrall, to which shop-girl immedaitately complied with a happy smile. When the once snarky woman had finished packing the bags, Cynthia added, "Now, I'm sure you can let us have them for free, to make amends for your rude attitude earlier and to thank us for being such good customers.
"Oh, of course, Mistress," shop-girl replied, bowing her head in apologie to both Cynthia and Becky. "I'm really sorry for earlier, Mistress Cynthia, and to you Miss Becky," shop-girl lifted her gaze to Becky and gave her a sincere smile. She couldn't deny she was envious of the redhead for Cynthia's clear favouring of her over shop-girl herself, but shop-girl also knew that her Mistress would not approve of any ill-will, "I hope this makes up for any upset I caused."
"Uh... sure," Becky answered in confusion, picking up the bag containing her discarded uniform and a couple of bags with Miss May's new dresses inside. She had been so wrapped up in following Miss May's instructions that she hadn't even noticed Tabitha's attitude when they walked in.
"That's a good girl," Cynthia praised the reformed saleswoman. As a reward, while taking two bags of her own in one hand, Cynthia reached up and teased one of her slave's exposed nipples with the other, making shop-girl shiver and gasp in delight. "Now, I want you to carry the rest of those bags to the door for me," the teacher said, now removing her phone from the bag carrying her work clothes, "I need to make a quick phone call."
"Yes, Mistress," shop-girl cooed, picking up the last few bags and almost gliding her way to the door on her pleasure enduced high. Everything was right in shop-girl's world.
After tapping in Denise's number, Cynthia followed her thrall with Becky in tow, eager to discover how her first pet had been getting on with her new plaything.
Denise: Mmmm~ Hello?
Cynthia: Why, hello, my naughty princess. How's my favourite teacher been getting on with her new toy?
Denise: Oh, hello, my darling! We've had such a glorious day! I've given my new doll a lovely make over, and right now she's giving me a pedicure of sorts. Hehe~ Her tongue tickles. Oh and we moved into my old boss's rooms, you won't believe how much bigger they are than mine!
Cynthia: Why doesn't that surprise me? Honestly, sometimes I feel like having a word with the principal about the unjust favouritism shown in that school. In any case, I'm glad you've had fun, I'm just out shopping and should be with you in half an hour or so... Oh, by the way, I'm bringing you a very special present, so I think it would be best if you packed Diana away before I get there. Oh, and wear something sweet and floaty. Chao~.
Denise: Mmm, I can hardly wait. Goodbye, my love.
"Hehe, that girl never ceases to amuse me," Cynthia mused after hanging up the phone. Finding herself standing in front of an obediently waiting shop-girl, the hypnotic domme decided she would need to leave the girl a lifeline to throw after they left. Lowering her glasses, Cynthia took direct control of the ravenhead's thoughts once more, "Okay, shop-girl, after Becky and I leave, this is what I want you to do..."