(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kApto83SZK4/TLNrnZH6WCI/AAAAAAAAK7o/Nybz6Z4xpFM/s1600/rhys_ifans.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Phillipe Creaux</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Various Shops<br/><strong>With:</strong>Ietje van Leeuwen<br/><br/><hr/><br/>In the third clothing store for the day, with him desiring her to be absolutely perfect for when he walked her around the city. Today he was thinking that he may very well put her in something that she would have worn when she was free but then there would also be a kind of pleasure that he could take from her dressing conservative on the outside while being very sexy underneath. His eyes had a glow at the thought of her having so much trouble to act proper without the ability to back talk or fight. This nearly prompted a laugh, he was sure she would try to talk back but she knew that there were going to be consequences for such actions.<br/><br/>Phillipe went over to the aisle with a black business skirt that stopped just before her knees, he handed it to her before walking across to where they had a white dress shirt that had long sleeves. "This with some stockings, four inch black heels, a nice updo and I am sure you would look like quite the professional woman. Oh wait, you prefer something that shows off skin don't you? It is not going to happen today." He told her with a smirk as he handed her all of the clothes. "We will take these up to the front and then buy them from here we will get your hair done and then proceed about our daily business."<br/><br/>Their daily business was usually a luncheon with someone whose money he handled in the area to give them a report of some kind. If not that then he would to see if there was any menial job she could do for the day for her upkeep or even some pony training since he had to do that at least twice a week to keep her in good shape for competition though he usually ran her three times a week to ensure her amazing performance at the races.<br/><br/>When he went up to the store clerk, the collared girl smiled at him knowing that he was buying his slave something to wear just as he usually did. He pulled out his card which the girl quickly swiped before it was handed back to him. "All is well, Sir. Shall I be seeing you tomorrow?" He looked to her and shrugged. "All depends on how I feel like dressing her." He replied with a smile.<br/><br/>"Dressing room." He told her as he walked over to them holding the door open for her to get in and change like she was expected to.