Shopping.
Ahph had decided to ignore the question his new slave had asked until they had managed to walk out of the slave house. To keep James close to him, he let his hand rest upon the slave's neck, holding him in a firm but oh so gentle hold as they walked, "To answer your question, yes. I want you to walk around with an erection tight in your pants. These clothes leave little to the imagination as it is, and we're going to get you some new things. After all, I can't have you living like you are in my home. We're going to be in the city for several weeks, if not months, but in the mean time, you'll have training and other obligations that I will want you to fulfill. One of the things you'll be trained of is your obedience. So, the first order you have is to keep your erection but if you orgasm, you will be in severe trouble." Ahph smirked. The walk wasn't far from the Pens to the shopping center, and that's where he led his boy. He debated what items to get him, aside from some nice clothes, both important clothes and clothes that Ahph could rip off of his boy. He thought about it for a long moment as he directed James in through the front of the shopping center and towards a store that promoted the fancier clothes of long, wonderful colored ball gowns and tuxedos. Ahph pondered for a long moment on what color would suit James, but he figured he'd let his boy decide; a small bit of freedom for a boy forced into eternal slavery with Ahph. "I have an obligation in a few days for a party I will attend. It is a black tie event, and both master and slave should dress the part. I am thinking I will bring you along, but it is truly up to you. If you decide to forgo the party, I will keep you in the apartment and locked up so you can't escape while I am around. If you decide you do wish to go, well, we'll purchase you a nice tuxedo now, so that you will not be rushing at the last minute to get your suit together," Ahph explained all of this as they walked into the store, and towards the men's section. Ahph's tall structure was never going to fit any of these suits, and it was another reason why he had come here: he was picking up a custom made suit that had just recently arrived. Looking over James' body, erection faltering a little, Ahph gave a pleasant smile, "What color should our ties be, my lovely James? Perhaps a royal purple to show the status of my family name and your status as my pet? Or maybe a gorgeous, dazzling blue that brings out the highlights of our eyes?" he asked, curious as to what James would say. He led his boy into a section of full piece suits, which included the vest and a stark white undershirt, and he browsed around, pondering which size James would need.
