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Subject: {ASSM} The Mall - Chap 1 of 5
Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2001 19:10:05 -0500
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Warning: It is illegal for you to read this story if you are under 18
years old.  If your under age 18 or it's illegal in your area to read adult 
material which includes bondage, sex, group sex, discipline or if you find 
this kind of material offensive - DON'T READ THIS STORY

This is my first attempt at writing for the public.  I'm really a full time 
submissive to a wonderful Master.  He has given me permission to write about 
my experiences and fantasies.  You would probably be surprised at how little 
fantasy this story contains.  Please let me know what you think.  Should my 
Master let me continue to write?  Reply to subLinda@hotmail.com

This material may be freely distributed and used by anyone of proper age and 
consent. Under no circumstance is it to used commercially or posted on web 
sites which charge any type of fee.


SubLinda


The Mall


Chapter One - Preparation

It's a beautiful Saturday in November and Master is taking his slave 
Christmas shopping at one of the larger malls in Southern California.  For 
most people this is a normal and enjoyable excursion, but as a slave I 
expect it will be a little different maybe embarrassing or even humiliating. 
  I met my Master at some friends' wedding and have spent the past year 
being well trained to please him.  Master feels his slave is ready for an 
extended public appearance, but I am a little worried about pleasing him.  
It's very easy to be submissive and obedient at home or with others that 
have the same lifestyle, it's another thing entirely when you're in a public 
place.

My days begin with a one to two hour workout at the gym; Saturday's are no 
exception.  So shortly after rising, Master's slave is on her way to the 
gym.  This morning, I spend 30 minutes on the stair stepper, then 30 minutes 
in an advanced aerobics class, and finish up by working my legs, thighs, 
ass, and stomach. I am 23 years old, 5'9", a natural blond (Yes my bush is 
blond), and my measurements are 36d, 22, and 34.  My tits are real not 
implanted; my ass is rounded and tight above long shapely legs.  Master said 
I needed to include these statistics for those of you who like to know them.

Arriving home from the gym, I pull the car in the garage, but prior to 
entering the house I remove all my clothes.  I quickly sponge off at the 
garage sink, after putting on a leather collar and restraints for wrists and 
ankles; I step into 5" black high heels and enter the house.  My Master is 
sitting at the kitchen counter reading the paper and drinking coffee.  I 
walk to within easy reach of Master and stand patiently with my hands behind 
my back and legs spread wide.  Master finishes the article he is reading and 
reaches out to pull and stroke my sensitive nipples.  As my nipples begin to 
respond, he quickly snaps a clamp on each of them.  He then directs his 
attention to my exposed pussy lips, finding I am already wet.  He turns me 
around and binds my wrists together, then bends me over a stool right next 
to him.  I keep my legs spread very wide insuring he has maximum access to 
my pussy and ass.  While he continues to read the paper, his one hand is 
busy exploring my lower half.  Master is an expert at keeping me right on 
the edge of an orgasm.  By the time he is done his slave is very turned on 
and I push my soaking wet pussy against his hand in an attempt to achieve 
some relief.  Just as I begin to feel the first impulse of an orgasm, he 
stops and orders me to go shower and prepare myself for the day.

Master, releases my hands, but leaves the nipple clamps in place.  I quickly 
remove my restraints and head for the bathroom.  In the shower, Slave shaves 
her legs, underarms, pussy and around her tight asshole.  Master allows a 
small amount of closely trimmed triangular shaped blond hair on the front of 
my pussy, but the other parts had better not have even the hint of stubble.  
I fix my long blond hair and apply makeup.  Except for trips to the gym, 
Slave is never allowed to go out in public without a butt plug.  So I 
carefully insert a medium plug up my ass, making sure it is firmly seated.  
My nipples are getting quit tender from the clamps, but I know better than 
to touch them.  I step into my black high heels and leave the bathroom.

It's time to find out what Master wants me to wear for our shopping trip; so 
still naked I go to his study. He has me lie back on his desk and pull my 
legs up tightly to my chest. This gives Master uninhibited access to me as 
he closely inspects around my ass and pussy for any trace of stubble, 
finding none he has me remain in this position.  As Master strokes my pussy, 
he informs me that today I will be displayed for all to see.  There will be 
no part of me hidden from view and that I will be pushed to the limit.  
Between my training and his confidence in my absolute obedience Master is 
sure I will have no problem performing as expected.

Master directs me to open a box sitting on the chair next to his desk.  The 
box contains a white dress that looks terribly small and a pair of 6" white 
high heels.  Master tells me to put on the dress and heels and then stand in 
front of the mirror so he can see how it looks. The dress is extremely tight 
and forms to every curve of my shapely body.  My long legs are even 
shapelier with the 4" white stiletto heels and believe me every inch of them 
is on display.  The top has spaghetti straps, a very low neckline and laces 
to my waist.  Even tightly laced the top is too small to close completely 
and leaves a good amount of me exposed to the waist.  The tightly laced top 
molds to my breasts pushing them up and together leaving most of my tits 
exposed, with my nipples barely covered. To top it off the dress appears 
slightly see-through, my pink nipples are just barely visible, which means 
my pussy and ass are probably visible also, though I can't tell in the 
mirror.  As Master has promised anyone looking at me will see everything. 
Looking at myself in the mirror it crosses my mind that thought I am covered 
I am very exposed.

Coming up behind me Master reaches around and shows how easily my tits pop 
out of the top, he removes the clamp from each of my nipples.  Master has me 
attach gold clamping bands around each sensitive nipple.  The bands are 
tightened around my nipples, which will keep them swollen and extended until 
removed, he has me put my tits back in my dress.  He then has me put on a 
gold multi stranded choker chain collar, which has a small whip hanging from 
handcuffs at the front.  Though small these emblems of my servitude will be 
very recognizable to any one close.  He has me put on a pair of gold chain 
earrings and then he reaches over and attaches them to my chain collar.  
These simple gold chains really inhibit the movement of my head.  I can look 
down, but can only slightly move my head up, side to side, or lean it 
towards my shoulders without pulling on my pierced ear lobes.  My hair 
mostly hides them, but once again anyone near or looking closely can hardly 
miss them. The last items Master gives me are two strangely shaped titanium 
rings, he has me place one on each middle fingers.  Master realizes I am 
curious about these rings so he instructs me to turn placing my hands behind 
me.  He quickly pulls my hands together and gives my middle fingers a pull 
and twist.  My fingers are bound together, Master laughs and says; "try to 
get loose?"  I try twisting and pulling the rings but my fingers are bound 
together, I quickly realize these are very efficient bindings.

Master has me walk across the room so he can see how I look.  With each step 
the bottom of my barely covered ass peeks out. As I turn and see myself in 
the mirror, I am horrified to see my shaved pussy lips are exposed between 
my legs.  My tightly laced tits are more exposed than covered and my nipples 
poke the dress out like two cherries.  I have worn small bikinis to the 
beach and sexy clothes in public, but never have I felt so exposed.  I am 
very embarrassed knowing that soon I will be walking around a public mall 
dressed this way.  Master tells me we are now ready to go shopping.  He 
leads me out the front door with my hands still bound behind me.

As we walk to the car parked out front, I am glad we live on acreage and 
have no close neighbors.  Master opens the car door and then reaches behind 
me, another quick twist and pull free my hands.  Getting in the car, I reach 
down to pull my dress up; Slave is not allowed under any circumstances to 
sit on a skirt or dress in public or private. This dress is so short and 
tight that pulling the back up also uncovers my shaved pussy.  It's November 
but promises to be a beautiful warm day, so Master has removed the top on 
the corvette for the trip.  Every part of my life is structured, even how I 
ride in a car. I assume my traveling position with by dress up around my 
waist; I place one leg against the console and the other against my door.  
Thus I am sitting with my legs spread wide apart, anyone looking down has a 
clear view of my long legs and bared pussy.  My seat is also slightly tilted 
back to insure nothing interferes with the view.  I also have been 
instructed to keep my hands and arms positioned so they don't cover me. 
Traffic is moderate on the L.A. freeways, so the trip is very pleasant.  
During the trip Master keeps playing with my tits, nipples, and pussy.  When 
he isn't rubbing and fingering my wet horny fuckhole, he has me play with 
myself.  By the time we arrive at the mall, the constant stimulus and the 
thought of walking around in public nearly naked has Slave scared and horny 
as hell.

As always, Master parks the car some distance from the mall entrance in the 
hopes no one will dent or scratch it.  It also forces his slave to parade 
through the parking lot in the bright sunlight.  Master opens my door and I 
exit the car standing straight, shoulders back and tits stuck out, my dress 
is still up around my waist but I make no move to adjust it.  Master doesn't 
like to see women in short dresses constantly pulling and tugging at them, 
so I have been taught not to touch mine without his permission.  Master 
gives me a signal that I may adjust my dress; I quickly pull it down over my 
ass.  I can't help but look around to see who might have seen me standing 
there so exposed, but no one is near.  Master is fully aware that while it 
turns me on, my slutty exposure in public causes me great embarrassment.  
Master takes my arm and begins leading me towards the mail.

About half way to the entrance two couples are exiting a car, they are 
having a good time laughing and talking.  They fall in behind us, suddenly 
their conversation stops.  Then I hear a man say; "Now that dress is really 
short."  The other man laughs and says; "Yeah!  You can also see right 
through it.  I sure would like to see if her front looks as good as the 
back" A woman's voice comments; "That dress requires a slip or something 
under it." One of the guys' replies; "No it doesn't need a slip and there is 
very definitely something under it!"  The other woman replies; "You're such 
a pig and she is a slut."  I knew the dress was somewhat transparent, but 
from their comments it may reveal more than I thought.  Master has a smile 
on his face as he continues leading me toward the mall entrance.

We have arrived just before 8:00 and the mall isn't open yet.  There must be 
a hundred people milling around the entrance, after all it's the beginning 
of the Christmas shopping season.  Master leads me to one side of the crowd; 
keeping me in a sunny area he turns me so I face everyone. Master says; 
"Hands behind you."  He does his magic and I quickly find my hands bound 
again.  This causes my tits to strain even more against the dress that 
barely contains them anyway.  I also spread my legs slightly; Master insists 
that sitting, lying, or standing I must never keep my legs together.

Looking around, I find that by revealing dress and my posture is getting 
quit a bit of attention.  I spot the couples that were following us, the two 
men are really giving me a close look.  Even before becoming Master's slave, 
I wore sexy revealing clothes, enjoying the attention my trim figure, big 
tits and long legs got.  However standing here today I have reached a new 
level of public exposure.  I am apparently next to naked, hiding nothing 
from view.  While I find it excites me, I am also embarrassed and begin 
wondering what others are thinking of me.

Master is running his hand over my barely covered ass; he appears to be 
ignoring the stares and comments being made by those around us.  But as he 
speaks, I realize this isn't true, he is very aware of what is happening.  
"Slave you appear to be quit the center of attention.  Did I forget to 
mention that in bright light, your dress becomes somewhat more revealing 
then it appeared in the mirror."  He has only confirmed what I already 
suspected, but somehow hearing him say it makes me suddenly want to hide my 
face.  About that time the mall doors open and many of the people begin to 
move towards them.

End Chapter 1
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