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Subject: {ASSM} The Mall - Chap 3 of 5
Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2001 21:10:07 -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.

Thank you and I hope you like this.

SubLinda


The Mall

Chapter 3 - The Restaurant

We spend the next couple of hours going in and out of miscellaneous stores.  
I am really enjoying myself and Master is being very patient letting me find 
Christmas presents for family and friends.  I have even gotten use to the 
wide range of looks from others, the most hostile seem to come form other 
women.  Women have this way of looking another women up and down and then 
conveying the message without a word spoken - You are a slut!  I notice 
older men give me a quick glance and look away.  It is cute sometimes to see 
the effort they will then go to getting a better look while thinking they 
are not being obvious.  Younger men just blatantly stare at me. You can see 
their eyes take in every detail of my undressed condition, as they undress 
me further with their eyes.  If one of my admires had asked, I am afraid 
Master would have been more than happy to have me show them what little was 
covered.  Of course the four teenage boys are never far away.

It's now early afternoon and Master says we should grab something to eat.  
But first he wants to take our packages out to the car.  He leads me through 
the mall and out the entrance.  There are many more people entering the mall 
now.  As I walk towards people, I watch as they come to realize they can see 
right through my dress.  Master should have brought a video camera to record 
the reactions.  I am very much the center of attention, both good and bad.  
Reaching the car, Master places our purchases behind the corvette's seats 
and removes a small waist pack, which he places around his waist.  We head 
back towards the mall.  Once again, I run the gauntlet of looks and stares.

He leads me to a chain restaurant found in many malls.  He asks for a booth 
in the bar area and we are quickly led to a table.  Master indicates I am to 
slide in ahead of him.  I hesitate realizing that raising my dress so I 
don't sit on it will expose me to everyone in the bar.  I am normally quit 
good at this maneuver, lifting, sitting, and sliding quickly.  But today my 
dress is way to short and tight to pull this off, so as quickly as possible, 
I pull up my dress and sit down on the cold vinyl seat.  I slid over and 
Master sits next to me.  Looking up, I see the waitress's look of shock.  
She quickly places menus on the table, gives us the specials of the day and 
says she will be back.

Besides not sitting on my dress or skirt, I of course cannot cross my legs 
or hold them together. I must not make any attempt to cover myself with 
napkins, tablecloths, or hands.  So sitting with my dress around my waist 
legs spread, I am will aware anyone coming to the table will get a good view 
of my exposed pussy.  There are no tablecloths but I don't believe anyone 
can see under the table with Master sitting next to me.  Master and I 
quickly scan the menu, I decide on a Chinese chicken salad telling him of my 
selection.  We wait a few minutes and suddenly a young male waiter is 
standing at our table.  He tells us the other waitress is on break and he 
will be taking care of us.  He then asks for our orders, Master gives him 
our order and he writes it down taking his time and repeating it to be sure 
he has it right.  He has done all this and his eyes have never left my 
pussy, as he begins to walk away he finally looks up.  I can only smile 
through my embarrassment.

The waiter quickly returns with our drinks, he carefully positions himself 
for a good view and once again keeps his eyes trained on my shaved pussy.  
After he leaves, Master looks at me and says; "I thought he was going to 
fall over the table getting a look at you.  You need to give him a better 
look."  I look at Master and beg him with my eyes not to make me embarrass 
myself in this restaurant.  But Master is having non-of that, he tells me; 
"Turn towards me.  Now bend your leg and place your foot on the seat between 
us. Slide your ass towards me and lean back against the wall, keeping your 
back straight."  This position is not very comfortable, but I have no doubt 
it displays me exactly as Master wants.  My tits are trust out tightly 
against my dress. With one leg on the floor and one up on the seat and 
leaning back as I am, my shaved bared pussy is wantonly displayed for anyone 
coming near.  Master then tells me; "Now my little slut, you are going to 
turn this poor boy on to the point he has to take a break to jack off."  He 
then proceeds to explain exactly what I am expected to do, when he finishes 
my face is once again bright red with embarrassment.  I am pretty sure that 
what I am about to do could get me arrested.

Even embarrassed, I know I will do exactly what he has instructed.  We both 
know that the more outlandish his request the more turned on I get.  So 
taking the first step I place two fingers deep in my love hole, even I am 
surprised at how wet my cunt is.  I slowly begin finger fucking myself, 
while looking around to see if anyone has noticed.  No one appears to be 
watching as I slowly lower the spaghetti straps of my dress with the other 
hand.  Because the laces are so tight lowering the straps quickly bares more 
of my tits.  I carefully adjust the top of my dress so my banded nipples are 
just peeking out.  My nipples when excited are normally quit large; with the 
bands tightly compressing them they are very tender and stick out like two 
large grapes.  My other hand is still very busy between my legs and I can 
feel the pussy juices running down the crack of my ass.

Though it will do absolutely no good I continue to look for anyone who may 
notice what I am doing.  Thankfully my back is towards the rest of the 
restaurant and the shoulder high booth provides some protection.  What I do 
see is our waiter with another waiter heading towards our table.  Following 
Master's orders, I continue to finger fuck myself, I also keep my eyes 
locked on the waiters.  They get about 10 feet from our table and suddenly 
get their first look at me.  I see them look at each other and continue to 
come closer; I remove my dripping wet fingers from my pussy and put them in 
my mouth.  Slowly I suck them in and out a few times and then bury them back 
in my fuck hole.  The two waiters are now standing at our table and I very 
definitely have their full attention.  Their eyes jump from my fingers 
buried in my crotch to my tits as I pull them free of the dress with my 
other hand.  Taking my dripping wet fingers I slowly massage one of my bare 
nipples.  When I am sure my nipple is shinny wet with my own love juices, I 
once again bury them in my cunt.  I am really getting turned on now, my 
fingers are squishing around in my very wet love hole and my clit is hard 
and exposed.  Still watching the waiters, as I continue to finger myself, I 
begin to use my other hand to pull and twist my nipples.  My breath is 
coming in short gasps and knowing I have permission to cum this can't keep 
up much longer.

Neither waiter has moved since reaching the table.  The only thing moving 
are their eyes, which constantly move between my chest and my crotch. I 
glance down and notice the prominent bulges in their jeans; these young men 
have two very hard cocks.  As I start to look back up, I notice two ladies 
sitting at a table watching me.  Though they can't see under our table, they 
both have a clear view of me playing with my nipples.  I am so embarrassed 
that I stop playing with myself.  Master whispers, "Don't stop, my little 
slut. Continue immediately."  Knowing I should pay them no attention, I 
can't help but look at the women watching me.  I can see clearly written all 
over their faces both disgust and shock.  It's probably best I don't know 
what else they are thinking.

But even as I am having these thoughts, I can feel an orgasm growing between 
my legs.  Before the spasms take control of me, I remove my fingers and once 
again rub my juices on an exposed nipple.  I look over in time to see the 
two ladies suddenly rise and leave the bar area.  I quickly move my eyes 
back to the waiters; they certainly appear to be enjoying the show.  I try 
to keep my eyes on the waiters as I bend by head down and take my juicy wet 
nipple in my mouth.  My tits are being pushed up and are large enough I can 
easily suck and lick my nipple clean. I reach the last step of Master's 
instructions.  I slowly take both hands and grabbing the lips of my wet 
slippery cunt, I lewdly spread by pussy lips wide open.  This gives the 
waiters a clear view of my extremely wet gaping hole and hard protruding 
clit.  Being shaved insures absolutely nothing is hidden from their view.  I 
can feel the juices running down my cunt and wetting the seat.  I realize 
this is the most humiliating moment of my life as a slave, but my fingers 
continue to rub my clit as a very powerful orgasm washes over me.

I hear Master say; "Excuse me Gentlemen but is our order about ready?"  
Neither waiter is in any condition to answer him or even realize he is 
talking to them.  Master has to lean forward blocking their view of me.  He 
then asks again if our food will be ready soon.  One waiter finally responds 
and moves away, but not toward the kitchen, he appears to be heading toward 
the bathroom.  The other one says he will check on our food.

I am still sitting next to my Master in a public restaurant with a nipple in 
my mouth, my legs spread, and my pussy lips pulled widely open.  I realize 
that I have not got an ounce of self-respect left; I am totally a fuck toy 
to be used and displayed as Master wishes.  There is nothing Master can make 
me do that can cause me more humiliation or embarrassment. But I also 
realize that I am very excited, extremely turned on and a bit scared that I 
feel this way.

Master turns to me and slowly strokes my wet gaping fuckhole; he gives my 
hard clit a quick sharp pinch. Then he tells me to release my pussy lips and 
nipple, and to sit as I normally do.  He then allows me to cover my exposed 
tits and pull the straps back up.  I regain some resemblance of decency 
above the table anyway.  I am very aware of my sensitive nibbles, throbbing 
clit from Masters pinch and a very wet seat from my love juices. As I finish 
sucking my fingers clean, the waiter appears with our food, he takes his 
time putting the plates down and makes sure to check out my spread legs and 
bared pussy one more time.

Master and I try to enjoy our meal, discussing whom we still need to get 
gifts for.  Anyone watching would think we were a normal couple having a 
late lunch, except we appear to have a string of waiters stopping at or 
walking past our table.  Each one takes a good look and apparently decides 
everything looks fine.  The Manager even stops at our table to tell us that 
he had a complaint from two ladies that I was displaying my breasts in 
public.  He can see for his self, my breasts are displayed, but covered.  
Apparently not having gotten a complaint about my spread legs and barred 
pussy he sees no reason to say anything.  He is apparently a very good 
manager because he returns a couple of more time to see how things are.

We eventually finish our meal and Master signals the waiter that we are 
ready to settle our bill.  It seems this restaurant has a problem the 
waitresses have disappeared and the waiters can remove only one plate at a 
time from the table.  But eventually the table is sparkling clean and our 
check has been paid.   I really need to pee, so I tell Master I need to 
visit the ladies room.  As we prepare to exit the booth, Master tells me 
that I have permission to adjust my dress as I get up.  I stand up with my 
head held high and slowly wiggle my hips while pulling the dress down over 
my ass.  Everyone looking our way and most are, get a last look at 
everything below my waist.  Master takes my arm and leads me towards the 
bathrooms.  Master walks right past the ladies room and leads me straight in 
the men's room.

Even if I could, I am so surprised; I don't have time to try to avoid 
entering the men's room.  As we walk towards the stalls, I see a man 
standing at a urinal and another washing his hands.  The man washing his 
hands smiles at me in the mirror and turns to watch as we enter a stall.  
Master indicates I am to pee, so I pull my dress up and sit down.  I finish 
and using toilet paper I pat and rub myself dry.  As I stand with my dress 
still up, Master moves in front of me.  He pulls the dress up over my head 
and once again by shoes are the only items of clothing left on me.  He pulls 
the dress back over my head, but doesn't let my arms go through the 
spaghetti straps.  He tucks the straps into the dress so they are hidden and 
allows me to adjust the top of the dress, but leaving the bottom up around 
my waist.  My tits are very firm, but being braless and very large they 
bounce and sway when I walk.  The only thing holding the top of my dress up 
and giving my tits any support were those straps.  Master turns and exits 
the stall with me following him.  It really bothers me that the one man is 
still standing at the sinks watching me.  He checks me out and then 
whispers; "You are one fine looking lady, I really like your short dress. 
How much do you charge?"  Of course my dress is still bunched up around my 
waist and what should he think; I just exited a stall in a men's bathroom 
nearly naked.  If Master had heard him I fear he would have found out I was 
free.  As I walk past the stranger, Master opens the door, I truly believe 
he is going to let me walk out into the restaurant with my dress still up.  
But as I start out the door, I hear him say; "Cover your self slave!"  I 
pull my dress down and say; "Thank you Master!"

As we walk through the restaurant, I feel my tits swaying and bouncing with 
each step.  Because there isn't anything but my tits holding the top of the 
dress up, as they bounce the dress starts to slip down.  By the time we exit 
the restaurant, my nipples are peeking out of my dress.

End Chap 3
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