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Subject: {ASSM} The Mall - Chap 5 of 5
Date: Fri, 26 Jan 2001 10:10:08 -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 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 for the many comments about my story.  I really am a full time 
submissive.  While Master would love to have me reply to each of you for the 
legal reasons mentioned above he doesn't feel that is possible at this time.

Please continue to let me know what you think.  Reply to 
subLinda@hotmail.com

Thank you and I hope you like this.

SubLinda


The Mall

Chapter 5 - The Clerk

Standing in the hallway with my back against the lockers as Master retrieves 
our packages; I wonder which of the men walking by used me.  Some ignore me 
and others smile but not one of them speaks to me.  Master shows me two 
empty rubber boxes though I had only bought one.  Master says; "One of your 
young admirers was more than happy to purchase another box, when we ran 
low."   I had apparently fucked and sucked 24 men while in that stall.

The bathroom hallway is very busy as Master removes a silver vibrating egg 
from his waist belt with no thought as to who may be watching he reaches 
down and pushes it in my wet fuckhole.  The vibrator is remote controlled so 
there are no wires to worry about.  With the vibrator gently stimulating my 
cunt, Master leads be through the mall and out to the car.  Our packages are 
once again stored behind the seat, but Master takes one of our earlier 
purchases with us.

The Christmas shopping is done as we once again head back to the mall.  
Master takes me through the mall and into a shoe store.  I pull my dress up 
and sit down opening my legs as Master shows the very attentive male clerk 
the item he wants me to try on.  It is a pair of knee high black leather 
boots, that lace up the front with very high heels.  The clerk quickly 
retrieves a box from the back room, when he kneels down his eyes are level 
with my bared crotch.  The vibrators speed increases as the stunned clerk 
stares at my wet pussy as I place one foot up on his little stool.  He 
removes my heels and begins to put on the leather boots taking his time to 
lace them tightly around my slim calves.  By the time both boots are on and 
laced the seat under me is slippery with my juices.  Master has me stand, 
pull my dress down and walk around so he can see how I look.  Apparently 
satisfied we move towards the counter; the clerk is obviously holding the 
boot box to hide his bulging crotch.  As we exit the store, Master has me 
blow the clerk a parting kiss.

Master leads me back to the first clothing store as we enter, he quickly 
finds the same clerk and asks her if we can use the dressing room.  She 
readily gives permission and Master leads me into one of the rooms.  Pulling 
the curtains closed, I am handed the bag Master had retrieved from the car.  
It of course contains the purchases made earlier from this store.  I quickly 
remove the white dress, putting on the tight black sweater and short pleated 
skirt.  The black sweater though not see-through, is not tightly knitted 
either so plenty of skin shows. The sweater moulds itself to my breasts 
leaving nothing to the imagination.  Once again I can clearly see the gold 
bands around my nipples, if they weren't so enlarged they would poke through 
the knit sweater.  The skirt flares out from my hips and may be 
microscopically longer than the white one. Though it is not tight and will 
not tend to ride up as I walk, with the buttons open it will surely flip and 
bounce as I walk around with swaying hips.  The knee high black leather 
boots really finish off the slut outfit.  Master apparently likes what he 
sees also.

I watch in the mirror as Master reaches around taking my tits in his hands; 
he cups them feeling their firmness as he tweaks my nipples.   I lean back 
against him as he moves one hand down and begins stroking my vibrating and 
very aroused pussy.  Master whispers in my ear, "You are very sexy looking 
and may now have an orgasm."  With that he reaches up in me and extracts the 
vibrating egg then pushes me forward having me place my hands on the bench 
in front of me.  I hear his zipper and then his cock slides without 
hesitation into my more then ready cunt.  Grabbing my hips he begins slowly 
to fuck me from behind.  I have been on the edge for so long that it seems 
to take only moments before I begin to cum.  Master drives his cock deeply 
into me as by cunt muscles squeeze and spasm around his hardness.  Just as 
one orgasm finishes another builds and washes over me.  Master normally has 
very good control over his ejaculations, but soon I feel his seed being 
pumped into my pussy. As his trusts slow and then stop, the washing waves of 
orgasms finally subside in by well-fucked cunt.

When Master pulls his wet tool from me, I quickly squat in from of him and 
thoroughly suck and lick him clean.  Finishing, I put his still semi-hard 
cock back in his pants and zip them up.  Standing with legs spread, he once 
again inserts the still vibrating egg deeply into my pussy.  I have to 
clinch my pussy muscles tightly to keep the vibrating egg and Master's cream 
from sliding out of my well-lubricated fuck hole.  He opens the curtains and 
we move back into the store.

Just outside the clerk is waiting with a big smile on her face.  The clerk 
confirms my own thoughts when she says; "You look extremely sexy and 
sluttish!"  She then asks Master if she can speak to him privately for a 
moment.  The clerk and Master move though a door; leaving me standing by the 
dressing room entrance, hands bound behind me, legs spread, pussy vibrating 
and nipples trying to poke through the sweater.  Customers enter and exit 
the dressing rooms with many different reactions; some pay me no attention, 
some give me a wide berth as if I may be contagious, and others closely 
check out their competition.  Who knows I may have fucked one of their 
husbands or boyfriends in the bathroom earlier?

Upon their return, Master informs me that the clerks name is Carol and she 
has asked him to spend some time with us.  He has given his tentative 
approval at least until he can talk to her more. She will be off soon and 
will meet us at a coffee house just down from the store.

As we walk towards the coffee shop, I feel Masters cum running down the 
inside of my thighs.  My well-trained pussy muscles hold the vibrator in, 
but his juices are escaping.  Arriving at the coffee house we take two 
chairs at a tiny table. With my back to the wall I face the shop, of course 
I follow my training to the letter, even with my hands bound.  Unlike the 
very tight white dress, this skirt can be quickly pulled up as I take a 
seat.  Even with my legs open it covers my pussy; Master notices and pulls 
my skirt up so it just covers my shaved pussy.  I'm covered, but anyone 
looking under the table will see between my cream-smeared thighs.  As we 
wait, Master tells me that Carol thinks she wants to try being submissive.  
He really doesn't need another submissive to train, but also wants to make 
sure if Carol is serious that she gets the right start.  I know he is not 
looking for my consent or agreement, he is only explaining what is 
happening.  When Carol enters the coffee house, she heads towards us slowing 
her pace as she sees me.  She finally takes a seat across from us and 
whispers to me; "Do you always sit in public so exposed and open?"  I reply; 
"Yes, Master wants me spread, exposed and on display at all times."

Master asks what she would like to drink and heads towards the counter.  He 
would normally have me do this, but apparently wants the two of us alone.  
Carol says she is very nervous and really doesn't know if she can do this, 
but after talking to me earlier she has thought about nothing else all day.  
She wants to know what it's like to be a sexual slave.  I explain to her 
that being submissive and being a slave in my experience are totally 
different.  As a submissive you may follow someone's orders or be bound and 
punished, but you have some measure of control and can stop the process.  
Where I as a slave have given total control to my Master.  I have no safe 
words, make no decisions and can only rely on his good sense to keep things 
under control.  My wishes, wants, and needs are of no concern any longer.

Master returns to the table and passes Carol's drink to her.  He asks Carol; 
"Is my slave answering your questions?"  Carol replies; "Oh yes! She is 
certainly being honest and open."  Master then starts asking Carol a series 
of questions about her sexual preferences and experience.  His last question 
is; "What makes you think you want or can do the things my slave does?"  
Carol sits looking at me for a moment and then replies; "When I first saw 
her bend over in the store, I felt an over powering sense of shame for her, 
but I also thought it was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen.  As I saw how 
you treated her, exposed her, and used her with apparently no concern for 
what others thought, I was very turned on.  I also saw how others looked at 
her, I think women are envious or hate her and men want her.  I think she is 
the sexiest woman I have ever seen.  I really don't know if I can do what 
she does especially seeing her sitting in a busy restaurant so open and 
exposed.  But I really would like to further explore my feelings."

As Master and Carol talk, my thoughts drift back over the day.  I begin to 
realize I have been drastically changed today.  I no longer find it 
necessary to search for whom may be watching me, after all my exposure 
guarantees anyone still breathing is going to look at me.  I can do nothing 
to stop them from looking so why let it concern me.  I have done everything 
Master ordered me to, no matter how outlandish.   I am actually quit content 
sitting here with my legs spread for everyone's pleasure or shock.  I am 
even willing to have Carol become part of our lives if Master decides that 
is best.

Master finally says to Carol; "I have decided you can spend some time with 
us. But you must agree to certain conditions first."  Carol replies 
instantly, "Ok! What are they?"  Master says; "First, you must go home and 
give this some very serious thought.  Here is a phone number to call if you 
still feel the same way tomorrow.  Second, you will be submissive to my 
slave.  She will be responsible for your initial training, obedience, and 
discipline.  I will discipline her not you for any of your miss-deeds or 
failures.  Lastly, there will be no negotiations of these terms, I want you 
to get up and walk out of this shop.  If you agree to these terms, go remove 
your pantyhose, panties and bra.  Bring them back and present them to my 
slave."

Carol starts to say something, but Master quickly quiets her with; "I said 
no negotiations young lady."  So Carol gets up and walks out of the 
restaurant.  I ask; "Master! Do you think she will be back?"  "OH! She will 
be back and she will call us tomorrow also"; he replies.

As we wait to see if Carol returns, I can't help but think about the 
responsibility of training someone to be obedient and submissive enough to 
meet Master's approval.  About that time Carol comes through the door, I can 
see she is no longer wearing a bra.  Her tits sway and bounce freely as she 
walks up to me with her underclothes tightly clinched in her hand.  She 
quickly hands me a pair of panty hose, very lacy thong panties and a brief 
lacy bra.  Master tells her "Stand next to slave with your back against the 
wall; he tells me to verify she has no panties on."  I slide my hand up the 
back of Carol's leg feeling her naked ass and I quickly slide a finger 
between her legs.  I tell Master, "She is bare under that short skirt and 
quite wet Master."

With no emotion or pity, Master says; "Go home, when you arrive remove your 
clothes and remain naked until you call my slave tomorrow.  Under no 
circumstances are you to touch yourself or have an orgasm."  Master is 
speaking quietly, but the tables are so close together that all those 
sitting near have to be able to hear him.  Carol's face is bright red as she 
walks out the door.  Master says; "She will do exactly as I have instructed. 
  When she calls tomorrow you will also waste no time starting her training, 
you have one month to teach her the basics."

Master tells us it is time to leave.  As I stand the black skirt falls back 
into place covering me once again.  I notice a small glob of cum on the 
chair where I had been sitting.  My thighs are sticky with and my mouth 
tastes of Master's cream as we leave the coffee shop.  We slowly work our 
way back through the packed mall to the store where Carol works.  There are 
so many people its like the freeway, stop and go.  It seems I am constantly 
being poked, prodded and felt up, I don't know which are accidents or which 
are attempts to get a good feel.  Even being a natural blond, I have a 
pretty good idea when a hand reaches under my skirt and rubs my ass that 
it's intentional.  I never realized how many men take advantage of crowded 
areas to accidentally rub against a woman.  I have no chance to fend off 
anything with my hands bound behind me.

It has cooled off some, but still riding home with the top off won't be too 
uncomfortable.  Master holds the door for me, I lift my skirt, but before I 
can sit down, Master indicates I am to kneel on the seat facing towards the 
drivers side, he releases my hands and the door is closed behind me.  Master 
walks around, enters the car and moves his seat all the way back and tilts 
the wheel up.  He grabs my hair and pulls my head into his lap.  I quickly 
unzip his pants and take his rigid cock deep in my mouth.  Anyone who has 
ever ridden in a new corvette will know the awkward position I am in.  My 
face is buried in master's lap, my torso is across the console and my legs 
are tucked under me.  This leaves my ass sticking up above the side of the 
car and clearly visible to anyone.

Master starts the car, and tells me; "You are to remain in that position all 
the way home.  You may however play with yourself and have as many orgasms 
as you can."  I suddenly feel the vibrator still buried deep in my fuck hole 
really begin to buzz.  As we drive throw the parking lot, I am already 
nearing my first orgasm.  I keep Master's cock buried down my throat, 
sucking air through my nose, grunting and groaning as I cum. I don't know 
how many times, I have bucked and moaned through another orgasm.  By the 
time we pull in the garage, I have sucked Master to another orgasm and I am 
a very happy and satisfied slave.

Though we're home, my day isn't finished.  With Master's cock still buried 
deep in my throat he gives me my instructions.  I remove his penis from my 
mouth and put it away, zipping his pants back up.   I exit the car and 
quickly remove my sweater and skirt, at Masters request the boots remain on. 
  I remove the gold collar and earrings, but Master has informed me the 
rings on my fingers should never be removed, so of course they remain on.   
I once again put on my collar, wrist, ankle, and thigh cuffs ensuring they 
are firmly locked in place. The butt plug and vibrator are removed and 
thoroughly washed at the garage sink.

Master has carried the packages in and I know it will be tomorrow before I 
get to them.  I enter the house and immediately head out the back door.   
It's unusual for a house in Southern California to have a basement; so 
Master had a building put up that serves as an above ground dungeon.  Behind 
the soundproof steel door is a well-stocked dungeon.  I enter and squat 
facing the doorway head down, legs wide spread and hands behind me.  I wait 
for my Master to administer my punishment for pulling my dress down in the 
store early that morning. I also tried to beg him not to use me in the 
clothing store; I was hesitant and slow to respond to some of his commands.  
He found fault with my constantly looking around to see who was watching or 
looking at me.  I avoided bending over, as if I had some say who gets to see 
my ass and pussy.  I will also find out what other areas need improvement or 
correction.  All in all, I had a very busy day and look forward with 
anticipations and some fear to a long evening of corrective training.

I wait some time before Master enters the dungeon.

The End - Maybe


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