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.