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