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.