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At the Mall part 2
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Subject: At the Mall (pt 2) (STORY: Vermillion)
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This is the second part of At the Mall. Warnings and provisos for the first
part still hold. More parts to come...
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At the Mall (part 2)
He broke off the kiss, and let her skirt fall. They walked past a number of
stores, threading their way through standing people. It wasn't even noon
and the mall was packed already. He took off her coat, tenderly and saw her
wince when something caught on a nipple clamp. He said "I'll carry this for
you", and smiled at her. Stopping in front of a men's clothing store, he
said, "Alice, I'm going in here, I want you to just to walk down to the end
of this corridor of stores." He knew that she wasn't ready yet to discharge
any of the tasks he laid on her. He grinned on the inside. Just walking
was going to be hard enough for her.
It was. She moved through the crowd, conscious of her swinging breasts, the
chain between them. She was very aroused, and wanted to touch herself. She
walked, blushing, sure that everyone could tell. She didn't know it, but he
ducked into the store only enough to let her get ahead of him. He was tall
enough and her purple blouse distinctive enough that he had no trouble
following her progress through the mall. He smiled again, thinking how hard
it was for her.
She walked past stores not seeing them. The tug of nipple clamps was a
constant reminder that she was required to go to the woman's room to fix
them. She was aroused and wished her lover would come and find her and kiss
her again. She wanted to push herself against him, not show herself to
strangers who couldn't touch. The clips holding her labia wide were an
incredible turn-on. She loved being held open like that. The tug on her
labia translated into a tug on her clit hood. She knew that her clit had to
be erect and she wanted to touch it too. She tried stretching her legs as
she walked, hoping that would pull even more, but it didn't work.
She walked up one arm of the mall. It was an upper level, and there was a
division between the two sides, and you could hang over the banister and
look down on the lower level. She stopped and looked, but leaning over the
railing made her feel more exposed. She could feel her breasts hanging
down, and the chain start to swing between them. Touching anything made her
more aware of her body. The railing on her hips was an agony of frustrated
sensations. She wanted to touch herself, but didn't dare.
She turned to walk back the way she came, but on the other side. Down a bit
was a woman's room. She knew that if she walked by it once, she'd have a
hard time getting herself to enter later. She resolved to go in and follow
her lover's orders. But as she got nearer and nearer, it seemed more and
more ominous. She walked up to it, hesitated, and kept going. She stopped
and pretended to look in the window of the next store, showing earrings and
handbags and hairclips.
Standing on the other side, he saw her walk up to the entrance to the
women's room. He would have bet money that she wouldn't go in. Her pace
stuttered and nearly laughed out loud. He watched her examining the jewelry
display. She turn back and tried to go in, but at the last minute veered
away. A few kids were hanging out near the door looked at her as if she was
a total adult doofus. She stopped two stores down, and looked in at leather
bags and briefcases. He kept smiling as she turned, determinedly and walked
back. He loved watching her when she was so vulnerable and unsure. One of
the kids shook their head as she nearly dived into the corridor leading to
the woman's room. Her lover crossed his arms on his chest and looked at his
watch. At least 10 minutes, and no more than 30, he decided.
The woman's room was nearly empty. One old lady washing her hands, two
people in the stalls. She sighed. Ok, time to get going, come on, Alice.
She walked up to the sink next to the old lady and unbuttoned her blouse.
The woman didn't notice. She pulled the blouse out of her skirt, finished
unbuttoning it and opened it wide. She didn't let herself hesitate or think
as she shook her breasts out of confinement. The other woman looked up and
did a double take. Alice glared in the mirror at the shocked woman, and
then realized that that wasn't particularly submissive. So, she smiled in
an apologetic way and started to undo the right clamp. The other woman
muttered under her breath about "some people" and harumphed out. The pain
as the clip came off, and blood surged into the tortured nipple, was so
intense that she hardly noticed the woman leaving.
Alice was massaging her nipple as a stall opened and a younger woman, in her
20's, came out. She was wearing tight jeans and a bright silk blouse, high
heeled boots and carried an enormous shoulder bag. Her hair, somewhere
between blond and brown was fluffed up around her head, almost a halo. She
stared at the sight of the half-naked woman fiddling with her breast.
"What's that?" she asked, incredulously.
"They are nipple clamps that my master obliges me to wear", was the reply.
"Master, oblige?" She shook her mass of hair, whether in disbelief or
confusion, or for the pleasure of feeling it shake, it was hard to tell.
"I am his slave, I wear his marks on my body".
The other woman shook her head, again. This time doubt was heavy on her
features. "You need help, honey"
The slave smiled, and shook her head in return. "No, I don't, I'm really
quite happy".
"Hey, Susie, get a load of this", the woman in jeans called to a friend just
coming to the sink.
Susie was tall, dressed similarly and groomed, and looking curious.
"I heard what she said," gum snapping, "its sounds, you know, weird". Susie
stared at the breasts, the chains and then noticed the nipple ring. "Hey,
is that a RING in your nipple?". Her voice skidded up an octave with the
last word.
She put a hand under her breast and held it up. "yes, pierced". Proud of
ring, proud of her breast. These women were looking at her. It made her
hot.
"Did it hurt?" The first woman asked.
"Of course, it hurt, you idiot", Susie replied, with the confidence of
someone who knows everything. "Did you do that for him, uh, your master?".
"Yes, it did hurt, but I think its beautiful. No, I did it for myself."
Her nipple was sensitive, but the pain from wearing the clamp had subsided.
She thought again about her nakedness, and that made her nipples erect. She
wondered if the two women noticed the change.
She put the clamp back on, and was tightening it. The two women were
fascinated. She touched the nipple with the ring lightly and felt desire
for more.
"So, this master you have, you are his slave? What do you have to do? Why
is that chain there?" Susie asked, blatantly staring at her naked breasts.
The first woman was trying hard not to look, but her eyes kept dropping to
the chain between the clamps.
"Yes, I consider myself his slave. I serve him in many ways. He told me to
come and adjust my clamps here, where people might see me. He knows that it
embarrasses me. He makes me do things I don't want to, so that he can watch
the reaction. I often give him pleasure physically, but also mentally. He
exposes me, he watches me." That thought sent a small shiver over her body
and her nipples tightened more. "I belong to him. It satisfies me". She
tried to keep her eyes down, tried to stay subservient in attitude to these
women. But she felt that she wanted to defend her lover in strident tones.
"He's very good to me". She knew she was very wet, and very turned on by
these women. Both of them just goggled at her as she spoke, dropping any
pretense at worldliness. She wondered if they were getting turned on,
seeing her breasts. She wondered if they would touch her, if they wanted
to. She desperately wanted to be touched, and it was a familiar feeling.
"Do you want to..." she said as the first woman began to talk.
"I bet" said the first woman. "I bet that..."
But she got no further because the door pushed open and in rushed some of
the kids who had been out in the hall. One of the girls stopped and gawked.
"Hey, there's the lady who wouldn't go into the bathroom. She's got big
bazooms. With stuff on them". She giggled, and the two with her
immediately dissolved into snickers.
All of a sudden it was too many people for Alice. Embarrassment and some
anxiety started to grow inside. She fumbled at her shirt, and buttoned it
up, hastily pushing the hems into her skirt. She elbowed past the kids and
went out. Her pulse was hammering away in her head, and she was breathing
hard. She looked up and saw her lover staring at her across the potted
plants and mauve chairs. He smiled and crooked a finger at her. She found
a bridge over to his side of the mall.
"Hello, sweetie" he said. Running his hands over her shoulders. "What did
you do?" He sat down on a half couch, and pulled her down with him. He put
his feet up on a table, as if it was his living room, and draped an arm over
her shoulder. Her pulse slowed, she felt safe again.
"I went into the woman's room and showed myself to three women and three
girls".
"Tell me the details". She did, and knew that it excited him to think of
her, breasts exposed, discussing her submissiveness. As she talked, he
started playing with the hem of her skirt, pushing it higher and higher,
till the tops of her stockings were showing. He slipped a hand under the
skirt, his long fingers just reaching the edges of her labia. He stroked
her as she told her story, but it was becoming more difficult for her to
talk.
"Don't move", he said softly. She saw people look at her as they walked by,
taking in her stockings and the straps around her thighs. They could see
his hand was tucked deep under her skirt, and that her legs were slightly
open. Out of the corner of her eye she saw some boys, no more than 12 years
old, watching. When she noticed them she pointedly looked away. Her lover
noticed her head movement and looked up to see them. He smiled at the boys
and while keeping eye contact with them, he pushed her legs a little further
apart. Then, he raised her skirt, tent-like, so that if they ducked or bent
their heads a little, they would perhaps see her cunt. He smiled at them,
superior, as if inviting them to a show. They wanted to see, but they
couldn't if they kept pretending they weren't looking. They, too, had to
play by his rules.
She knew others were watching as his fingers began to probe deeper. He
could just reach her clit, without putting himself out, or changing his
comfortable position. She was breathing hard and getting near to coming,
when he moved his hand and pushed her skirt down. "Time for lunch", he
said, kissing her on the check. He stood up, and offering her a hand,
smiled at the disappointment everyone was without question feeling.
Vermillion
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