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Everything Was Beautiful, and Nothing Hurt
Chapter 12
“How do you feel about nipple piercings?” I asked, turning off the car, I reached into the back seat and grabbed a digital camera.
Her bright eyes widened and her small nose flared at the question, and the camera. “Uh, it’d probably hurt a lot but I’ve always wanted to do that actually, I’ve just always been to scared to do it. Are you taking pictures? Isn’t that like… evidence?” She asked.
“No, it’s not ‘like’ evidence. It ‘is’ evidence, if they catch me. But I trust you’ll stay quiet today. Wouldn’t want to get zapped would you? Good… didn’t think so. Come on, let’s go.”
We both got out of the car, a rush surging thru me as this was pretty insane. I had kidnapped and raped a pair of girls, and now I was taking one of them to the mall? This had disaster written all over it. But, as the stupid, stupid man that I am, I said, what the hell, let’s do it.
“Hey wait, before we go in, do that skirt-roll thing you girls do to make the skirt higher.”
“The… what?”
“You know, like when you leave your parents house and it’s a decent length skirt, but then you get to school and roll the waistband or whatever. Do that. Now.”
She looked down at the black-with-dark-purple-polka-dot thigh-length skirt, probably thinking it was revealing enough. “Now.” I said again simply. With that, slightly trembling hands went to her waist and began rolling her skirt up. A few twists later and the skirt came up an inch and she stopped.
“No, roll it till I say stop.”
Again she started rolling. Another inch. Another. The hem of the skirt slowed it’s ascent at the bottom curve of her ass. “That’s far enough. One quick thing first, it seems we’ve become rather chummy lately and that’s mostly my fault. From now on, anytime I use your new pet name, Kitten, you’ll know that we’re to be in a very strict master-submissive type relationship. In fact, that’s the way it is at all times. We might let it rest only inside my room when no one is around, but if I call you “Kitten,” you’d better get back in character and that will be your only warning before punishment begins. Address me as Master, or Sir, and do not overstep your boundaries. Mmmkay, Kitten? Good. Let’s go.”
Awkwardly aware of the small amount of skirt actually covering her lower half, she began walking with me. Her legs tight together. My hand fell gently on the small of her back; I could feel her tense again. “It’s ok, today is going to be fun!” and my hand slid to her ass. I gave it a gentle pat, hooked my thumb in her waistband, and left my hand at its destination.
As we neared the entrance, I reached my other hand into my pocket and pressed the button for level 1 vibrate. Very soft, very low. She almost missed a step on the stairs as it whirred up inside her. “You know I’m going to start getting wet soon, Master?”
“Yup. Kindof the point.”
I opened the door for her, watching her walk in. Black strappy shoes with a 4 inch high heel had her already a little off balance. A little less comfortable. Shaved, smooth legs sprouted up from the heels, up to a pale, creamy, calf done up like a Christmas present with the ribbons of the shoes. I admired the swell and decline of her thighs as she walked, flexing and giving. My head had been between those. I should spend more time there. The bottom curve of her butt peeked out in strides as her skirt rose, giving anyone walking past a clear view of a piece of the lacy fabric she wore underneath. Men had killed for less.
The tension on the fabric kept a tight grip on the meaty globes under her skirt, while the front, pulled taut, left something of a mystery to the imagination. If I were someone else witnessing this, I’d wonder if she shaved. Since I’m me, I know she does. And that made me smile a little bigger.
There are two types of guys in the world. The type who are plagued with insecurities and don’t want their beautiful women outside in revealing clothing, and then there are those who confidently smile brighter whilst on the arm of that woman, knowing every man and lesbian in the area wants a piece, but wont be getting any because her heart and body are his.
Above the waistband, the fabric bubbled out gently. The shirt was a little too tight, and she spent every few steps trying to pull it down over the small roll of skin around her belly. She was no model, and that’s what attracted me even more. Flaws, if you could even call it that, are HOT! It’s what makes one less of a prize on a pedestal and more endearing
Ascending the slightly chubbish area, my eyes neared the foothills of her breasts as she passed. Again, fabric taut brought ripples between her breasts where the spaghetti-strapped shirt was pulled at odds by two beautiful C’s. She saw me looking and blushed, but kept walking, head up straight, in spite of certainly being completely out of her element. Perfect. The queen ascending the gallows.
The door slammed shut loud behind us. Startled, we both jumped. “Ok, you can turn off the panties now.” she whispered.
*ZAP* and she squealed.
“No, we’re just beginning. Now you’d better do exactly as I say. Remember your place here, kitten. Anytime you even think about talking to me, there’d better be Master or Sir in there somewhere or else you get shocked. Don’t make me raise the setting.”
As we walked into the mall center, eyes both from men and women flew in our direction, staring. It is exactly situations like this where humanity and morality are never more polarized. Men, old and young, and boys eyed fucked greedily; starving wolves let loose in a room with a wounded sheep. Mothers pulled children away, eyes narrow, whispering curses, shaking heads, ‘society has gone to the devil’, ‘has she no decency’, ‘slut’, ‘whore.’ The whispered insults wafted on the air conditioned breeze in our direction like the smell of freshly baked cookies. Tess’s eyes and heart fell to the floor, shame and guilt eroding her confidence and security, her shoulders crept inwards.
I whispered, “Are you going to listen to the ugly, fat, jealous bitches? Or know that you are gorgeous and a goddess here amongst mortals? One will let you endure today and one will turn this into a nightmare. You’re a model. I’m a photographer. Act like one.”
I felt her abs tighten a bit and her eyes narrowed slightly, will and determination returning, a soft glow budding through weakness. She met eyes with one of the wolves, a boy around 16, and she winked. Cheers erupted and he slapped his buddy on the back. Realizing that it wasn’t just negativity here, but that she was the center of attention of the whole area brought new confidence to her step. I switched to vibrate, level 2, and felt her ass tighten. Her eyes closed, small smile in bloom. She was enjoying this now.
We neared a bubbly fountain, set in the center of the mall. A mother was hustling her kid away, who had just thrown a penny into the fountain. “Now, I’m going to hold your hand and I want you to stand up there on the ledge of the fountain.” A 3-foot stone ring around the fountain made a perfect sitting area for mall patrons, as well as a great spot for us to begin this photo shoot.
Holding her hand, I helped her as she awkwardly tried to keep her legs together so as not to flash anyone, while placing a leg on the stone ledge and standing up. She looked down at me, and only me. She didn’t want to see anyone else watching her. Our eyes held a gaze, and a quickly forming bond. She was a stranger here and I was her only protection.
Smiling, I spoke. “Ok gorgeous, we’ll start this off with a hero pose! Get your feet a little more than shoulder-width, fists on hips, and look off into the distance.”
She complied, slowly easing her feet wider at my direction. Standing on 4 inch heels did amazing things to her legs. Her calves’ buldged in an athletic-strong, but graceful, curvy feminine way. She pulled her shirt down once more then her hands made fists, and she pushed those hard into her hips. She took a deep breath and shuddered slightly, the vibrator still buzzing away at its level 2 strength.
Tess was a statue. I clicked off a shot, and then dropped down on one knee looking up at her. I could clearly see the black shadow of her panties from this angle. Her eyes flicked down at me and she knew what I could see as well. A little color spread to her cheeks, a slight blush but her smile changed to that dismissive “silly-boys-doing-silly-silly-things.” I took another shot, (*click*).
“Ok, now I want you to turn around and face the fountain, keep your feet about the same width apart, a little farther apart now actually, hands on the back of your head like you’re being arrested, elbows in the air.”
She did as she was told. It was a beautiful silhouette. The points of her elbows narrowed down velvet arms to the outline of her upper back, and then narrowed slightly further to her waist before flaring out a little at the hips and extending down to her feet. Her body should be in the Louvre.
Her skirt had ridden up at her arms being up. A breeze blew past her ass and the skin at the tops of her thighs pebbled. She knew what she was exposing. The bottom cusp of her ass was clearly visible. I heard a soft moan from her. She knew everyone was staring at her ass. Now if only everyone that was staring knew that she had two vibrators buzzing away inside of her right now. (*click*)
“Now stay there, bring your arms down, look over your shoulder at me seductively and wink.”
Her arms came down, hands quickly fixing her shirt that had ridden up. She didn’t bother with the skirt. Very good. She closed her eyes as she turned around to my direction, and then opened them so that she only saw me. A seductive grin spread across her face, a finger went to the center of her lips, and she closed one eye in a wink. (*click*)
“Ok now, keep your feet where they are, I want you to bend over at the waist and look at me through your legs upside down.” Her eyes flared a bit and she hesitated. I took a hand off the camera and started reaching into my pocket for the button, but she quickly complied. Bending over at the waist, while her back was to me, I reached into my pocket and palmed the remote. Her hair showered down behind her as she affected her best smile, awkward from her upside down position. Her skirt rose up several inches showing everyone the black lacy boy short panties she was wearing. I was close enough to make out a darker wet spot around her pussy. She was dripping. This was getting good. I quickly pressed the vibrate, level 3 button. Her eyes went wide with surprise and desire. (*click*) Then I zoomed in to focus on her pussy and the spot. Her eyes closed slowly and she exhaled, low and breathy. If you listened close you could almost make out the soft buzz of the vibrators, working their magic.
“Ok, now, turn around and have a seat on the fountain, we’ll take a few with you sitting there, legs crossed, look coy.”
She stood up and fixed her hair while she turned around. I walked over to the stone seating circling the fountain pool and held her hand while she stepped down. Knees clenched tight, she squatted down as seductively as she could muster. The illusion was broken when the tops of her thighs and ass touched down on the cold stone. With a squeal she popped up for a second, then descended again, teeth gritting against the cold.
The miserable look started surfacing again as she looked out at the people staring at her. I reached into my pocket and pressed the shock, level 1 button.
*ZAP* “MMM ahhhh!” the high squealish moan erupted unexpected, her hands jolting down to her crotch. I snapped a quick shot. (*click*) Eyes shot fire as she glared at me. She tried to play it off, sliding her hands to thighs and then bringing one leg up, crossed over the other, hands on her knees. A modern pin-up, cast against a fountain of people staring, judging favorable or guilty, each in their own way. She stopped in pose and I clicked off another. “Now, hands in your hair, elbows as high as you can get them.”
Confidence wavering, she slid her hands up her thighs, past her waist, tracing finger-lines over her breasts, eyes down, lips pouty out, (*click*) up into the backs of her hair. As her elbows came up, her shirt started sliding up, an alabaster line grew as pink shirt separated from black skirt and skin emerged.
She gracefully sucked in her tiny gut and drew her back up straight, elbows high, breasts jutting out hard against both, fabric and morality. Her eyes fluttered up at the camera (*click*). One hand slid feminine from her hair, tugging a few tendrils, down to rub lightly across her neck, her breath sucked in and her hips slowly rocked. I clicked off another as her eyes looked up, glassy. She was getting off here in the center of the mall. I turned the vibrate setting to level 4. This was a little over half-strength to what the panties could do, but both posts in her pussy and ass were buzzing away.
She moaned. Both hands found the back of her neck, interlocked fingers, and she tilted her head to the side as if she were about to check and make sure her deodorant was holding. Her nipples stood erect, pointing out from the fabric. Her gorgeous breasts rose and fell with her breathing, pulled higher up with her elbows above her head. (*click*) She brought her elbows forward slightly in front of her, arms on the sides of her tits, pushing them together in a heavenly display of cleavage afforded us by her low-cut shirt. Head down slightly; bedroom eyes looked up through mascara, black eyeliner, and a smoky-light-violet eye shadow. (*click*) I felt my cock stir inside tight pants.
Her eyes rolled back, a soft moan breathed through glossy lips. She slowly massaged her hands forward, her head leaning back as the pads of her fingers dug into her neck. One hand left her neck and began a trek across one of her breasts, her eyes fluttered. She was losing herself in this. Her hand squeezed gently at flesh, holding. (*click*)
The mall was silent except for the sound of the fountain.
Another moan, her hand left her breast and made its way up the side of her face to her ear, tracing the outline then easing back up into her hair. (*click*)
Her light breathing became shallow, she was close to orgasm. Her legs began sliding back and forth, opening slightly; minimalist pantomime of the scene in her mind of someone about to lie between her legs. A hand slid down from her head and traced the curve of her lips, outlining the full features. Lost in fantasy, her lips parted and a finger eased in, hooking gently around the bottom row of her teeth. Her head tilted back, her mind on nothing but the buzzing in her ass and pussy. (*click*)
Her breathing sped up, very near now. The man had slid himself into her fantasy. Vibrating. He was kissing down her neck to the top of her chest. She inhaled deeply as his kisses marked a small moist trail down between her breasts. Buzzing.
She visibly shook slightly as the man in her mind flicked his tongue back and forth across her nipple. And she visibly smiled and breathed with a small growl as his mouth sucked and his teeth pulled gently at it. Her legs parted a little more. He had opened the gift, and was preparing to take what was his. Her (his) fingers ran through her hair and her hips began a gentle rhythm, trying to push the small vibrators deeper, trying to invite his cock deeper into her home. Bringing her closer.
He was thrusting hard into her; she heard the happy slap of skin into skin, and could feel the brief tap of his balls slapping on her ass. He was reaching all the right recesses of her being; unfolding folds, shallowing depths. Buzzing at the entrance. His breath, hot against her neck and the smell of freshly washed hair after he had been at the gym, a hint still of sweat and work and man. Pushing.
Abs contracting, legs moving, sliding, opening. She was close. Pumping. Her wrists interlocked behind her head, he was pinning her down. Helpless. Pulsing, vibrating… Orgasm coming. Orgasm. Pounding. Coming. Coming…
I switched off the vibrators. Nothing. Not now. Slowly, over the course of a minute, her eyes opened. Fantasy ruined. No climax. No ending. She looked up at me slowly, tangles of hair cascading over confused, homicidal eyes. She was still lost. Confused. Why had it stopped? The good went away? Why? She looked down at her legs and the skirt that had ridden up, exposing the hints of her pussy when she opened her legs any amount. Her skirt. Yes she was wearing clothes. Her hands came from behind her head, off her face and she looked at them disbelieving. She had just been somewhere else and now she was not there. Her eyes met mine again, confident smile split my face. Not mean or spiteful. Firm, mischievous.
Her eyes looked around her. A crowd of about 20-30 people ranging from single guys to couples, teenagers to grown men who could’ve been her father were standing in awe. Silently watching the spectacle before them. Every one seemed transported back to age 5 at their first carnival or zoo, all wonder and magic.
I broke the spell. Someone had to. “Thank you, ladies and gentlemen! You have all been a part of our photo shoot show! We hope you enjoyed our little scene. Come see us again next week here, same time!”
Claps erupted. Cheers and applause. It had all been a show right? Hurray! I quickly took Tess’s hand and helped her stand up. “You’d better curtsey unless you want them to think you’re just a whore masturbating in the mall.”
I raised our hands and, with face half confusion and half actress, she smiled and did a small curtsey as told. I bowed my grandest, and while doubled over, eyed the stone ledge she had been sitting upon. Wet spot drying already. The air down here smelled heavily of clean pussy, intoxicating.
Standing back to full, I walked her off towards the direction of the shop. Her walk was even more unsteady now. But she asked the question, “Why could I not come?”
I hit the shock, level two button and she squealed loudly again.
“Master.”
“Ahhh! Sorry master! Why couldn’t I come, master?”
“Did you ask?”
“Er.. Well no?”
*ZAP* “AHH! Well, no, master!”
“Then maybe you should next time.”
“Yes… master.”
Far from the store, we could hear the music thumping and blaring long before we walked up. The whole wing was vacant except for this one particular store. “Here it is. Allie and Nicole’s. I hope you’re ready for some more fun.” I smiled.
As we entered the front of the store, the manager, a large guy, passed thru the door in the back. The store was typical of the gag-gift type place you’d find at any mall. You know the kind with risqué birthday cards, body jewelry, neon and black lights, pot-leaf posters, and a plethora of pop-culture trinkets and paraphernalia. If it’s ‘IN’ you can find it here! For a price. The clerk sitting on a stool behind the counter peered up at us over a well-worn copy of Slaughterhouse-Five. She looked to be about 18-20 years old. A quick count showed four piercings on her face; her left eye-brow, a Monroe, nose stud, and her labret had a really cute silvery spike. The ear closest to us had a gauged lobe and a couple of rings, an Industrial through the top of her ear, and one in her Tragus. Her tight top gave away the tale tell three bumps on each breast signifying a barbell and an erect nipple in between. I bet she was a hell of a lot of fun in the sack and I’m sure those weren’t the only things pierced on the girl.
“Welcome to Allie and Nicole’s, how can I help you two beautiful people?” She sang, smiling from her perch, red hair in pigtails shaking slightly with her greeting. Her eyes traveled from my face, to Tess, and then down and back up again on her. So, she either liked art or women, though the two choices were really the same thing in most cases. Especially in Tessie’s case. Walking art.
I quietly switched on level 1 vibrate. Tess’s eyes sparkled and glazed over, the same dream you slide back into when you wake up in the middle of the night and go right back to sleep.
I laughed, smiled and yelled over the music, “Hey there… My pretty, pretty lady here needs some new things. I told her I’d bring her here and treat her to a few things.”
The girl sniffed the air and realized the pussy smell was coming from Tessie, “Oh, I see! It seems like you two have gotten a head start in the bedroom while here at the mall.”
Tess colored red. Her fantasy was unreachable with such a low vibration setting.
“Yeah, my little Kitten here sometimes likes to be bad in places she shouldn’t. We were out by the fountain just a few minutes ago doing a simple photo shoot and she’s already soaked through her panties.” Tess’s eyes stared hard at the floor, her face bright red.
The clerk spoke, “Oh my, that’s no good at all. She’s staring pretty hard at the floor there, seems pretty angry, I guess you haven’t fully broken her yet?”
“Nah, this one I rather like her spirit. Hey, would you mind helping Tessie here out of her panties? And then we can find her some new dry ones. Hey, I’m Drew by the way.”
“Sure! I’d love to help her.” She smiled devilishly, not giving a name, and hopped off her stool. As she came around the corner, the clerk was wearing 6 inch heels and a tiny black mini skirt. Tess clung hard to my arm, silent pleading for me not to do this. I looped my arm out of Tess’s and patted her on the ass. “It’s ok, she’s a professional, she sells panties.
The clerk walked up to Tess and said, “Ok, pull your skirt up and spread your legs there so I can get those wet things off of you.”
Tess looked over at me pleading. I smiled and nodded. She took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds, then let it out. Her fingers grabbed the hem of her short skirt and lifted it up. Tess spread her legs just a little.
“Oh Tessie, look what you did! You’re right, Drew. She soaked right on through these.” Tess was humiliated, and in public, she couldn’t have turned a worse shade of red, but her head remained high. The clerk cupped her hand right between Tessie’s legs. Tess jerked slightly at the intrusion but stood still. “What are these things here?” and she wiggled her finger on the place where the panties met with the vibrator posts.
“Oh, it’s basically two vibrators, one in her ass and one in her pussy that vibrates and they also have the ability to shock. I have a remote control that I use to control the panties, which, hehe, control her in a way.”
“That’s awesome! Can I have the remote Drew? I want to play with her!”
“Actually, no, you can’t have the remote. I’ll let you play with her, but this is sortof something special.”
“Oh, ok.” The clerk’s hands went up to the waistband on the panties and rolled them down a little so she could see the front of Tess’s slit while the vibrators were still in place. “Wow, that’s cool. And she’s shaved too. How long have you had her?” She asked. Talking about Tess like she was a pet, further humiliating her, I loved it.
“Oh, few days now, just sortof breaking her in. What do you think?”
The clerk gently eased the panties down. The front vibrator slid easily out of Tess’s pussy and the anal vibrator was slowly sliding out. It was not lubricated anymore. Tess winced as it came out rough. The clerk stepped a mortified Tess out of her panties and then held them up to her face, sniffing. “Wow, post # 1 smells fantastic. Post #2 … surprisingly doesn’t smell bad! Did she wash out this morning?”
“Yeah, she keeps very clean. That part at least we’ve got down, don’t we Tessie?” I said, scratching behind her ears gently.
“Yes, Master.” Was her reply.
The clerk put her hand back down to Tess’s crotch, fingers on either side of her pussy, rubbing up and down. Slowly the clerk eased a finger up into Tess. Tess gasped, but stood there still holding her skirt up.
“Wow, the girl is wet and ready. I bet I could fit two or three fingers in here.” She slid two fingers into Tess’s pussy, and all she could do was stand there and get molested by this clerk. Her eyes closed and her breathing once again became shallow. “Drew, you found a good one, only a few more minutes and she’d be cumming pretty hard! How tight is her asshole?”
With a wet, sloppy sound, the clerk pulled her fingers out of Tess’s pussy and turned Tess around to face the other way. “Go ahead and bend over sweetheart.” Tess looked up at me, I shook my head no, and Tess stood there.
“Did you hear what I said? Bend over!” The clerk slapped hard at Tess’s ass and Tess squealed hard. I shook my head ‘no’ again and Tess stood there, not moving.
“You want to keep getting smacked? I’m going to spank the shit out of you until you bend over, slut!” The clerk walked off to get a paddle. Tess pleaded with me, eyes big and blue. It almost broke my heart.
“Alright bitch, you’re going to get one swat for every five seconds you stay standing! You’d better listen to me when I tell you to do something!”
The clerk brought the paddle down hard on Tess’s ass. She screamed, eyes wide begging. I shook my head no.
*WHACK* “Ahhhhhhh!” she screamed again. She started to bend over but stopped herself and looked up at me. I smiled a sympathetic smile, a proud smile, and shook my head no again. “Bitch, you’d better bend over you fucking skank.”
*WHACK* “Ahhiiiiiiieee” she jumped in the air and danced around a bit, still holding onto the bottom of her skirt, still holding it up, still looking at me, pleading. “Bend over now whore, I can go all day.”
*WHACK* “ahhhhhhheieeieee” tears fell full now. Her ass was bright red. She stood there, looking at me but expecting nothing. She knew she would have to endure whatever it was for however long it took until I said stop. She knew I had the power to end it, but she couldn’t look to help her endure; she had to find that herself. She stood there and closed her eyes knowing what was coming. “I’m going to bust your ass wide open if you don’t bend over fucking sloppyass bitch!”
*WHACK* to the top of her thighs “Ahhhhh!” she backed up into position, almost as if asking the girl to spank her, and looked at me, a smile forming? “I see, you just LIKE gettin your ass bloodied by my paddle?”
*WHACK* right on her ass “AHHHHHH” her ass was turning to a deep red. Tears were streaming hard down her face but she looked at me and smiled, laughing against the pain. “Come on slut, quit disobeying!”
*WHACK* “AHHHHHHhhhhaaahaaahaaa” I smiled big, and shook my head yes. Quickly, she bent over the counter, her tears making small puddles on the glass. I walked up to her and kissed her on the head.
“Yeah that’s right, you’d better do what I say.” The clerk, now that Tess was bent over, took a finger and slid it into Tess’s newly wet puss, and then slid the same finger into her asshole. Tess winced and grunted as the clerk wiggled her finger deep into Tess’s asshole.
“Yeah, she’s pretty fuckin tight there too! She can take a beating… seems too stubborn though, or she likes getting spanked. You saw it; the bitch wouldn’t listen to me! Stubborn slut!”
I flew to her defense, “Actually, she wouldn’t listen to you because *I* am her Master, not you, and she knows that. She stood there and took that spanking because I told her to. Not because she was being defiant. It really didn’t matter what you said or did, she knew I could make it stop. That’s what I call a great Sub. She could have easily bent over and made it stop, but in spite of you abusing her and calling her names, her eyes never left mine looking for acceptance or rejection. Perfect.”
The clerk pulled her finger out of Tess’s asshole and licked it, moaning and smiling to herself. I put my hands on Tess’s shoulders, helping her stand upright and put her skirt down. “Well, enough fun and games. Can we get into the “V.I.P.” room back there? That’s sortof why we’re here today.”
The clerk eyed Tess smiling then looked back at me. “Oh were you… did you guys have an ap…” and the phone rang. She walked over and picked up the phone, “Thank you for calling Allie and Nicole’s….” She eyed us, slightly embarrassed, “Yes… Mistress?” Then she waved us towards the back and smiled, still on the phone.
Tess looked at me, tears drying up, a little hesitant. Her eyes and brain still cloudy from an impending orgasm cut short, desire and lust still toxic in her blood and now an ass on fire. I reassured her, “It’s cool, never been here, but I’ve heard the back area has some really cool vibrators and nipple clamps and stuff. I think she was going to ask for our ID’s or… applications or something to make sure we were over 18. Guess she couldn’t be buggered. She must have a demanding mistress! Let’s head back there my pretty Kitten and see what new toys we can find for you and Ashley!” I smiled genuinely and put her arm in mine.
She walked gingerly, and winced as the skirt was rubbing over her bare, red, painful ass. “Aww, you don’t have any panties on. I bet that skirt material is scratching the shit out of those red marks. Here. Put these on.” I reached over while the clerk was on the phone, grabbed some soft cotton, snug panties, pulled off the tag and helped Tess put them on. She was sniffling but the cool material was much better than the skirt dragging across the marks on her ass.
About halfway through the store, the back door opened slightly, and then shut again.
“Oh look, they’ve got edible panties.” I stopped and picked up a box, showing it to Tess. “I bet you’d have fun letting Ashley eat those off of you huh?”
She blushed a deep red, “Maybe, Master.”
“Maybe?! Hot damn, do you like girls? Are you bi?”
“No, Master. I really haven’t… done anything other than the other night in the van, and the things you’ve made me do. And that girl touching me today? I don’t know. I don’t know if I’d like it. It’s so embarrassing and weird… But if I say no, you’d probably jump at doing that first, and I’ve never really had a “good” experience so I don’t know. So, I said maybe, master.”
I set the package back on the shelf and turned to Tess. Placing my hands around her waist, rubbing them up and down her lower back, I looked with admiration into her azure eyes.
“Wow, an honest answer from a woman? There may be hope for mankind yet. I’ll have to get a few pairs on the way out.” I chuckled. She looked up at me, eyes still a little hazy from before.
I continued, “You were absolutely perfect at that photo shoot and during the spankings. You really do impress me, Kitten. I’m really proud of you and how you handled that. And then just now with that dumb bitch spanking you, you have it right. I am your Master and you have to Trust me that I’ll take care of you and protect you. If I tell you to do something or not to do something, you have to do it. I want you to know that. You could have let those people get to you. You could have let the clerk break you, but you have a wealth of will inside you that you tap into and make great things happen. I’m proud of you! You did exactly as you were told. You should be proud of yourself!” She looked away quickly. Why was she being disrespectful?!
“Look at me when I’m speaking to you.” I said firm. Her eyes looked back into mine slowly; a pair of fresh tears had already trekked down smooth cheeks. Oops, not disrespectful. Why would she cry again?
I brought my hands up to her face and cupped it gently; my head cocked to the side, as if by looking better I’d figure it out. Her eyes blinked up at me, her lips pouting and trembling from the cry. From this angle, her eyes were so full and large, innocent and weak, and with the next breath they could turn narrow, cold, calculating, scheming, and then in the next breath, passionate, predatory, alive.
With gentle thumbs, I wiped away a trail of tears. This was the Lady Macbeth I had been looking for. She sniffled once more. I smiled and leaned my head down to…
“She’ll see you now!! Don’t be late!”
I turned my head around, the sound of lips kissing alone softly smacked in my ears. The clerk girl hung up her phone loudly.
“Hurry up, she opened the V.I.P. room for you two!” the clerk got off the phone and began walking quickly up to the front of the store. With her bright red hair and pale skin, I wasn’t sure how I felt about the plain black mini-skirt.
A foot or two away from the door, I turned my head again for one last look. She was watching us, standing by a wall at the front gate, and when our eyes met, she looked away really quick and tried to act like she was straightening an already immaculate shelf of products. Odd, I thought I remembered the gate control being on that side. It was nowhere near time to close the store? ‘She’ will see us now? ‘She’ opened the V.I.P. room? Wasn’t that a huge dude who walked back here last? Maybe it was a huge chick?
With Tess on my arm, I pushed my hand against the back door. It was heavier than I expected, but a quick change in pressure and hand location and the door was hissing open. Hearing the clank-clank-clank of the front gate closing as we crossed the threshold, Tess and I both turned as we walked and watched the clerk lower the gate all the way, she was trying hard not to look back at us. The gate met the floor with an ominous crash.
“Weird. Well, let’s check out all the cool stuff!” I turned from Tess’s face and looked around. The hydraulic back door hissed to a close behind us.
“Um, Master, this feels weird.” She said.
I laughed, “After all the things we’ve done to you, and walking into the back room of a mall store is the “weird” thing?”
We had walked into a fairly narrow back room, maybe 8 feet deep. To my left was a wall with pictures on it of women in various bondage gear and poses. The room opened up to my right, I guess making this more of a “hallway” than a “back room.” In front of us, a neon arrow marked “1” pointed to the right, down the hallway. At the end of that hallway was another neon arrow marked “2” and it pointed left.
A few seconds after the door had closed behind us, I heard a small click, then the room was flooded in black light, and the regular lights in the room turned off.
Tess’s face was painted using a palette of fear and apprehension, the black lights casting eerie shadows. “Look at your Kitty on your shirt! It’s all glowing white, that’s awesome!” I tried to make light. She looked down, and then pulled tighter to my arm. She was confused and afraid. The smell of her overflowing sex quickly spread in the narrow hallway.
“Mmm, you smell delicious. I’m sure it’s just around the corner. Don’t be a pussy! Come on my little scaredy pussy!” It’s a proven male technique that we learn in the first few years of elementary school. Making fun of girls makes us feel stronger and more in control.
It wasn’t far and we walked up to the arrow marked “2” and looked to our left. About 5 feet ahead of us in that direction was a wall. Another neon arrow marked “3” pointed to the left. It seemed the beginnings of a maze. A 90 degree turn. World War II bunkers appeared in my mind, with turns like this to prevent grenades from being thrown directly in. They’d usually also have a machine gun port in the wall right there…! Under the arrow marked “3,” I could have sworn I saw some light coming through a small hole there. There was nothing there now. Probably just my eyes adjusting, yeah.
We turned to the left past the #3 arrow and walked a few more feet. The black lights went out. We stood in darkness. She spoke, terrified, “What the fuck is happening?” I reached into my pocket and hit her with a level 2 shock, “AHH!”
You have to maintain order even when you’re scared. As she screamed, the lights flashed on for about a second, blinding us. In a snapshot in my mind, I thought I had seen the back of a moving truck backed up into this receiving area. A second later, it went off again.
I heard doors opening. It sounded like it was coming from near that # 3 arrow behind us, and one in front of us. Out of nowhere, something firm hit me on the side of the head and I went down, ringing hard in my ear. Tess screamed and I could hear her shoes scuffing and clunking as if she were also fighting. “TEEESSSSS!” I yelled, scrambling to get up. Out of nowhere, something huge crushed down on my chest, flattening me to the floor. My hands flew out in front of me, fists of divine rage finding my attacker on the side and one on the jaw as it felt like cloth and a hand covered over my mouth. I struggled against… I don’t know what… I was no match for whoever it was and that funny smell. Quickly my screaming and bashing devolved into yelling and punching then to speaking and swatting, then mumbling and …
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