Mall Adventure A three

Ms. Louise

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                                                                        Mall Adventure
                                           A Three-Part Odyssey Inspired by Mistress Louise

    i was settling in for a great night of TV with the usual two Martini's i made in Her honor every night. She never came to drink it, but just the thought of the event always excited me. Wednesday was my favorite night. i would watch Xena at 6:00, The New Wonder Woman at 7:00, Dark Angel at 8:00, and Tomb raiders starring Lara Croft at 9:00. By 10:00 I'd be so excited i'd have to take a tranquilizer.
    The phone rang just as Xena was climbing into a wooden bathtub with Gabriella and i wasn't going to move till i heard Mistress Louise's voice on the answering machine.
    "you've got five seconds to answer, little man.” i bumped my knee rushing to the phone and swore quietly.
    "Could you come over and drive Me to the mall, fancy? I have a surprise for you that I'm sure you'll enjoy," She said. "you have an hour to get here. I want you sparkling. A two-quart douche should work. Don't disappoint Me.” Click.
    i always loved playing chauffeur for Her and would have sped through Lindale to get there. you know what that's' like! But this was much more, so nervous as a whore in church i prepared myself quickly. i gulped my drink and set the VCR to record then ran out the door.
    She was waiting for me outside the Studio, dressed casually in faded jeans, cotton button down, and sneakers. Her hair was severely pulled back and tucked under a leather baseball cap. She enjoyed going "Butch" once in a while. i took the bulge in Her jeans as a sign She was happy to see me.
    Mistress always sits in the back seat and i had maneuvered my rear view mirror to allow a peak under Her skirts, so i was a little disappointed. The fact that i could drive safely never entered my little mind.
    "Drive,” She said. "Eyes on the road.”
    The Mall had deteriorated over the years, and had recently been completely renovated. Roving gangs and disorderly youth had taken over till the management made a welcome change. A security force of uniformed muscular young men and women now patrolled the walkways and stores with holstered paddles. We weren't 'there for ten minutes till we saw them move into action outside Victoria's. A male panty Fetishist had broken the "Five minute fondling" rule and was quickly escorted out of the store and into the Mall. The male guard bent him over at the waist, scissored his head between a pair of muscled thighs, and bent his arms behind his back. His Female partner delivered a dozen crisp smacks to the delight of the attractive Female Manager who nodded her head approvingly.
    "Thanks for shopping at Victoria's," she yelled after him in a businesslike voice as he scurried away rubbing his backside.
    i followed Mistress Louise walking a respectful three feet behind Her, and noticed most of the men shoppers were doing the same thing. A new concept store called Borders for Her was drawing a big crowd. Their windows were lined with posters announcing the latest in Feminist literature, and a special sale price on Female music. A three-foot square signed warned: No males allowed.
    i waited outside while She browsed through the store. From my vantage point i could see a blond Brittany Spears wannabe in white halter top and tight short shorts cruising Mistress Louise. She maneuvered herself between Mistress and bookracks and coyly rubbed her tight ass against the front of Mistress's jeans. i couldn't hear their words, but i did notice Mistress's hands move to the blonde's bottom. i watched as the blond left the store with a big smile on her face and her curvy rump twitching. The raised printing on the M.L.D. business card tucked in to the back of hers shorts was clearly visible and i was green with envy.
    "Only a few days," i thought, "till you're begging for a spanking. Why should she be different from the rest of us. All our will power had been easily shredded like a sheet of cheap paper, hers would be too. Then the only thing that mattered would be serving, and praying for small rewards". Mistress returned and we stopped at a sidewalk sale at the Cross dressers Boutique. They had a wonderful assortment of plus sizes and a huge crowd of nervous men getting clothing and make-up advise from a lovely transvestite dwarf in a darling little black cocktail dress. Mistress had chosen to take me in more exotic directions than cross dressing and i was grateful for Her wisdom. i had always enjoyed the thrill of a snug pair of women's panties, but knew that at my very best I'd be an ugly, clumsy T-girl. Still it was fun thumbing through the racks of corsets, garter belts, and girdles. The selection of stockings was "to die for,” and the thought of hitching them to sexy garters did keep my attention for a long time.
    We bumped into Mistress's friend from the costume shop, and she was very cordial, even remembering my name from our one visit. "How could I ever forget you fancy. When Mistress Louise spanked you at my business you carried on like a schoolgirl. I don't think I've ever seen anyone whine and kick like you did over a simple spanking.” my face became red with embarrassment as we walked to the leather store.
    A female salesclerk met us at the door. "Hello my name is Gwen, and I'm here to serve you and answer any questions.” She handed Mistress Louise a chrome leash that was attached to her nose ring. "Just tug and I'll come crawling," Gwen said. "In more ways than one,” i thought to myself. She had a small face with chestnut brown hair that was cut boy short. Both ears were pierced along with her nose, and tongue. She wore a white T-shirt with leather jeans and it was obvious she preferred the company of Women. "Where else are you pierced dear,” Mistress asked. Her hands moved to demonstrate as she spoke. "Both nipples, my belly button, and three between my legs; two on the outer lips, and the third through my clit. I can come just by rubbing my thighs together. I started rubbing the moment I saw you enter the store."
    We browsed the leather store without Mistress finding anything of interest except Gwen's bottom. When we reached the fitting rooms Mistress pulled Gwen and me inside and closed the curtain, saying "show Me the other rings.” Gwen lifted her T-shirt and cupped her hands around each small round breast, lifting them to offer her stiff brown nipples. Mistress tugged softly at the rings, then dragged Her fingernails down the flat tummy and played at the navel. "More," She said. The tight leather pants slid slowly over her hips and dipped to mid thigh. Her dark brown pubic curls were clipped short and the golden rings shined against her skin. Mistress pulled on all three, a little harder at the clit till Gwen sighed. Louise extracted another business card from Her pocket and skillfully folded it in half with Her left hand, then in half again. She looked like a riverboat gambler rolling a cigarette; sure she owned the winning hand. She inserted it between the soft folds of skin then raised the jeans back up. "Call me if you're interested,” Mistress said and we left her trying to regain her composure. We stopped briefly in Dildos'R'us so Mistress took take advantage of a coupon from the newspaper, then moved on to the Paddle Hut. As usual they were busy taking phone orders and reciting the daily specials. "Buy one wooden school paddle, and get a leather stinger for half-price," the clerk said into the receiver. "Your order will be out in thirty minutes or it's free.”
    Dominants loved the service and never made the call until their slaves were bent over and bound. Anticipating a beating for thirty minutes was excruciating torture. I followed Mistress as She strolled to the Piercing & Tattoo kiosk, and watched a pretty-assed slave boy getting his Masters insignia tattooed on his buttocks. Then to the middle of the Mall where a crowd had gathered around the water fountains to watch a Japanese rope bondage exhibition.
    The rope Master was explaining the intricate craft and demonstrating on a pretty Asian girl, probably Thai. He had almost finished and a complicated network of rope bound her upper body like a fiendish corset. His skilled hands knotted the rope three or four times then drew the soft cord between the girl's legs separating the tender folds of skin, then up between her ass cheeks to fasten at the rear. As the knots chafed her clit, pussy, and anus her eyes shut and her mouth opened slightly. Her trembles and moans were very quite, but the entire audience could feel and share the joy of her orgasm.
    i was getting more and more excited. The idea of being on humiliating display while experiencing this most intimate act in front of a large crowd was appealing beyond words. Without thinking i let my hand move to Mistress's cock. it felt thick and hard and wanted to drop to my knees right then and suck Her. Her hand cupped my ass; She was aroused too. i grinned. We had been at the Mall for just over an hour and She had been "hit on" by two gorgeous women, and i still had a chance for Her attentions that night.
    Twenty yards later i saw it and turned to Her smiling face. "It seemed like a good idea fancy, and a decent revenue stream. you'll be the first customer,” She said.
    The kiosk was 16X16 with display walls at either ends, and a fitting booth in the center.
    "Take your time choosing there's a big selection.” i went to the end displaying the ponytails first.

(End part one)
                                                                    New Order-part two

    Mistress Louise had allowed me to chauffeur Her to the Retro clothing and costume shop, and while She tried on Her new Wonder Woman attire, i browsed the aisles.
    Wonderful costumes and clothing were displayed everywhere; i could become a schoolgirl, cheerleader, streetwalker, and Oh my a beautiful Can-Can dancer. i ran the sexy material over my face and dreamed of doing high kicks, and throwing the skirt up exposing my panties to the audience. Slowly, without thinking, my hand dropped to my crotch to begin stroking myself.
    “fancy, what the fuck are you doing?” Mistress shouted. i turned quickly to see the stores Proprietress and my Mistress, both looking very cross. The spandex Wonder Woman costume hugged every curve, i almost melted with embarrassment and desire. Mistress Louise wore knee high leather boots, a red corset top, and blue tights that hugged Her little buttocks like a second skin. my eyes dropped to Her pussy, and my cock almost exploded.
    She grabbed my ear and marched me downstairs, apologizing to the store owner all the way. “Don’t worry Mistress Louise, hardly a week goes by in this shop without a man making a fool of himself, and I’ve just the remedy,” She said, producing an ornate Victorian hairbrush.
    In an instant my trousers and panties were at my knees and i found myself in the familiar OTK position, begging for forgiveness. The loud SWATS attracted two other couples adding to my humiliation. “Good for You, Mistress,” one Woman said, “Just the way I would have handled the situation.” The other Woman chimed in, “I agree, my husband gets it on the spot, as do most of the men in my neighborhood. I’ve turned the wood shop into a woodshed, and instead of beer bottles and nudie calendars, it’s full of bad boys with bright red bottoms. All the Ladies have taken control of their lives, and enjoy obedient boyfriends and husbands. It is a way of life in the new Millennium!”
    Mistress Louise spanked me for a full fifteen minutes, and knowing i deserved every Smack didn’t help at all. i stood in front of everyone rubbing my sore buttocks, with tears streaming down my face, till Mistress ordered me to stand in the corner with my garments still at my knees.
    The Proprietress served all the Women tea, and they began a lengthy conversation about the “New Order.” Women throughout the world had taken their rightful place, realized their strength and Superiority, and enslaved the foolish men that worshipped them. They discussed various methods of discipline, panty training, forced feminization, punitive smothering, and of course the absolute necessity of strap-on therapy.
    i sneaked a look back at the two men standing at attention close by, noticing their very red and embarrassed faces, and like me, the bulges in the front of their trousers.

Part III: The One Size Fits All Philosophy Dies

The display walls were covered with luxuriant talks of real pony hair. Each was 26 to 29 inches long and was available in manes weighing from 1 to 3 pounds. All the naturally occurring colors were on the first rack. Blacks, browns from chestnut to auburn and every shade in between and finally a Palomino silver blond that Mistress weighed in Her hand. I could almost read Her mind.

“Thinking about Your new acquaintance from the bookstore?” i asked. The sight of her round twitching rump was still fresh in my mind and I tried to imagine her buttocks naked and plugged, it wasn’t very hard for me to do.

Mistress laughed softly to Herself. “fancy, you are becoming a more intuitive animal everyday. She certainly has potential and may take eagerly to the bit and bridle. And if she is not eager, it will certainly be fun breaking her to the crop.”

We moved to the next two racks examining custom dyed tails of every imaginable color, then moved on to the other end of the display to inspect the choice in plugs. The first two side held the vanilla assortment that is available in any Wal-mart. The third displayed a unique electronic collapsible model with a small sign that said, ‘Patent Pending, MLD Corp. 6/1/2001.’

i picked up one of the glossy brochures and read about the product and the company MLD Laboratories, LLC. MLD was the owner and marketer. Together the brightest minds from polymer science in Akron, Ohio and computer technology in the Silicone Valley made these unique toys. The plug itself was fashioned from a space-age material and only 5 inches long and no more than an inch in circumference. Computer chips were imbedded into the plug, making it capable of expanding at any spot to incredible dimensions. Boy, was i impressed.

Mistress Louise had obviously put together a group of Dominant venture capitalists that were in position to make a fortune. Even my small animal mind could see the franchise and licensing opportunities. And when Louise make the Leno, Letterman and Oprah circuit, the Wall Street people would begin salivating and not just over the Mistress. If the company went public, there was a Queen’s ransom to be make for a lot of people.

Two employees greeted Mistress with hugs and kisses. The salesperson was a charming T-Girl named Danni an olive skinned Mediterranean type. Her silk blouse bulged with femininity. Her skirt was short enough to display long sexy legs and tight enough to hug a perfect heart-shaped bottom. The technician was a mature former school Mistress called Clare. Both were very warm and friendly. i felt very special to be their first customer.

“fancy already has a beautiful tail, but is having difficulty with his generic plug. Aren’t you, dear?” Mistress announced out of the blue.

i felt a flush of blood run up through my face and knew i must be blushing like a schoolgirl. “Yes, Ma’am,” i stammered. Danni took my hand and told me not to be so silly. i immediately felt comfortable and relaxed.

“Take your time with the measurements, Clare. I want it perfect, the first time. I’ve got some shopping to do…and fancy is in no hurry,” taunted Mistress Louise.

We all watcher Her walk away, three pairs of eyes glued to the tight denim stretched over Her Royal Derriere, till She entered Abercrombie and Bitch, the popular Femdom clothing store.

“My panties get wet, just watching Her,” Danni said. Clare and i nodded our heads in agreement.

Clare led me by the hand into the fitting booth and ordered me to undress, which I did quickly and obediently. The room was equipped with monitors and surgical devices and a familiar wooden beam like the one in my stable. I bent over it, feeling quite at home. Then I placed my head through an opening in the display wall.

Danni had set up a television monitor and a small crowd was gathering to listen to her story. She went over some background information and most of the audience followed along with the brochure from the display. I heard the snap of a rubber glove and the cool jolt of Clare’s lubricated fingers being worked into my ass.

The television set sparked to life with an x-ray picture of Clare probing my tiny opening. I thought I’d die from embarrassment!

I watched the monitor as her hands retreated and the new plug was squeezed easily into the channel. It quickly expanded to 6 or 7 inches, then it began to widen. The widening started at the tip and formed an hour glass configuration as it moved back. In spite of my embarrassing situation and the gasping audience, I let out a sexual moan of pleasure that surprised everyone.

“you lucky boy,” Danni said, then turned to the audience. “Ladies are you tired of your husbands and boyfriends whining when you open then with your strap-on tools?”

They all quickly nodded in agreement.

“The new MLD technology is available for both plugs and dildos. You can have him purring like a kitten or screaming in agony. This insures a grateful and receptive partner. But if you choose a disciplinary session for a particularly naughty husband or boyfriend, the control is in your hands!” Danni pressed a common looking remote control and i felt the plug growing. i watched the monitor in horror as the wide base of the plug seemed to double in size stretching my anus, but i moaned instead of screaming.

“Watch the monitor closely, “ Danni told the crowd. The computer is stretching inside taking advantage of the muscles rather than fighting them. Every muscle is wrapping around the plug as it takes shape, and the computer has been programmed to support a three-pound tail and use the body’s strength to hold it in it rather than expel it.”

i knew the plug’s base was wider than my standard plug yet it felt wonderfully comfortable and was locked securely into place. Danni continued her narrative. “One touch of a button and the plug returns to original size. Another touch and it returns to its programmed memorized perfect fit. Ladies, it is a miracle. You can use it for pleasure or punishment, as you see fit!”

Clare had taken a seat at the sales desk and this line formed quickly. “How did I do?” Danni asked. It was her first sales pitch and she needed to know it had gone well. “You were marvelous dear,” i replied. We both had a great night.

“We aren’t done yet, fancy. Mistress had designated you a preferred customer,” she said as she walked away.

i heard the door to the fitting booth behind me open. Then i felt her shimmering stockings and garters against the back of my thighs. Danni’s hands reached around and her fingers worked my nipples. Then with one push of her hips, she filled me. I am always amazed at how today’s She-males can tuck their equipment into those tiny panties. Her cock was juicy and thick and she gave me a ride that had me purring in minutes. i came just as Mistress returned with a smile on Her face. She had a new Mall stray in tow.

Danni and i quickly joined Clare as the Mall lights were dimming. Mistress spoke to Clare. “This is Giselle and I am putting her in your care.”

The stray had the body of a thirteen-year old boy and the look of a horny sailor on her face.

“She was caught shoplifting. I talked the guards into letting Me handle the problem rather than the police. Take her home for a good scrubbing and all the medical tests and shots. I’d suggest as many bare-bottomed spankings as you feel are necessary. As I remember from My school days, you are very good at that,” Mistress said.

Clare smiled broadly. “I have had some experience with naughty girls.” Then they both laughed. Mistress exited saying, “fancy, drive Me to the Club. Good Night, Ladies.”

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