It was difficult for Penny to deny that the woman staring back from the mirror was one sexy piece of ass. She wasn't entirely (or at all) comfortable with being seen by actual people in this get up but Kyle had ordered her to do this and she did what her Master told her to do. That's what it meant to be a good slave, a good Kitten.
That was why she pushed down her doubts about wearing a skirt that didn't quite come down past the curve of her ass and would give an eyeful of her freshly shaved snatch to anybody who bothered to really look at her. She wriggled slightly in the corset pushing her full breasts up and then exhaled slightly. She'd have to remind him sometime in the future that no amount of white make up and black lipstick and eye liner made her into an actual vampire. Breathing was one of her stronger addictions. She also didn't really think she looked much like a vamp, more like something that had escaped a KISS concert especially when he'd decided to paint a spade over her left eye but she'd decided it was worth it. Having her Master fawn over her to the point of learning how to apply make up so it was done just the way he wanted it done wasn't something she was apt to complain about. If she was going to complain about something it would probably be the knee high black leather boots with the six inch heels he had her tottering around in. They made her tall enough to look in the eye but she had to measure her steps very carefully robbing her of whatever confidence the heels were supposed to add. She had a few minor complaints about the nylon sleeves he had here wearing, they had a single loop around her middle finger and came just shy of her shoulders and she thought they looked a little silly. Kyle thought they looked like something out of a show he liked. Penny would also have a word with him about putting her in pigtails.
Still all things considered she couldn't claim that the woman in the mirror wasn't built out of solid fucking sex and when she strode out her front door she made a little performance out of leaning over to make sure her door was locked. Across the hall Alfred dropped his tea cup and Penny smiled.
It took her just over forty five minutes to get to the mall where Kyle had told her to meet him. She hadn't been out of the parking lot when she felt the first of sets of eyes settling on her. If she strained Penny could hear their voices but not enough to discern what they were saying. She didn't actually need to hear them to know what they were saying about her though. They were the same things she'd be saying if she saw a woman dressed like a full leather dominatrix in the middle of March strutting into the mall.
Penny's breath caught in her throat. It took all of her attention to pretend like she didn't notice them and keep walking. She could tell this was going to be a long day if this was just the first few minutes. Once she was inside the mall it was immediately worse. Every head turned as she walked by and the only thing she could do was keep her head up and her eyes forward pretending not to notice.
The combination of self imposed tunnel vision and the rhythmic click-clack of her heels had her so focused she didn't even notice Kyle till he wrapped his arms around her middle and pulled her up against him. He'd known in advance that he'd caught her off guard which explained why he was pinning her arms to her sides which was the only thing keeping her from driving her elbows into his ribs. "Afternoon sexy."
It was hard to pretend she didn't like the way his arms felt wrapped around her or the sound of his voice against her ear. The steady beating of his heart against her back wasn't unpleasant either. "Afternoon Master." She wriggled against him straining for a kiss but he dodged and pushed her away. "I hope this is to your liking?" He'd only left her half an hour ago for reasons he wouldn't explain. She thought he just wanted to give her one last chance to back down.
She realized that wasn't completely true when she noticed a bag resting beside his backpack. Clearly he had something in mind that was a little more involved than just seeing if she'd actually show. She felt her breath catch beneath her breasts for a moment freezing her in the process.
It was only when he slipped a hand beneath her indecently short skirt that she was shocked back into reality. "Someone will see!" She hissed. She didn't move though. Penny didn't dare move because his hand was probably covering more of her than the skirt and nobody seemed to be staring. She saw a few eyes roll over her but it was the same glance they'd been giving her since she entered the mall and the same one they were giving a bunch of high school cheerleaders skipping around the food court. If someone noticed that her Master had two fingers gliding back and forth over her shaven lips they were doing a good job of playing it cool. Much better than she was when she noticed her left leg was pumping creating a steady click like an angry clock. "Stop! Please!"
Kyle captured her clit between the two fingers. "Why would I stop?" He obviously wasn't concerned with anybody seeing him. Why would he be, he was in a black button up shirt and with matching jeans and boots. The only thing he needed to be worried about at all was maybe being seen with a whore but not actually being the whore! "I like you like this."
Penny's legs were already threatening to turn to mush beneath her. He had her captured exactly where he wanted her. "Please, what do you want?" She bit down on her lip and frantically looked around. Still nobody seemed to have noticed what they were doing, most didn't even seem to notice her at all. It probably helped that with her Master's arms wrapped around her she was mostly covered up. There was also his glare, he might have been a generally friendly guy but the way he stared at people convinced most people he was high on the do not fuck with list.
"I want to teach you a lesson. Do you remember last week? When I told you that you'd rue what you'd done." Penny did remember that. Mostly because she remembered that despite the serious look in his eyes that she'd been unable to keep from giggling when he told her she'd rue the day. Who actually said that outside of Disney villains and usually right before they ran off with their tails tucked between their legs. He probably hadn't even really cared much about what she'd done wrong so much as he cared about her poise. That was one thing he rarely forgave. After a moment was spent gathering her thoughts she nodded to indicate that she did. "Good, you didn't think I'd forgotten did you." That was a rhetorical question. He never forgot anything.
"What are you going to do to me?" She whispered. Penny had to lean most of her weight against him, she'd probably collapse to the floor without his support.
"A new punishment." He released her slowly waiting patiently before pushing her to the bag. "Fetch my bags." She walked over to his backpack and shopping back bending at the waist, always at the waist, and picked them up.
It was easy to forget just how fast and quiet that bastard to could be. When she turned around he was already halfway across the food court handing off a couple of bills to an attractive young Hispanic girl wearing an absurd hat in the shape of a hotdog. With her other hand she was balancing a tray with food on it. He smiled at her and Penny watched the young girl blush. He had that effect on women and she was giggling lightly while she went back to her store.
Penny gently pushed the thought out of her mind. He didn't mean anything by it, she'd seen him flirt more than that with his own cousins. Originally she thought he did it to make her jealous but that wasn't it, at all. He just didn't care that it annoyed her which was a little different.
"So what are your plans Master?" She rested his backpack at his feet but the second bag she rested on the table next to their food. She recognized the bag, it was from the local sex shop. They tried to be subtle with their plain black bags but that only made them all the more conspicuous in a place where all the other bags were brightly colored and covered with logos.
Kyle didn't answer her. Instead he picked up a plate with two corndogs on it and slid the tray towards here with a third and a basket of fries. There wasn't any point in her asking him anything else. His mother had taught him not to talk when his mouth was full, his father had taught him to eat when he didn't want to talk and the Marines had taught him that there was nothing worse in the world than waiting. The only reason Penny even started, careful not to muss her makeup, eating was because if she didn't he would. He wasn't really buying her food so much as allowing her to have some little control over how long it took before he answered her questions.
He was a clever bastard when the mood struck him.
Several minutes later Kyle finished off the last handful of fries and told Penny to get rid of the tray. She plastered on an intentionally fake smile as she did it. He seemed to enjoy making her do the most menial things every bit as much as he enjoyed putting her through more intimate paces. Right then his motivation probably had a lot to do with watching her walk across the food court in a skirt that didn't cover her up and counting the heads that turned.
Penny had found after a while that she could actually tell the gender and approximate age of the person looking at her without even seeing them. She could tell when they were young men staring at her because their gaze was always hot and sticky like a sweat soaked towel oozing over whatever part of her body was the focus of their lusts. Women, most of them, had a gaze like a cold snap. Sometimes it lingered over a specific area of envy but usually it was more like stepping into a freezer. Old men were more like the young men were a lot more like their younger counterparts only colder and thicker. If a young man was like a sweaty t-shirt an old man was like a freezing cold blanket thrown overhead. Subconsciously she kept count of them as she walked to the trash bins and back to the table where Kyle was waiting with a knowing smile.
He didn't say anything. There really wasn't a point in him saying anything to her. He'd made his point long ago and he only repeated it because he was afraid she'd forget if he didn't keep drilling it into her head. She was attractive. Sexy as all hell was the phrase he usually used. It was the last thing she'd believed when they'd first met just over a year ago. He'd figured out the first time he'd dressed her up that she didn't believe him when he told her she was sexy. He was her boyfriend and that made him a liar or at least unreliable. It took a long while. She didn't like the way men looked at her with only a single thought and women (most) with another singular thought but she couldn't deny they noticed when she walked by.
He enjoyed being right.
