(I wrote this fantasy just for fun. All characters over 18. I could have placed this story under the category exhibitionist & voyeur, but seleected BDSM. It contains humiliation and sex. Please enjoy.)
I walk purposefully towards the side entrance to the Department Store located in the local shopping mall. I am dressed in my jeans and white collared golf style shirt with my strong arms showing, and a tanned face from golfing. I look like the confident Master, which I am.
It was just after 5:30 p.m., and I knew that you would be waiting for me in the women's department, lingerie to be exact. I had called you earlier in the day at your office, and had instructed you to meet me there appropriately attired.
Of course having to work in an office, you wore the typical business skirt, white button up blouse, tan thigh high stockings and conservative shoes. What was not typical was that after my phone call, you went into the ladies room, slipped off your panties, and took your anal plug from your purse.
After lubricating it with some Vaseline, you eased it into your bottom hole. You quiver when the plug is fully inserted, not only from the warm feeling that seems to spread to your pussy, but also the thought that your Master might insert the "real" thing, when you meet at the mall later. You remember to put on your schoolgirl panties prior to leaving the ladies room. They are white cotton full cut panties.
I see you standing at attention near the wall, your mouth slightly opened your legs spread about a foot apart and your head lowered. Your hands are clasped behind you just as I have taught you. I can see the hem of your skirt is above your knee revealing your long legs. Your white blouse is unbuttoned to the top of your breast, which now contain no bra and your long brown hair is resting on your shoulders.
You smile when you see me approaching you around the racks of bras, slips and other assorted intimate apparel. You had already picked out a few things to take into the adjacent dressing room and had informed the sales person that someone was going to meet you there to give his opinion on what you had picked out.
I grin as I wrap my arms around your waist and give you a deep, tongue, stabbing kiss. I can smell a hint of your special perfume. The special scent always makes my cock harden. The perfume seemed to work, since as I kiss and suck at your mouth, my cock hardens and grinds into your crotch. My hand reaches behind you to your backside and I give you a quick swat feeling your anal plug, as I smack your bottom.
'How do you greet your Master subbie?' I ask.
I watch as you curtsey deeply lifting your skirt above your hips oblivious of the other shoppers.
'Raise your skirt higher Missy so I can see your panties and bend lower as you curtsey,' I order.