I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story...
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I am fitted with the tightest of CB-6000 cock harnesses in your closet of harnesses, hurts to sit. Robert has fastened it with a tiny lock. He chose the small one on purpose. I know better than to complain, say a word. I dressed as soon as he finished his order to harness me, black slacks, soft white polo type shirt, and casual shoes without socks. I look every bit a man that would be at a casual business meeting, a country club lunch, etc., look completely normal except for the bulge in the front of my pants. I'm not wearing any underpants, cock harness sticks out in front. Not inordinate but it is pronounced. A woman would notice, maybe think I'm well hung...but the bulge sticks out in front, not off to the side. Nothing that would draw crazy attention but it is noticeable. I have not been able to pee. I was afraid to ask and now feel like I have to pee as we leave the house.
We ride along in your car, me driving. I hurried to let you into the backseat but you brushed me away stating that you will be riding in the front seat with me. Your hand is on my leg, fingers drift, pet my inner thigh just below the bulge in my pants. You know that you are torchering my trapped and caged penis. I say nothing, concentrate on driving. Your hand brushes the harness, pats it.
"You know, Ethan, I had a thought today, so delightfully mean. I want to share it with you."
I wince, feel your hand start to knead my thigh softly, think you are about to hurt me. I brace for a slap, something.
"I've never seen Robert with a man's penis in his mouth. When he cleaned you today I wasn't amused or turned on so much as I was aroused by the humiliation and cruelty of it. He hated that. I could tell. And that did turn me on. And you, baby were a wonderful wake-up fuck. Don't think that was lost on me."
You pet my thigh, stroke it.
"I thought as I was showering that I should get Robert a collar charm, maybe a dog bone like dogs wear, have it engraved. Have it read 'little cocksucker', something like that. He'd hate that and it would be a constant reminder of what he'll do, how far he'll go to please his Goddess."
You take your hand off of me, my penis straining at it's cage. I feel the slight urge to pee, say not a word. You turn to the window.
"Do you think that would be appropriate? We both already know you're a little cocksucker, disgusting and dirty little whore for men until I took control of you. Maybe get a bigger one for you? A pink one shaped like a dick?"
You laugh to yourself.
"Yes, Ma'am, if it amuses you."
I feel terror, hate the idea. You say nothing more, we drive. You enjoy the beautiful day. You are lost in your thoughts. I am lost in your beauty.
You are dressed in a soft summer dress, short and just above the knee, very form fitting showing off your lovely breasts, cute white lace panties and bra underneath it. You wear open toed 3" heels, no stockings. You are a wonderfully dressed impeccably beautiful woman. I so want you to touch my penis again, crave it, long for you.
When we arrive at the Galleria I hurry to open your door. You push your purse at me and I take it. Without telling me to, I fall in two steps behind you. We walk from the car to the mall, go to one of your favorite shoe stores.
The clerk doesn't comment but he notices that I stand with my eyes to the floor holding your purse as you sit. You tell him you are looking for spike heel ankle boots, want to see whatever he has, something sexy yet authoritarian. He looks quizzical at your comment. You smile. As he hurries away and returns with several boxes you sit patiently, ignoring me the entire time. Others have noticed the man with the purse, the bulge in his pants, standing next to the beautiful woman seated with her legs crossed...ignoring the obvious servant next to her.
The clerk hurries back, bows and bends to his knees in front of you, takes out the first part of boots, cute, white soft leather, tiny straps and silver buckles at the side, 4" spike heels. All of the boots he has brought back would be considered 'fuck me' shoes, all would illicit instant attention when worn out publicly. You look down as he removes your shoes and puts each boot on one at a time. They are all 'perfect' Mistress boots as well, a display of Dominatrix power and allure.
"You do that very well. Maybe I could have my boys take a lesson."
You laugh girlishly. He ignores it.
"We have these in black and pink, would have to order the pink."
You sit as one at a time the pairs of boots are placed on your feet. The third pair catches your eye, you instantly stand and walk to the mirror, walk looking back over your shoulder at the boots on your feet, your image in the mirror.
"What to you think, Ethan?"
"They are beautiful Ma'am, you are beautiful."
You ignore my comment.
"Would they be sexually exciting to my lover?"
The clerk looks away, uncomfortable.
"Yes, Ma'am. Very much so."
You laugh. That would be the least of your concerns, he salivates over you no matter what you wear or don't wear. You are fucking with the clerk, humiliating me so very subtly.
"I'll take these and the white ones you first put on me."
You sit and the clerk puts your shoes back on your feet.
Yes, Ma'am, thank you and see you at the register."
He hurries away with the boxes.
You say nothing to me, snap your fingers and start to walk to the register. I quickly fall in behind you and follow, see a woman and her daughter both looking at me. The saw the snapping of your fingers, heard it clearly, see me hurry along with your purse. I feel their prying eyes. Feel like I have pee more, I mentally control the urge, tell myself I will not pee, will not ask, will hold it all day if necessary.
After you pay for your items I take the bags. I am marched through the mall store to store, at each stop given another bag or two to carry, at each stop shown to be the perfect submissive for anyone that cares to notice, smiled at, face bright red at times when responding to a snap of your fingers, a bag pushed into my stomach, hurried grasp of it. At one of the stores in the lingerie section where you purchase a white bustier the sales lady commented on me. Never allowed to sit, stand patiently and submissively by as you hand me bags, wait for you as you are in the dressing room. As she rung up your purchase her eyes kept shifting to me, the register, back to me.
"My, he seems very well trained."
She looks at me over the top of her reading glasses.
"You have no idea."
You both laugh, one woman to another laugh
"I can imagine, I can certainly imagine. Thank you for you purchase. Please do come again."
She smiles at you as we leave. Her eyes glued on me, knowing smirk.
Hours go by...dresses, blouses, more shoes, wonderful things to make a wonderful lady wonderfully sexy, attractive, dressed and beautiful.
"I'm hungry, Ethan. Let's do lunch."
You don't wait for me to answer, just start walking to a café you like. You make a call, can't hear who to, can't hear anything...only the noise in my ear of humiliation, knowing all eyes are on your little servant boy. I feel embarrassed by being so publically displayed as your purse and bag carrying slave. At the same time I feel my penis stir every time I see you try on, model the sexy things that come so naturally for you to buy, wear. Feel my penis stir at your absolute power and femininity. I hear you say into the phone, 'Okay, see you in a minute or two.'
I feel like I will have to pee soon, have to. So afraid to ask.
We enter the café, me laden with bags, you in the lead. We are seated at a bright table just off center main floor, can be seen by the entire staff and all diners. Most all eyes turn toward the beautiful lady and the man carrying a huge load of bags and a purse following behind her. The host seats you, I stay standing. You point to the chair and snap your fingers. Several look, attention taken by the 'snap' of your fingers. I sit, still holding the bags. You laugh loud enough for the people at the next table to look over at us.
"Ethan, put the bags down. You're making a scene. You really are a cute boy, and a very attentive one as well."
"Thank you, Ma'am. Thank you."
The lady at the next table smiles, hear her say to her girlfriend, 'I need one of those.'. They both laugh. You ignore them.
The waiter comes to the table. Before he even gets a word out you look up at him.
"I'll have the salmon salad, another for my friend that will be arriving shortly. I'll have your house white wine, just one glass, ice tea for my friend."
The waiter looks at me.
Again, before he speaks, "He'll have nothing."
You look at me and I put my eyes to my lap, starting to fidget slightly, have to pee badly now. The water glasses on the table...all of it too much, have to pee.
