For Jon, for his input, inspiration and understanding.
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I woke up to the sensation of my nipples being toyed with. As my vision cleared, I saw that it was Tom playing with them.
"Hi," he said, "Awake at last!"
He left my nipples alone and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching up to stroke my hair aside.
"We're going to the mall today Abby. I've taken out a dress for you to wear. You'll see I've cut the bottom a bit-- I thought it was too long."
"Okay-- let me have breakfast and then I'll get dressed," I replied, still a bit groggy.
"I'll make you breakfast while you get dressed. No underwear. You can wear one of your half-cup bras with the nipples cut out if you want, but I want nothing covering your crotch. And make sure you're smooth. Shave in the shower."
With that, he left the room.
I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and showered. I shaved my legs and pussy, making sure I was completely smooth for him.
He'd hung the dress he wanted me to wear on the towel rack. It was very low-cut, black and figure-hugging. I took it with me to the bedroom.
I put on a bra that had the nipples cut out, adjusting it slightly so that my nipples stuck out well, and the dress. He had cut it! It ended less than an inch after my buttocks. The top of the dress exposed my breastbone and about a third of each breast. The tightness of the dress meant that my nipples were clearly visible, as well as the shape of my buttocks.
I added a pair of high-heeled sandals and went into the kitchen. He had laid out some toast, jam, butter and a cup of tea for me. I ate standing against the counter and he watched me, without saying a word.
He took my dishes away when I was done and told me to wait right there. He packed them into the dishwasher, put it on and came to stand in front of me. He put a leg on either side of my body, pinning me between him and the counter.
He kissed me and held me close. He put a hand against my crotch and rubbed lightly.
"Thank you my sweet, for following my instructions," he said.
I smiled at him. I liked obeying his commands.
"Up on the counter. Spread your legs."
I did as I was told and he grabbed a marker before standing between my legs.
Without a word, he pulled the material covering my left breast down slightly and began to write on my skin. He repeated this action on my right breast. The words were written on my body such that the material of the dress just covered them. You could see they were there, but you couldn't see what they said, unless I bent over or pulled the material aside.
I had "yours to" written on my left breast and "fuck" written on my right breast.
He winked and said, "There we go. All ready to go out. Grab your purse love."
He drove us to the mall and parked near the entrance. He told me what he had planned as we walked inside.
"Just listen for now-- don't speak. We're going to go grocery shopping, but I don't have a list, so we're going to go through every aisle and see what pops up that we need. We might not need anything. I don't know-- we'll see."
At that point I knew he had other ideas. Tom was a get-to-the-point type of guy. He'd never trawl through the aisles to see what popped up without ulterior motives.
"After that Abby, we'll go have a snack."
We walked into the first grocery shop we found, got a trolley and began our trip through the aisles. He pushed the trolley and I walked beside him.
The store was very quiet. Just a few customers and staff here and there. We got to the second aisle and we were alone.
"Abby, stop."
I gave him a confused look, but stopped next to him.
He pulled me toward him, leaving the trolley, and put my arms around his neck. He pulled at my nipples as he whispered into my ear.
"Ab, I don't actually want to buy anything here-- wait don't say anything yet! I want to keep walking through the aisles with you.
"Every time we come across a man, you must bend over and pick something from the lowest shelf, sticking your ass in the air and giving him a good view."
"Yes Tom," I said nervously.
We encountered the first man in the next aisle-- the baking aisle. He was standing in front of the flour. Tom stopped with the trolley a few metres away. I walked closer to him and looked at the sprinkles next to the flour. When I was sure he'd acknowledged my presence, I bent over in a very seductive manner. I could feel the air and his eyes on my ass. I could also feel the blood rush into my cheeks. I remained bent over and pretended to read the label of the sprinkles. After a short moment, I straightened up. The man averted his gaze quickly and I walked back to Tom.
"No honey, that's not the ones I want," I said to him.
Tom gave me a smirk and tweaked a nipple quickly. He then put both hands on the trolley and we kept walking.
That experience had turned me on. I was beginning to get wet and could feel it on my thighs.
Two aisles later, we encountered the next man. It was the soap and detergents aisle. He was part of the staff and was on a ladder packing soap onto the highest shelf. Tom again stopped a few metres away and I went towards the man.
"Hi ma'am, can I help you?" he asked.
"No I'm fine thanks. Just need a very specific soap. Let me see if this is it."
With that, I bent over to pick a bar of soap from the lowest shelf, giving the polite man a great view of my ass. I scanned the back of the packet, still bent over and put it back on the shelf.
"That's the right one but I'll come back when I have other groceries to buy too-- make it all one transaction," I said, straightening up.
He could probably see right down my dress from his place on the ladder. He could probably see the "yours to fuck" written across my breasts. That both embarrassed me and turned me on-- my cheeks heated up again and my pussy got very, very wet.
I walked back to Tom and we walked down the aisle. As we walked past the man, I noticed the bulge in his pants-- it was more distinct than when we first walked to him. I loved that. I loved that I'd made another man hard in doing Tom's bidding.
