The Mall

"Go get your collar" he said.

She obediently trotted off to retrieve her collar and bring it back to Sir. She held her hair off to the side while he clasped it on behind her neck.

"Now go pick out a dress and change. We are going to the mall." He commanded.

She changed into one of her favorite summer dresses and came back out. He lifted the skirt to find she was not wearing anything under the dress.

Sir pointed to the bedroom and said "You need panties today. Go put them on."

After she returned from the bedroom he escorted her to the car. They climbed in and drove towards the freeway. On the drive, he reached over and lifted her skirt and began toying with her clit through the panties. He loved watching her squirm. She wriggled and moaned lightly expressing her pleasure. Her panties became damp as her body happily responded to the touch.

They soon arrived at the mall, and he guided the car into a parking spot. After securing the parking brake and cutting the motor, he turned to her and pinched her nipples. He continued a downward path of touching as he bent to kiss her firmly on the lips and following on to her neck giving her one good hard bite leaving a light red mark where his mouth had just been.

It was time for the reminders of the rules. There was to be no looking at people directly in the eyes and she was to be a good girl and do exactly as Sir commanded without any back talk. He tugs on her collar while he spoke as a reminder of who she was and belonged to today. He continues and states that if she broke a rule, he would be counting aloud how many punishments there would be when they returned home.

"Are you in the right headspace and understand the rules?" he asked.

She slowly nodded her head and said "Yes, Sir. I understand and am ready." while looking down but giving vague glances up to make sure he saw her head nodding in agreement.

He opens his door to get out and motions that she should open hers as well. Once out of the car they make their way to the entrance of her favorite clothing store.

"Follow" is the only word spoken as he snakes his way to the properly sized women's clothing section of the department store. There he picks out two short-skirted dresses for her to try on. That was all they would need; Sir grabbed her firmly behind the neck squeezing just till she felt the strain on the side of her jaw and windpipe. The hand around her neck is now maneuvering them both to the dressing rooms. He found a room with a good bench seat for them to use. While still having a secure grip on her neck he thrust her inside and closed the door behind them.

Opening his grip on her neck a single finger went to his lips to remind her that she must keep her noises and voice down in the public dressing room. Watching her try to obey and keep silent was just part of the fun! Once the door was locked, he hung up the two dresses he picked out for her to try on.

Walking up and with a whisper directly into her ear he said "Strip!"

He helped her unzip her dress and she let it fall to the ground. Then hooking her fingers into the sides of her panties and letting them also fall haphazardly to the ground on top of the dress that now lay crumpled at her feet. Facing her he took the dress in front off the hanger and slipping it over her head. Sir grabs her by the hips and spins her around so he can zip up the dress. Once the dress was secured, he seizes her shoulders and spins her so that she is facing him again.

He points down to the ground and mouths "on your knees."

She moves as he commands. Staring up at him from her vantage point on her knees she watches as Sir unzips his pants pulling both his pants and underwear down. Grabbing her hair and pulling her head forcefully onto his now semi-hard cock. She obediently sucks, licks, and tantalizes his now growing member. Being sure to glide her hands up and down his shaft while occasionally cradling his balls. She begins to moan and slurp with her movements.

He grabs firmly under her chin to stop her movement and sounds. He gives her a cross look and whispers, "That's one!"

She looks up with sad apologetic eyes then tends back to the ridged cock in her grip.

He speaks again, "Oh my, that is two. Watch your eyes or this is going to be a long evening for you."

After a moment longer the slurping and moans unconsciously start again. He grabs her hair and shoves his cock further into her throat and holds her there still until her voice quiets. Light gagging noises come from her throat.

Sir calls out the next number "Three!"

He lets go of her hair and she resumes her motions but was being more careful to keep soundless now.

After a few more minutes he growls under his breath "enough!"

He puts his hands under her arms and guides her up to her feet. In the same motion he turns her around and lifts the skirt of the dress. Exposing her now glistening wet pussy. Giving him the visual he needs to thrust his cock deep inside her from behind with one guided motion.

She groans audibly as he enters her.

"Four!" he calls out from behind her not breaking stride and continuing to thrust inside her.

Her hips naturally rock back to meet his. He reaches forward and pinches her nipples firmly and a spontaneous gasp escapes her lips.

"Make that five." Sir says while giving a fake sigh.

He continues to roll and squeeze her nipples between his fingers. His cock also responds in excitement by throbbing inside her. Losing himself in the moment he thrusts as deeply as possible inside her until his head of his cock bounces backward off her cervix.

There was a glorious wince and whimper that escaped her mouth. "Tsk tsk six!" He states with fake exasperation

His movement becomes more rapid as Sir feels himself ready to cum deep inside her. As he listens to the voices coming from the other dressing rooms around them. He thinks about how anyone who is around may be listening to them fuck. With a final thrust she feels him quiver inside her. His natural animalistic reaction to pull her in as close as possible grabbing her hips and burying his cum as far down inside her as possible.

When he is fully spent, he pulls out of her and quietly says, "turn around!"

She does as he demands and sees him pointing her finger at the ground again commanding that she get on her knees.

Then he says, "open your mouth and clean me up."

She opens her mouth as instructed and licks him clean. Sucking his entire rod into her mouth. Her cleaning never stops even though she has already sucked him free of all the lovely juices to be found. Afterall, he did not specify when to end this task and she was trying her best to be a good girl.

Sir let out a little moan and she stopped just for a moment to look up and smile at him. She made quick eye contact; he caught the glance, and he called out "Seven".

She wrinkles her nose, looks back down, continuing to work his shaft as instructed. Happily sucking his balls and the entire length of his rod. She occasionally tries to go deep, deep, down her throat. Even purposely gaging herself knowing that is something he would be looking for. She has been doing her best to practice this ability for him whenever there was an opportunity. Sir's involuntary rhythmic thrusts into her mouth become more urgent.

They move together until his words break her movement just for a moment "Catch it on your tongue and show me before you swallow. Do not miss a single drop!"

A moment later Sir loses control and erupts into her mouth. She feels his pulsing member expel his warm sticky fluid inside her mouth. She does her best to position him, so it lands right on the middle of her tongue. When his orgasm subsides, she carefully withdraws and opens her mouth so he can see his white cream pooled in the middle of her mouth. He nods with approval, and she closes her mouth and makes a deep swallowing motion. His warm ejaculate sliding down her throat. Trying to do her very best to be a good girl, she opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out just to prove she had done her duty as instructed.

Sir has more activities planned before concluding this scene.

"Sit!" he commands.

She sits down on the bench. Sir pulls up his pants and then he spreads her legs apart by kicking her feet to separate them. His fingers slide inside her now oozing pussy and he scoops out a messy finger full of cum. He gives her a light smack on her cheek with his free hand and mouths for her to open her mouth. She mimics his open mouth motion. In slips his cum filled fingers.

"Eat" was all he said.

She obliged by closing her mouth and sucking his fingers.

He could feel the light suction on his fingers and nods approvingly with a small "mmmm...." sound.

He repeats this process until much of the drippy mess from her pussy was now heading deep down her esophagus.

"That should be most of it." He states.

Attention now turns to her discarded panties on the ground.

In a commanding voice he says, "put those back on and turn around so I can unzip the store's dress."

He takes the dress off her and points to her own dress that she arrived in. Quietly she puts her own dress back on.

Walking out of the store and into the mall he asked what the last number was he called out for punishment was.

She faced him and looked down calling out "Seven."

"Ah, yes, seven" he said.

Then he went on. "We will work on that later. First, we go out to dinner and let you stay the messy little cum slut that you are. What do we want to eat? Are you hungry or did you get enough to eat already?"

"I am rather hungry Sir." she said.

He decides that they would go to the sushi restaurant. He requests a booth where they could sit side by side. After they place their order, he reaches under her dress and places his fingers inside her. Her panties were now very wet from their combined fluids slowly slipping out of her.

Sir says in a teasing voice "You are such a cum whore. My messy little one".

Reaching up to her clit to flick her tiny button. She loved every moment of this and has been waiting patiently for her turn and permission for release. He continues to discreetly flutter his fingers back and forth watching her squirm in the booth with delight. Not wanting to draw any extra attention to herself she bit her tongue to prevent noises from coming out of her mouth. Her body began to shudder with a delightful orgasm.

Right when she was finishing the waiter appeared and she attempts to compose herself and thank him, but her voice came out a little breathless. The waiter raises a single eyebrow before he leaves their table. She accidentally made eye contact while her plate was being placed on the table.

Sir calls out "eight!"

They both ate and talked quietly about the dressing room scene. The bill appears and Sir pays it.

As they walk back to the car. He glances over at her and states, "Let's go home we have some punishment to dispense."

Reaching down, grabbing her collar and giving it a firm yank bringing her close so he could kiss her deeply one more time.

"What a good and naughty girl you have been!" Sir proclaims.

She giggles and they were on their way.