When we finish lunch, i take care of clearing off the table and throwing away our sandwich wrappers and cups. Then i come back to pick up our packages. You are already walking down the mall. i pick everything up quickly and try to catch up. You walk into a house wares kind of place, "Crate and Barrel" or something like that. You are looking at candles and glasses and all kinds of stuff. Thank god, You aren't picking anything up. You ask me what i think of some glasses, a basket, and various other things. You see a big candleholder with a big triple wick candle, about 6" in diameter, and You tell me You really like that. i say it looks really nice, but i just don't know. i'm thinking how big and heavy it's going to be for me to carry with all this other stuff, but i'm a good slave and i'll do what i have to do. We make it over to the kitchenwares and cookware section, and You ask me about some of the things there. i tell You that my hobby is gourmet cooking, and they have some good cookware here. They have a big cast iron "grill pan" on sale, and that catches my eye. Boy am i a stupid slave. i tell You i have one just like it, and it's great for grilling steaks, fish, just about anything on Your stove. You decide to get one of those too. Then we check out. Your other admirer is racking up quite a bill. The cast iron pan is so heavy that they give us one of those big bags with the string handles just for it; Same thing for the candle. Well, at least i can put some of the lighter bags in the big bags with the heavy stuff.
By the time i've got everything gathered together, You are already gone. i walk out into the mall and start looking for You again. i just see You going into a women's clothing store a little way down the mall. As quickly as i can, i make my way to the store. i find a bench back near the dressing rooms. i set our packages down on the bench and sit down. You are walking around the store, looking at short skirts, blouses, dresses. You pick out a couple of miniskirts that You like and call me over. i come to Your side and You hand me the skirts. i continue to follow You around the store, and You pick out several things that catch Your eye. A few tops, a nice sundress. You find the lady that works there and say "I'd like to try these on." She leads us back to the dressing rooms and unlocks one for You. i hold out the clothes as if to hand them to You and You ignore me for the moment. You tell the lady "Thank you" for unlocking the room and she turns and walks away. You turn to me and see me trying to hand You the clothes and You say, "Well, take those in there and I'll be right in. I saw one other thing I'd like to try." i say "Yes, Mistress Christy," as You turn to walk away.
i hang everything neatly on one of the hooks. In a minute, You are back with a beautiful skimpy black evening dress. i wince in pain as i imagine You in it. You say "I want to start with the tops, Help me out of my blouse." i start unbuttoning Your blouse and take it off gently, hanging it carefully on one of the other hooks. i turn back to You, and after a few seconds, You say "Come on, we don't have all day. Get that first blouse over there and help me put it on." i put the blouse on You, button it up and help You tuck it in to Your skirt. When i'm finished, You walk out and walk around the mirrors in the back of the store, seeing how the new blouse looks on You. You come back to the dressing room and i take that blouse off and put on the next top. This continues with me undressing You and dressing You up in each new top. When we come to a particularly sexy, silky, almost see through blouse. You come back to the dressing room after walking around in it and You say "I wonder how this would look without a bra." i start to unbutton the blouse, but You say "No, silly, let me." and You proceed to do that trick that amazes men, taking Your bra off without even loosening Your shirt. i put Your bra with Your blouse. You give each of Your nipples a little pinch to bring them to attention and You walk back out. When You come back, i take off that top and get the last one. i start to put it on, and You say "Put my bra back on first." i do this, trying not to linger too much touching Your breasts because it's causing me great pain in my pants.
You come back with that last top and You say, "now let's try the skirts." i take off Your skirt and hang it with Your other clothes. Then i put the first miniskirt on You. We continue the same routine with the skirts, then we come to the dresses. i take off the last blouse and miniskirt and help You into one of the sundresses. We continue until we get to the skimpy black evening dress. For that one, i have to take Your bra off again because You want to see how it looks without Your bra straps showing. i swear, i'm getting so hard that i think i might just break the string and ribbon binding my cock and cream my pants. But the bindings hold and all i have is pain.
You say that You are getting the black dress, and You ask me what my favorite dress, skirt and top were. i pick a bright print sundress, one of the more tasteful and conservative miniskirts and i have to admit that the silky, almost see through blouse was my favorite. You say "Fine, I'll get those," and You pick one other dress and the shortest, brightest miniskirt, saying to me "This is the only one slutty enough to go with that blouse you picked. It will look good with or without underwear." i wince in pain at the thought. Now, You tell me that after this we have to go to the bathroom. With that diet coke earlier and the drink You had with lunch, You have to pee soon. You take Your purchases to the counter and pay for them. Then You walk away and i pick up the two new bags, along with all the other bags and try to balance them so i can walk.
At least this time, i know where You are headed. i catch up with You on the way back to the food court area and we make our way down the back hall to the bathrooms. You tell me that You will require the services of Your adoring slave for this, but You don't think You should take me into the ladies' room. You ask me to check the men's room and see if it's clear. i jumble all the packages and try to open the door. Finally, i manage to get the door open without dropping anything. i walk inside and there's nobody in there. i go back to the door and yell that the coast is clear. i hope You hear me because i'll have a hard time opening the door from the inside. Nothing happens, so i start rearranging the packages and trying to pull the door open. i get it partway open and quietly tell You the coast is clear.
You push the door the rest of the way and come in, saying "a gentleman would hold the door for a lady." You go straight to the handicap stall. i walk in behind You and start hanging the bags on the hook on the door. It's not the cleanest. You let me know that You aren't pleased, saying "That's filthy. What am I going to do?" i get some toilet paper and clean the seat the best i can. It still doesn't meet Your approval. i take one of the paper seat liners (i call them 'butt gaskets') and put it down on the seat. You say that's better, but it's still not acceptable. You turn with Your back to the toilet, like You are going to sit down and tell me to get on my knees in front of You, very close. Then You tell me to put my arms and hands on the seat so that You can sit on my arms. i do as i am ordered. You pull Your panties down and sit down on my arms. You take care of business with me on my knees right in front of You, supporting You with my arms. When You finish pissing, You ask me to clean You up with my tongue. i was worried that You are so annoyed with me that You wouldn't ask for this. i say "Thank You for the opportunity to serve You and lick You clean, Mistress Christy." Then i begin to lick you clean. You stop me after just a little bit, saying You only want me to clean You, not to get You wet and dirty again. You get up and take Your panties the rest of the way off. You start looking in the bags for the panties You bought at Macy's. You finally find them and put them on. You ask me if i think they look good, and i tell You that they look positively edible and delicious. You say they better, because they are uncomfortable as hell.
You ask me if i need to go and i tell You that there's no way i could with the bindings on. You ask me to show You, and i open my pants and show You. The string is digging into the ribbon, and the ribbon has unfurled a bit as i regained my normal dimensions when the ice-cold wetness went away. The head is dark purple and swollen. It looks painful. You ask me if You should kiss it to make it feel better. i say that i wouldn't ask You to do that, but You are the Mistress and i wouldn't stop You either. You untie the knot at the tip and release the binding and the ribbon. The base is still tied pretty tight, but some blood starts to flow. The sudden rush of blood causes an incredible sensation. Pain and pleasure mixed. i moan from the intensity. You take a playful lick or two. You are kind of rough in your ministrations, and the pain is intense. It's so intense that i say "Please, Mistress Christy, it's so sensitive that it really hurts when you that." And i try to push You away. You go back to licking, but now you are being very gentle. It is still a little painful, but in a very pleasurable way. my cock starts hardening and growing to its full size. You continue to lick me and tease me. i'm almost to the point of cumming when you stop and say "I didn't give you permission to cum yet, slave." You stop licking give me a little squeeze with your hand.
You ask me again if i have to go. i tell You that i'll hold it because i think it will really hurt if i try to go now. You say "Okay, but You better be able to hold it till we get home. We're not taking another bathroom break." You push the tail of the string and the ribbon down the right leg of my short pants, pulling it out the bottom and You zip my pants up. Then, You turn around quickly pull the stall door open, knocking one of the bags off the hook. i catch it before it hits the floor. You walk quickly out of the bathroom.