Note: This is fiction, intended to entertain readers. It has graphic lesbian sex scenes. There's also domination and submission in this story. If you can't legally view this, please don't! Any resemblance between these characters and any person is coincidental.
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Sitting in one of the shopping center's bar-and-grill-type restaurants, I saw my companion's coloring returning to normal. She still had a faint odor of sex about her, but I'd done well cleaning her after her monumental orgasm; the average passerby wouldn't have suspected what had happened so recently in the perfumier's shop.
Or would one suspect? She did have a wide, inexplicable grin.
I let my shoes drop from my feet and ran my left foot up the inside of her right leg. I removed it. A second later, I ran my right foot up the inside of her left leg, at the same slow speed, stopping at the same height, just a few cm from her crotch. She was fun to watch: torn between enjoying my massage and worrying that someone would notice what was happening.
I stopped, glad to see both relief and disappointment on her face. I wanted to give her time to think about things other than sex, so she would be freshly surprised when I implemented my next tactic. "The new fragrances suit you quite well, so make sure you wear one or the other on days you and I will be together," I commanded.
"Mistress, won't a slave see you every day from this point?"
I had to be careful. I was quite correct about Aurora's nature; she was getting attached very fast. I had to be gentle, but I had to make sure she didn't associate me with her failed relationships in any way, and that meant I would have to mix just the right amount of harshness into my reply. "Clingy much?" I asked with a laugh. "I know you'd like to see me every day, but this is life. Things don't always go our way. You've got your job, I've got mine; you've got your friends, your amusements, I've got mine."
Had I been too abrasive with that answer? Time would tell, but she looked discouraged. Better that than uninterested, I thought. Besides, I figured I could get her mind off this track pretty easily. "As long as we're here, is there anything you want to pick up?" I asked. "No sense making two trips if we don't have to."
"A slave could probably use...more bathroom articles...that's all a slave can think of now, Mistress."
She hadn't struck me as the make-a-list type, so I figured she'd probably remember more things later. "Articles you normally buy where?"
"Pretty much anywhere-Valu-mart, for example, Mistress," she told me.
"Then there's no point paying mall prices for the stuff. We're going to grab those items and drop them off at your place. Let's go."
We got the stuff she wanted: toothpaste, cotton swabs, and so on. Then I changed the plan a little. "I just remembered my running shoes are getting worn out; might as well buy a pair while we're here."
"Mistress runs?"
"Sometimes. Swimming and sex are better full-body workouts and lower impact...most of the time. But when I feel like running, I run."
We went to the shoe department. I found my favorite type of athletic shoes and sat on one of those odd shoe-department stools. I took off my right shoe. "Put down your basket and help me out," I commanded.
She knelt at my feet. She was only a little suspicious that I might have something more than trying on shoes in mind.
"Hold my foot, slave." She gently did as she was told. "Any thoughts?"
"Your feet are cute, Mistress," she said warily, now definitely suspicious.
"I paid attention to your toes in the shower, and to mine. If they're not clean, who'll suck them? Well, mine are clean, but they're a bit tired. They'd feel a lot better if you'd put them in your mouth, one at a time."
We were alone in this aisle at this moment, but that was sure to change; people were shopping. "Mistress, please don't ask a slave to this here!" she hissed.
"Oh? I thought it would be a good chance for my slut to show me her technique."
"Mistress, it is, but-"
"-You know you're going to do it. Stop stalling."
Oh, her hot mouth felt great! She was only hesitant for a second; then she got into it. (She definitely thought that I'd let her suck my pussy sooner if she did a good job. Nothing like a little implied incentive! I have always been kind of a pushover when a woman worships my feet well, so maybe she was right.) She put my big toe in her mouth and slowly rotated her tongue around it, then stroked it on all sides. She took her time.
I heard a gasp as a customer, a middle-aged, tallish woman, wandered into our aisle and saw us. My slave shuddered involuntarily, but she kept her attention where it belonged, on my toe. Our fellow customer left us alone. My beautiful slave began her work on my next toe, soothing it with her lips and tongue.
A couple of 18- or 19-year-old girls showed up next. "Oh my gawd!" one of them whispered loudly, drawing her friend's attention to us. They both gaped. I winked at them. My slave's face was deep crimson. She was not going to look anywhere but the floor, no matter what. From the other side of the aisle, another middle-aged woman saw us. But she also saw the teenagers. She blushed, but she stayed in our aisle, pretending to keep shopping, watching us more and more openly with every passing second.
A middle-aged guy, probably looking for his wife or someone, stopped near the teenagers and also stared at us. By the time my bitch had finished with my right foot, we'd drawn a small crowd, silently watching.
"Now the other," I said firmly. My slave and many of the spectators gasped or made other sounds of surprise. With trembling hands, Aurora took off my other shoe.
The larger group of watchers began to disperse suddenly. An assistant manager-a rather quiet-looking guy in his early-to-mid 40s, entered our aisle. Once the other group saw him, they too began to leave the area, like they were afraid of some sort of associated guilt. "Um, ladies, you've got to stop that," the store employee said.
"Why, is it indecent exposure?" I asked.
"You're making other customers uncomfortable."
"How many people complained to you, one? The customers who were watching enjoyed the show and I'll bet they'll be back, hoping to see something like this again. But far be it from me to help your store exceed its goals and reward you with a promotion. Put on my shoes, slave, and leave your basket where it is; we're out of here."
I watched him walk away, confused. By the time my shoes were on my feet again, one of our earlier spectators had already returned to the end of our aisle. Not surprisingly, she hurried away when I met her eyes.
"Mistress!" Aurora said once we'd reached my car.
"Don't worry, we'll get our necessaries at another store. There are only about 1000 exactly like that one in this city."
"Mistress, a slave can't do that again!"
"Slave," I said severely, "don't lie to your mistress." I got into the car and she did likewise.
We bought her supplies at a nearby store and went to her place. As soon as we got into the elevator, I said sweetly, "Take off your clothes."
"We'll be caught! Anyone could-"
"-Everything but the bra," I ordered as though I hadn't heard her. She did as directed. Then she kind of hid behind me. She stayed very close to me in the hall and she darted into the flat as soon as I unlocked the door. It was true, there was a small chance of us getting caught. I wanted the risk, and so did she; it gave our sexual play a reality, an immediacy, that we couldn't get any other way.
I told her that I was going to her bedroom for a minute and that she should put away her purchases while I was gone. Though it was small, I liked her room. I took my favorite strap-on out of my purse and exchanged it for my knickers, which I put in the purse instead. I looked in her mirror; my pleated skirt concealed the bulge pretty well. "Get the supplies you'll need to work on your projects, and meet me near the front door," I called to her.
"Yes, Mistress," she yelled back.
I left her room. I waited for a moment and she approached me, with a gym bag in her hand. She looked hopefully at her red outfit, lying folded on the kitchen table.
"You may touch only my back or my face," I told her. Then I kissed her. I pushed her slowly backward, finally pinning her against the door to her flat. She was moving her hands and her tongue frantically, obviously still excited from our earlier adventures. I kept her focused on the kiss so she didn't notice me quietly unzipping my skirt. I let it fall, and I stroked her damp pussy with my right hand. She responded with a muffled moan. I pulled my mouth from hers for just a moment. "I see I can still turn you on," I murmured.
"Oh, Mi-" she tried to answer, but I was kissing her again.
My left hand steered the dildo to her entrance. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth clamped on my tongue, sucking it hard. I pushed into her. She was very tight, but she was so juicy that I had no trouble penetrating. I thrust into her, making her ass smack the door with a loud thump every time. I left her lips and kissed her jaw. Her fingers tried to claw my back, through my cotton blouse.
"Mistress, people will hear!" she panted.
"I want them to hear you getting fucked," I gloated.
"Oh, damn!" she squeaked. I went a little faster. I tweaked her perfect nipples with one hand and kept hold of her ass so I had leverage. "Mistress, may a-may-come? Oh! S-slave come? M-mistress?"
"Remember to say p-"
"-Please!" she shouted.
"Cum away," I said carelessly.
She lost it. "Oh! Fuck! Oh Mistress! Ah!" She was spraying droplets of her juices on my legs, and probably all over herself and my skirt and the floor and anything else that was close. Her eyelids were clamped shut and I doubt she was aware as she ripped my shirt. I was getting plenty of clit stimulation myself.
I felt her nails digging into my back and her wonderful smell was stronger than ever. I came too and I couldn't help fucking her even faster, quickly giving her a second orgasm as I rode out my own.
"Wow," I whispered, once I regained control of my lower body. I gently pulled out of her snatch, loving her mewling protest. Not caring that my skirt had cum on it, I pulled it back on. (The strap-on stayed where it was too.) Timing was of the essence in these situations. Aurora was slowly sliding to the floor. I grabbed her hand and pulled.
"We're behind schedule," I said. "Grab your gym bag; I've got your clothes. You can dress in the lift. Go on, get out, so I can lock up."
"You aren't serious!"
