I want to say thanks for the offers to help edit, it all made this chapter go faster. A particular thanks to CuriousMG whose contributions are making the story much stronger. If anyone out there is good at reading copy or a very picky proof-reader, I could definitely still use help with that too.
Hope everyone enjoys.
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Heather stuck her arm out her car window, trying to use her hand to force a breeze into her car. For the 100th time on the drive up to Denver, she cursed SpareRod and his stupid torments. This wasn't even sexy, being told she couldn't use the air conditioning in her car when it was almost 100 degrees. It helped that she was in a bikini, but she was still sweating profusely. He told her that he liked watching her shiny body as she drove, but mostly she just felt sticky and uncomfortable.
She was feeling even more uncomfortable about all the traffic on the highway. He had made her modify her bikini, removing all lining and leaving it ridiculously sheer. Her nipples and even her areolae could just be seen through the top, and the bottoms now showed a clear camel toe where the fabric pulled into her pussy. Her car was towered over by the trucks and SUVs on the highway, and more than a couple times it felt like they slowed down as they passed her to get a better view.
He had made her wear the bikini for the drive, but allowed her to pack some different clothes in her trunk, presumably for when she got to Denver and actually started shopping. But until she got to the mall there was no telling what he'd make her do. Thinking about it, she realized there was no guarantee he wouldn't make her go into the mall in the bikini, but she was pretty sure that would get her arrested, or at least banned from the mall. But for now, all she could do was hope for the best.
Heather pulled into the immense mall parking lot, parked in the most remote spot she could find, and brought up the video chat on her phone. SpareRod connected almost immediately.
"Did you enjoy your ride up, slut?" he asked mischieviously. "You look all hot and bothered."
"Mostly just hot Sir," Heather whined. "It's hot as fuck here."
Actually, the truth was that she was more than a bit bothered too. The weekend had been unbelievably frustrating, being forced to dress like a slut, constantly edging, and the ban on orgasms was now stretching to almost a week. It seemed now like she was constantly turned on, and all of her thoughts were sexual in nature. She felt a deep and unrelenting need to get her brains fucked out.
It seemed like SpareRod had done everything he could over the weekend to keep her in that state. Even though there hadn't been any more opportunities for her to repeat her naked serving girl role for Keely, he had kept Heather dressed in a tiny t-shirt cut high on her midriff and the skimpy boyshorts whenever she was around her roommates. Saturday afternoon, he had even made her insert a small butt plug. She was pretty sure that neither of her roommates could see the shape of the plug through the panties, but it kept her embarrassed and turned on the whole afternoon. SpareRod's instructions had been to offer to do whatever her roommates wanted her to do, keeping her humiliation level high. They made her cook dinner, clean the kitchen, and vacuum the living room. Anna seemed a little shocked by it, but Keely seemed to be taking full advantage. She even gave her laundry to Heather to do on Sunday, while she and Anna went out, leaving Heather home alone. So she'd ended up doing Keely's laundry wearing nothing but a butt plug. When SpareRod found out, he upped the ante by making Heather pick out the sexiest panties that Keely had, and putting them in her mouth. He even had Heather fold the panties so the front of the gusset would go right on her tongue, so she could get a taste of Keely's pussy. It was so humiliating, it turned her on so much that she couldn't even come close to touching her pussy, even when SpareRod told her to edge. She had felt like she would cum from just one touch.
She had eventually calmed down a little, especially once she was able to put the panties and midriff back on for her roommates' return, but the whole experience made her entire body buzz with sexual energy. Trying to deny that she was all worked up was pretty pointless. SpareRod clearly knew it, and proceeded to prove it to her.
"I think your engine is revving pretty close to redline slut," he responded. "Pull down those bikini bottoms and show me if your cunt is wet."
No surprise, Heather's pussy was not only wet, but puffy and open. At his urging she stuck two fingers inside herself, and the ease with which they went in betrayed how horny and wet she was. He made her finger bang herself until she was right on the edge of cumming, finally allowing her to stop and pull up the bikini. He was extra cruel though, and made her wedge the fabric up into her ass and pussy, exacerbating how sensitive her clit was.
Holding the phone so he could watch, he had her walk to her trunk in the bikini, strip naked, and dress in the clothes he had picked out for her that morning. While part of her was getting used to being naked in risky situations, this was truly crazy. Her legs were wobbly as she tried to scurry around her car to the trunk, crouching a bit to try to be less conspicuous. It seemed to take forever to pull on her short jean skirt and a backless halter top. The top wasn't much more than a trapezoid of fabric across her chest that tied at her neck and the middle of her back. She had only worn it a couple times out clubbing; it really wasn't intended to be worn at a mall in the daytime. When she had modelled for him this morning, he made her tie the knots on her back tight, cinching its bottom around her torso about two inches above her navel. He also had her loosen the tie behind her neck. This made the halter hang down and away from her body a bit, showing quite a bit of side boob when she was standing. When she bent over, all the cloth hung away from her chest giving clear down-blouse and side-boob views of her nipples. The floral print fabric was thick enough that her nipples didn't really show through, but it hardly mattered with how easy it was for them to peek out. The skirt was the same one she had worn to buy the sex toys, and at only 13 inches long it pretty much only covered the bare necessities. Bending over, squatting, or even sitting was almost certain to make her expose herself. A pair of four inch wedge sandals, making her legs look longer, and her skirt even shorter, completed her outfit.
Once Heather composed herself, she grabbed her oversized purse and took the long walk across the parking lot, keeping her eyes down to avoid eye contact with anyone. The wind was blowing strongly, but he forbade her from holding her clothes in place. The jean skirt stayed mostly in place, but she was pretty sure her nipple was peeking in and out of view as her top fluttered in the wind. As she approached the doors, she watched her reflection, and while her nipple wasn't totally exposed from the front, her top was never covering very much of the rest of her boob.
As she walked through the mall towards the large department store SpareRod selected, she noticed a lot of people staring at her. The guys all seemed to stare in shock or lust, and the women in disapproval and disgust. Heather felt like her entire body was turning beet red, and she tried to just look at the floor in front her as she walked. SpareRod just added to her nervousness,chatting in her earbud about all the slutty clothes they would be buying. It seemed if it was short, tight, see-through, or easy opening, then she would be buying it today.
She wandered around the department store, holding things up to the camera for his approval. Not only was he picking out very revealing outfits, but he seemed to be deliberately picking the wrong size. She was sure this was all part of making the experience as embarrassing as possible. Soon she was headed to the changing rooms with an armful of clothing and was shown back to a dressing room.
Once her halter top was off, the first thing he had her try on was a sheer black long sleeve blouse that buttoned all the way up the front. He had made her get one that was clearly too large even though there had been plenty of all sizes on the rack. It was meant to be worn over another top, but once she had it on Heather realized it was well past sheer and on to completely see through. She could clearly see her breasts, nipples, areolae, belly button, everything through the fabric.
