Gasping for air, my face scarlet with humiliation I dropped my cell phone in my purse. Master had just called me and he . . . , unable to look myself in the eye I dropped my eyes to the sink and contemplated his orders. Hands shaking, I bent over and splashed cold water on my face.

The cold water shook me out of my temporary paralysis, and reaching under the short skirt of my sundress I shakily followed his first demand by pulling my white cotton panties off. Reaching behind me I unclasped my bra, then stuffed both pieces of underwear into my purse. I checked my reflection in the mirror, and flushed with shame. It was obvious that I was braless, the thin cotton of my dress barely concealed by breasts. If you looked closely you could see the pink areolas of my nipples. The fabric brushed sensuously the sensitive tips, causing them to wantonly poke out. I looked exactly like the slut that Master accused me of being.

Resolutely I squared my shoulders, and forced myself to unlock the bathroom door, my breast swaying with every step. I was not nearly done with the ordeal that Master had thought up for me.

My feet dragging reluctantly, I walked slowly down the mall, doing my best to ignore the lustful glances I was receiving from the men milling about me. Even then, I could feel a suspicious moisture began to gather on the inside of my thighs at the attention I was recieving. My breath began to come in light puffs as a slow throbbing began deep in my belly. Finally I found an appropriate store to fulfill Masters plans for my day.

It was a small shoe store, and inside, looking bored, was a single male clerk. He was nerdy looking, being short, skinny, his middle aged face as acne filled as a teenagers. Smiling tremulously, I walked into the store. Instantly his eyes dropped to where my swaying breasts.

"Can. . can I help you?" he stammered at me nervously, his tongue coming out to nervously moisten his lips.

"I need a new pair of shoes to go with this dress." I stammered, cringing in humiliation at the way he was staring at me. "Something high healed, with a strap. But I'm not sure that I know what size my feet are."

For god's sake, I thought to myself, no one's going to fall for this. If you don't clean up your act, you're going to fail, and the Master is going to be angry with you. I didn't know what that would mean, and sure didn't intend to find out. Taking another deep breath, I forced myself to smile flirtatiously at him. If I had to do this, I was going to do it right.

"Could you please help me?" I breathed at him, fluttering my eyelashes. To my delight he blushed, before hurrying out from around the counter, all eagerness to help me.

Matthew, that's what his nametag said he was called, came over and escorted me to a tiny little stool that was placed between counter and the wall. I was relieved to see that the countertop blocked me from the windows, giving me a little privacy. Slowly bending over to remove my sandals, I stayed bent over to allow him a good long look down my dress, before standing up and primly sitting down. His face glowing with sweat, he kneeled before me his cock already tenting his pants. Gathering up the rest of my courage, I allowed my knees to part, and his eyes nearly bugged out his head as he took in the my bare pussy.

"I think I have the prefect shoe for you," he said, shooting to his feet nervously. I sat there, taking deep breaths to calm my nerves, anxiously waiting for him to return from the back room. He returned a few minutes later with a few boxes of shoes, and coquettishly I held out one dainty foot.

Sinking to his knees before me, he slid one shoe onto my foot, his sweaty palm caressing my ankle, his eyes glued to my gently parted thighs. I shivered as one hand slid up my calf, but it stopped just below my knee, and he pulled that shoe off, and then began trying on another. I knew that Master wanted me to show him plenty of pussy, so I found fault with all of those shoes, making him go back and get other shoes for me to try on. While he was in the back room, I had to restrain myself from reaching under my skirt to touch myself. I could barely believe it, but teasing him was making me incredibly horny.

This time, upon his return, he didn't even bother with the pretense of putting shoes on my feet, he just knelt staring at my pussy, his tongue coming out to wet his dry lips. His hand slowly began to drift up my leg again, pushing slowly at my knees till I was fully exposed to his lustful gaze. My breath hitched in my throat, as I fought the urge to jerk away from him. Master had said that I was to allow him to touch me wherever and however he wanted. Gasping for air, my pulse raced as, open-mouthed, he stared at my drooling pussy, sure that his hand was going to finish its slid up my thigh.

"Can. . . " he said breathlessly, then cleared his throat. "Can I taste you?"

I stared at him, surprised at his question. What should I do? Master didn't say anything about tasting. My mind worked feverishly, as I tried to figure out what I should do. Finally I nodded, my face flushed with desire, my breath panting with desire. God, I needed a tongue, any tongue, stroking my pussy.

Eagerly Matthew pushed my skirt back to my waist, his face moving in until I could feel the heat of his breath, then his moist tongue reached out and tentatively licking me. I groaned at the feel of his rough tongue gliding over my labia, and opened my legs further. His tongue gently licked the entirety around my pussy, before sliding between the slit, and lapping up the juice he found there. He was unbelievably silent about it, only making the occasional groan deep in his throat. Finally his teasing tongue slid upwards, bumping my swollen clit and I nearly wept with relief. He made his tongue pointy and was beginning to lick it firmly, when I heard the bell to the door jingle, the sounds of women talking. My face scarlet in embarrassment, I surged to my feet. Sure enough there were a couple of blue haired old ladies standing in the doorway chattering to each other. My eyes swept to the man at my feet, before I grabbed my purse and bolted out the door. Tears running down my face, I scurried out of the bustling mall and to my parking garage

Once in my car, I locked all the doors, and sat there, gasping for air. My entire body shook with the need for an orgasm, even as tears ran down my face at the memory of the ladies faces as I'd shot out of there, breasts bouncing wildly under my dress. Dropping my head on the steering wheel, I fought not to cry. When I was finally felt I was in controI I fumbled for my cell phone, and dialed Master's office as instructed.

He seemed a little out of breath upon answering the phone, but I barely noticed over the insitant throbbing between my legs. " Hello, slut, are you in your car? " he purred delightedly into the phone.

"Yes, sir." I stammered

"Tell me about your shopping, slut, I want all the details." he demanded.

" Yes sir." I whispered, then clearing my throat, I told him every sinful detail of what I'd done. As I spoke, I pressed my knees together, my hips wiggling hotly on the seat. Finally I finished my tale, and I caught my breath. "Did I do alright, sir? I really tried to please you." I asked anxiously.

"Yes, my little slut, you did fine." he said soothingly over the phone, and I relaxed a bit in my seat, relieved that he wasn't angry with me. In fact he sounded pleased. I tried to tell my relief was because of the loan, but deep inside I knew it was more than that. I was becoming dependant on his approval. "Are you very horny?" he asked.

Breathlessly I admitted that I was, my eyes darting around the parking garage to see if anyone was about.

"Pull one of your tits out and start massaging it. Roll the nipple around between your fingers." Master ordered.

I pulled down my top, and gently pinched my nipples, groaning as pleasure shot straight from the tip to my pussy. "Does that feel good?" he asked me, and I whimpered an affirmative.

"Now pull up your dress and finger your cunt for me." he instructed me, and I moaned softly, even as my hand slid sensuously down to where it was needed the most. "Are you very wet?" he asked.

"Soaking wet, sir." I admitted, my face flushing again at the intimacy of his question. At his command, though, I moved my finger to my clit, rubbing it hard.

"Cum, bitch, CUM NOW!" he ordered me.

Instantly my backed arched, and I screamed out my climax, my body arching off my seat. "Yes! Yes! I'm Cumming! Oh, god, it feels so good." I cried into the phone, my eyes rolling back in my head, as I feverishly rode my fingers.

Exhausted, I collapsed on my seat, barely able to keep up the strength to hold the phone to my ear.

"Very good, little slut." his deep voice praised, "Now, take a deep breath and listen to my instructions. Are ready to listen?"

"Yes, Sir." I purred, "I'm ok now."

" Your husband is going out of town tomorrow," Master informed me, "and you will be spending ALL night with me. Understand?"

"Yes, Master." I whispered, common sense beginning to return, along with a healthy fear of what he would do to me during a twenty-four hour stretch. "I understand."

"You will receive a package tomorrow, you will wear only what is in the box except for the night gown." Master continued. "Just bring that with you when you meet me at the Terrace Steak House at exactly 8 PM. You will get your hair and make-up done. I want your hair up. You shall also shave your pussy very smooth. Is all that clear?"

"Yes, Master, everything is understood." I whispered dejectedly.

"Goodbye until tomorrow, my sweet little slut!" he said, before hanging up on me. Exhausted from the activities of the day, and worried about the next night, I dropped my head to the steering wheel again. God, what was I going to do?