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After a few weeks of exceptional service, even by my high standards, I've decided to take my slave shopping as a reward. Soon she will be out of the shower, so I begin searching the closet. I stand and contemplate my choices for a few minutes. I think to myself, today she will be my slut. With a smile, I pick out a chainmaille top I had custom made for her, and her micro black suede skirt. I grab my favorite net stockings and a garter belt and walk into the bathroom as she is stepping from the shower. ?This is what you'll be wearing today,? I say. ?Get yourself ready to go out.? Being the good girl she always is, she obeys. Returning to the closet, I decide I?ll wear a medium grey suit, lavender shirt, and the black and purple paisley silk tie my slave had bought for me herself, finishing off the look with a pair of highly shined black leather shoes, and a matched set of silver M/s cufflinks and tie tack that a friend made for me years ago. Scanning the toy drawer I spot the magical little remote-controlled egg that I use to tease her in public. I put in a fresh set of batteries and push the button to test it. Seeing she's standing only a few feet away, I know she's instantly wet upon hearing the low throbbing hum. I shut it off as I turn to her, holding it up so she can see it. Knowing immediately what I want, she rushes to me for insertion. She's plenty wet, but she opens her mouth to accept the egg for lubrication, just another step in this dance. Turning, she puts her hands on the dresser, spreads her legs, and arches her back. Sliding her skirt up with Şişli escort bayan one hand, I take the egg and press it deep inside her, then give her ass a nice hard slap for good measure. Taking into account that the egg can be tricky in public with such a short skirt, I pin the coated wire used for retrieval to the seam of her skirt so it can't be seen. She's wearing the delicate chainmaille collar that never, ever comes off, but I grab a heavier working collar, which is a half-inch thick byzantine-style chainmaille, and the matching leash. With all of that stainless steel, it catches everyone's eyes, even in near-darkness. Living in Dallas as we do, a sight like this isn't unheard of in the general public; in fact, it fits right in when going to Deep Ellum or the Oak Lawn area. What would be the fun in that? Instead, I drive to NorthPark Center, one of the higher-end malls in the area. Parking is great before noon on a Sunday, and as we get out of the car, I reach between the seat and console and grab my black riding crop. Being a gentleman, I go open her door and offer her my hand to help her out. I put the collar on, attach the leash, and off we go! Today will be a very special day indeed. We stroll around, looking more at people's reactions this early in the trip than anything else. For the most part, people gasp or point, but one couple that obviously wished they could be so open gives a discreet ?thumbs-up?. Leading her into a nail salon, I have to chuckle as the manager nearly snapped her neck taking a closer, second Escort Sultangazi look. As they direct us to a chair, my slave looks up at me, and I tell her to have a seat. I then begin telling the girl how I want her nails done. Looking slightly puzzled, she turns to my slave. ?Is this what you want?? My slave turns to me, and with a silent nod of approval telling her she may speak with the manicurist; she turns and says, ?Master gets what He wants.? Blushing, the girl begins her work. I reach into my pocket and press the button, watching intently as it sends immediate chills up my pet's spine. The low hum blends nicely with the droll sound of the manicurist's tools and is virtually undetectable. A sly smile bends my lips as I watch her shift and squirm in her chair. She knows she's not allowed to orgasm without permission, and I plan to test that today. As I watch, I can tell she's fast approaching that threshold; her eyes shut tight as she fights to keep her body from betraying her. I quickly shut the vibrations off, and begin randomly flicking the power on and off so she doesn't know when to expect it. A low, evil laugh escapes me as I turn the egg off while the manicurist puts the finishing touches on her nails. My good girl has kept her focus and broken no rules; she is flushed and horny, her legs refusing to hold her steadily. As we exit the parlor, I notice that foot-traffic is a little heavier now. A leash would be a lot less noticeable in a heavy crowd. It's not heavy yet, there are just more people to notice; Taksim escort just the way I planned today to be. Spying a few benches near the salon, I head there to allow my pet to regain her composure. As I sit, I point down; she quickly kneels just to my left. Our presence is becoming more noticeable as we sit here; chainmaille, a leash, and her kneeling before me are combining into something people just can't ignore at the mall. They are rushing past, stopping to stare openly, or watching us so intently as they pass that they plow into other people. Deciding it's time for more fun, I use my crop to tease her nipples; her head is down, but her eyes beam up at me. As I gaze down upon her, her smile tells a story that goes far beyond happiness. Parading her in public this way is one of the ways I show her I'm proud of her. She's drinking each and every moment in, making me even more proud. She's had enough time to rest, so I stand, leading her off to find some shoes to match a latex mini-dress I recently bought her. It takes a while, and after a few stores, we come across a pair of purple stilettos that are just perfect. The attendant, a young man in his mid twenties, goes to retrieve a pair in her size. After she's seated, he attempts to slip one on. With no loud equipment to drown it out, I push the magic button; the low hum catches his attention. Naturally, odd noises tend to make people look to find them, and he's soon staring directly at her glistening, silky-smooth pussy that's already dripping with her excitement, fully exposed under her short skirt. Her clit is staring back, swollen, pulsing, throbbing and begging for attention. For what surely seemed like an eternity to him, he stares, completely forgetting where he is or what he should be doing. His mouth has fallen open, and I can see a puddle of drool beginning to form just inside his lower lip.