Sorry for the delay. This has kind of been a companion piece to the broader story but I've enjoyed writing it and exploring a different voice for the character than Jay's voice. Let me know. Chapters of this one will continue to be slow but steady. Enjoy!
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As we walked to the elevator, giggling and laughing, I felt like I was back in college almost. The carefree nature of the weekend combined with the sex filled last couple hours had me floating high. Just before Jay could press the elevator button, the bell dinged and the doors opened. There was Roland standing with an arm around each of Jenn and Kyrsten. He was currently turned towards Kyrsten and had his tongue down the redheaded girls throat. Jenn, being less distracted by carnality, looked at me. Her eyes got big as she looked me up and down before returning to look at my face. I smiled back and gave her a little wink for reassurance.
"Hey, Carly. Is everything alright?" she asked, trying hard not to sound concerned.
"Oh yes. He has been taking GREAT care of me," I said with significant emphasis on "great".
"We're going shopping for some new clothes for her. Isn't that right, Carly," Jay said placing his own emphasis on my name.
The paddling my ass had just received told me how thin the ice was that I was standing on. "Yes, Sir," I said with a smile as we traded places with the imminent threesome.
At that, Roland's head finally popped loose from the face he was sucking and he looked at us almost as if he was aware of us for the first time. He looked at his friend than at me, eyes darting back and forth, very confused for a moment. He didn't have long because the door was closing just as he started to say, "What?"
Jay and I giggled and he kissed me sweetly. "Good girl for remembering your instructions."
"Of course, Master. Master in private, Sir in public. No exceptions even for friends or family."
"I never specified family too," he said as I stroked his manhood.
"I know, Master. But I think it should be total subservience don't you? Would you like that?"
He gulped and nodded.
"And what about Kyrsten. Would you like her to call you that too? Can you picture her kneeling at your feet? Can you hear her calling you, Master?" His cock hardened in my hand, "MMmm... maybe just the first of a veritable harem of little fucktoys." I stroked it harder, "I'll make it happen for you, Master." I told him.
Before he could respond, the elevator door opened and Roland came bustling in to embrace Jay in a giant bear hug. He just said, "Way to go, man!" then bolted out, sprinting back up the stairs in record time. Jay and I looked at each other before busting out laughing at the absurdity. "That's a good friend, Master."
"I love him like a brother," Jay said as he watched the door swing shut to the stairwell.
I whispered into his ear, "That's good. It means he won't be pissed when you're making Kyrsten lick your cum out of my cunt while you plug her hot little ass with your meat."
"Damn you're fucking hot," he whispered almost reverently. We walked hand in hand out to the car and as I strode through the hotel lobby and out to the parking lot, I stood straight and proud. I wasn't going to be intimidated or ashamed. I was with a man I really liked who liked me in return. We were pressing all of each other's buttons and fulfilling each other's fantasies. And besides, I was born for this. I was bred for this. I could feel my entire being just yearning for this. I looked at Jay who's lop sided smile was plastered across his face with apparent permanency. He glanced back and his eyes twinkled, "See something you want?"
"I see everything I want, Master."
We got in the car and I made sure to flash him my bald pussy as I got into the car and as soon as he was seated, he fished out his cock and pulled my head down. The casualness of the gesture was perfect. He wasn't asking. He was taking. And that's exactly what I wanted from him. "Keep me hard and I might even fuck you again, slut."
I moaned at his words and redoubled my efforts, slurping him into my mouth deep and sucking his perfect cock. I must have breathed because the car ride was too far to have done otherwise but when he pulled me up, I was gasping and panting as if I hadn't had air in hours. "Pathetic," he said and reached under my shirt to pinch my nipple in a teasing manner. It worked and my cunt gushed because this was exactly the kind of treatment I needed.
Still in a bit of a daze, I followed him into the mall. Eyes were staring at me as we walked and I tried to strut with confidence. I let my ass sway provocatively and wrapped my arm around my Master so that everyone would know who I was with. He put his hand on mine and gave me a warm smile which practically melted me into a puddle.
He walked me nearly the full length of the mall, passing several shoe stores as we went. My cheeks burned knowing that he was doing it to maximize my humiliation, knowing that I'd be walking out of the mall on a pair of sexy heels and everyone would see me in the completely slutty ensemble he'd made me wear. I was hot and wet and already needing his cock again. He sat me down in the store, thankfully in a seat facing away from the entrance. I wasn't sure I was quite ready for that and I think he knew it.
"I'm looking for a pair of shoes for my girlfriend. What size shoe are you... honey?" he asked.
I looked him in the eye, knowing that he was testing me. "Seven and a half, Sir." I told him. The salesman didn't bat an eye, merely nodded and left for the back of the store for a couple shoes like the ones Jay pointed to on the wall. Alone in the store, I whispered, "When you make me do that, it makes me so fucking hot, Master." He simply chuckled and sat down next to me before wordlessly sliding his hands up my skirt and fingers into my hole. He fucked them in and out of me twice before pulling them out and bringing his fingers to my face. I licked them like my life depended on it, staring him into the eyes while I did it. I wanted him to know what a good little whore I was. I needed him to know how obedient I could be.
When the salesman returned, he had three pairs of shoes and two of them were perfect. A four inch little black strappy pair and a five inch wedge heel. After making a show of putting them on (and flashing the salesman each time), I paraded around the store in the shoes, enjoying the proud look of my Master and the lustful look of the salesman. I actually was starting to feel sorry for him but he wasn't my Master and therefore his cock wasn't the one that I was concerned about. Jay told me to wear the shorter heels out and he started to pay.
"Please, throw the sandals in the box and she can wear the other ones."
The salesman smiled and did as he was asked, "Of course, Sir."
"Thank you," Jay said.
