REMOTE CONTROL SLAVE (PART 10)

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REMOTE CONTROL SLAVE (PART 10)Remote Control SlavePart 10It was late. The Mall would be closing in about 45 minutes, so the people there were an assortment of store employees of places that had already shut down, and various customers who had waited till the last minute.I walked ahead into the major Atrium area, a section with a huge glass-ceiling three stories above me. It was dark out, so the glass showed an ominous expanse of nighttime sky.The clamp on the right tit activated, and i turned in that direction. Up ahead was a group of skater-punks, probably hanging out rather than go home. There were five of them, and if I kept heading the way I was going I would crash directly into them.Skater boys aren’t exactly mainstream “Gap” types, so my appearance on the horizon in my flimsy slut clothing didn’t set off any immediate teen-boy alarms. But as I approached, the cock sheath tightened around my penis, and from thousands of miles away, Master ordered me to plop down on the bench next to them. Even without the assistance of the sheath, I was already hard. The Duct tape held my erection pointing down, but didn’t make it invisible. As I sat down, the tape let loose and I tented the thin pink pants upward.“You, boys, lucky here,” what’s up fag boy? Out for a little stroll?” asked one boy of about fifteen, wearing a boy-beater and board shorts. He had the required long tribal tats on both of his skinny arm, and a patch of red hair on his chin.“Yes, Sir,” I replied, obeying the command that anyone who spoke to me was a Master.You would think I had replied with a string of one-liners or something, because they all laughed madly. I glanced around and knew that they were attracting the last thing i wanted: a lot of attention.“So girlie-boy, you looking for some cock to nibble on?” asked another of the boys, this one about eighteen, a white blonde trying to look like an urban black k**. He grabbed his crotch and cupped his goods obscenely as he spat out the question.“Yes, canlı kaçak iddaa Sir, if that’s what you want, Sir,” I answered, knowing this was a dangerous road. I was sweating, and with no hair in my shaved pits to catch it, I had little streams running down my sides…the short were absorbing the bulk of it, making them wet and even more translucent.By now the shoppers walking by had started to slow down for a look, and i was blushing to match my clothes. I glanced up as a couple of passersby and spotted a straight couple who were my neighbors. They starred open-mouthed; she turned saying something to him…probably something to the effect that it was time to move.Blondie sat down in the bench next to me, laying his skinny arm around my shoulders, making loud comic book like kissing sounds.Suddenly the sheath squeezed my cock twice, my order to stand up. At the same time, the left tit clamp activated, so I got up, leaving skatererboy’s arm behind, and started walking to the left. A jewelry store clock let me know I had a half hour to go before mall closing. As I walked away, the bois made obscene comments about my ass. The plug in it was filling my hole, the large end visible through the now wet rear of the shorts.I walked past several stores…a Gap, a vitamin place, a pizza by the slice joint, and then a right tit signal sent me walking into a women’s clothing store. I glanced back and spotted Piss-Master and cock-master. Cock-master stood across the way holding the video camera up for Master, who with the security cameras and the phone camera must have had a pretty good view of my trip so far. Piss-Master followed me into the store and walked up to me as I was approaching a no-longer-bored looking clerk.“Oh, miss, I think you dropped this,” Piss-Master told me, holding out a small pink dildo and a slip of paper. On the paper was a message: “Shit-head…tell the clerk you need to use her dressing room, and make sure she sees the güvenilir casino ass-plug. Then go exchange plugs. Keep the big one you take out in your hand, then come back and ask the clerk to show you some sexy underwear for your boyfriend. Say it exactly that way Master.”I looked up at the clerk as Piss-Master left the store. I certainly had her attention.“Um, can I use your dressing room, please?”“Like, for what? This is a girl’s store and even if you were a girl you haven’t picked anything out!”Now that she has talked to me, the rules said she was a master, or a Mistress, I guess.“Mistress, please let me use it, I really can’t explain but it would help me a great deal.”She looked at her watch and made a great show of being annoyed, but eventually pointed her finger toward the single changing booth at the back. It had only a half door on it, positioned so you could see the top and the bottom of the person inside…a security thing, but great I supposed for straight guys who liked to peek. I went in, lowered my shorts and jock and pulled out the big plug. After having been held open all day with the big plug, the small one went in so easily I worried that it might not stop. I redressed, glanced at myself in the mirror and blushed even more. While I was in the store, Piss-Master had moved cock-master over the one of those photo booths, the kind from the 50’s that were making a comeback. Pulling the curtain over, Piss-Master sat cock-master down and faced him, opening his zipper. “Hurry up and get some sucking in…shithead won’t be long and I know you need some cock.”Cock-master had given up any resistance, and leaned forward, gulping the tool in front of him and sucking away. Piss-Master has an amazing recovery rate after an orgasm. He can cum, and turns around, a half-hour later and be ready for another orgasm. That’s what happed in the photo booth, and just as he was coming, he bent his body to the side of the booth and pressed the button to fire güvenilir casino off the camera. There was cock-master in the shot, sucking and gulping down Piss-Masters baby maker liquid, some leaking out of the side of his mouth as if on purpose. The little strip of pictures fed out of the machine into Piss-Master’s hand.“Say thank you!” he ordered his subservient slave and former master.“Thanks,” mumbles cock-master.“LOUDER! Tell me how much you appreciate me giving you my cum, fuck-head.”Cock-master hesitated, and then gave in, losing any dignity he had left: “Thank you for giving me your cum, Sir.”“Better…now let’s go see what shithead’s up to.”Shithead, me, had come out of the dressing room holding the big butt plug in his hand. It was clear what it was, and where it had been. The clerk recoiled, her fact scrunched up in disgust.“Thank you for letting me used the room, now I need some underwear for my boyfriend.”The clerk didn’t know whether to laugh or call 911. “Your boyfriend? Do you know what size he wears?”I hasn’t expected that question, and fumbled an answer. “He’s about my size.”The clerk gave me a knowing look and walked to a nearby display. “How about these?” She held out the most frilly, feminine panties in the store. They screamed “Slut!” I mumbled that they were fine and reached for my wallet. That’s when i realized Piss-Master had it. He had removed just a single item and handed it to me: a credit card. As a result i had to use it to buy the panties, identifying myself to the girl, who I am sure made note of my full name and address.“It’s OK,” she told me, “I know a lot of boys like to wear girl’s clothes. Maybe I can introduce you to some of the others so you can get together and compare notes?”I mumbled a “thank you Mistress” and fled to the mall. It was almost closing time.I could see Piss-Master leaning against a wall across from the clothing shop…for some reason; cock-master was on the ground at his side, almost kneeling. Between them and me, standing at the entrance to the store, was a security guard. A big takes no prisoners I’ll be a real cop someday mall security guard. Piss-Master was grinning, and I quickly figured out who had called for security.(To be continued)

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