I looked back at him after I had taken a couple of steps but he just flicked his hand out, motioning for me to carry on. I got my list out of my purse, took of my jacket and draped it over my arm and started on my way through the mall. First stop, Clair’s Accessories for a birthday present for my niece. I was poking around amongst some necklaces when I came across one that I thought our niece would really like. I held it up for Masters approval through the store window. When he nodded, I turned around and took it to the cash register to pay. As I was standing in line, my phone rang. “Drop the necklace,” Master’s voice commanded as I picked it up. “Drop it on the floor in front of you and then bend down, and retrieve it from the floor. Keep your legs straight,” he said before I heard the click of the phone going dead. I turned around and looked behind me. There was a clear line from me to the door of the store and the open mall where Master was standing. Smiling playfully at him, I knew this show was strictly for his benefit. I dropped the necklace as he had instructed and then quickly bent to retrieve it. I fumbled it in my fingers twice before grabbing it and returning to my standing position. I paid for the necklace and exited the store, looking for Master but he was nowhere to be found.

The next few stores passed uneventfully and I am not sure if I was relieved or disappointed. I am not much of an exhibitionist but I have to tell you that I was really turned on by not knowing when the next command would come or what it would be. I felt like I was right on the edge and I could feel my pussy, slick with juice with each step I took.

My phone rang as I approached the far end of the mall. I didn’t say anything as I flicked it open. “Turn into the lingerie store,” came the order and I took a right turn to head into La Senza. “I want you to pick out some bras to try on,” Master said. “Get different styles and different colours. Call me back when you are in the change room.” I carefully selected 5 pretty bras and asked if I could try them on. When I was safely in the locked change room, I called Master back. His instructions were simple. I was to try on each bra in turn and come out of the change room to examine myself in the mirrored area at the back of the store. I was to cup my breasts and jiggle and adjust them in front of the mirror in each case and if anyone else was in the change area, I was to ask them how it looked. Master said he would be watching.

The first three bras were a piece of cake. I tried on a lace trimmed white one with little pink bows at the straps and in the centre, a strapless black push up that was quite uncomfortable and a lacy red, demi-cup that fastened in the front. When I first stepped out of the change room and there was no one around, I gained some confidence. I twisted and turned and examined myself in the mirror, cupping and adjusting my breasts as Master had said to do. I really liked the white bra, I liked how it felt and I liked the way it looked. I didn’t care for the black one at all and after a quick adjustment returned to try on the red one. As I was heading back to the change room that time, one of the sales agents came around the corner. I think she was shocked to see me but she covered it well. She asked if there was anything I needed. I just smiled and asked her if she thought the bra was a good fit for me. She went into quite a speech about it and I thanked her and returned to the change room. Next was plain black sports bra and again, I was left in peace as I primped in front of the mirror. The last bra was a beautiful champagne coloured one that was completely lace, very feminine. I put it on and gave myself the once over in the mirror inside the change room – I loved it, it was gorgeous. I opened the change room door and came out to admire it further. I could see my nipples clearly through the delicate lace and as I stared at them in the mirror, they puckered and hardened, making them even more visible. As soon as the change room door closed my phone rang. “Buy the two you like the best,” was all Master said. I selected the white one and champagne one, paid and exited the store.

As I stepped into the mall, there was Master talking to one of his buddies from work. Unsure what I should do, I stood there for a second before Master turned towards me and walked over to put his arm around me with a big smile. Robert smiled at me too, a big wide smile as his eyes scanned down to my breasts and then back to my Master. They chatted for a few more minutes and Robert left. We have known Robert for about 2 years now, since he started work at the same company as Master. He does not know about our lifestyle. As Robert sauntered away Master smiled and said to me, “Great show princess…” he let his voice trail off and then added, “Robert liked it to.” I wanted to ask him how but I bit my tongue as I remembered he had forbidden me to speak unless spoken to first.

At the bookstore he called me and made me approach a very good looking and muscular blonde worker and ask him to show me to the erotic book section and help me pick out a good BDSM book. I was mortified. I mean, I am not in the least embarrassed at my penchant for reading some very dark and heavy erotica and it does not bother me to spend a lot of time selecting just the right book for my tastes and then paying for it. But, to ask a complete stranger to help me select some bedside reading was unnerving for me, especially in light of how attractive this man was. Thinking back now, I am positive that Master carefully chose him because he knew that I would find him attractive. He recommended a book called Bound by Sasha White so that’s what I bought.

At the body jewellery kiosk he made me ask the lady who manned it to explain the nipple bars to me. I was to ask her to describe the process to me and any special care instructions. Before I left I was to ask her if she had her nipples pierced. She did. I was to ask to see them. She haughtily refused.

As I made my way towards the drug store for some household items, Master joined me. We checked our list together and realized that we had managed to get most of the stuff we needed. Master checked his watch – we had about 20 minutes left in the 125. The drug store took about 15 minutes thanks to the super slow cashiers. When we got back into the mall I excused myself to the washroom. Before he let me go, Master issued his last set of instructions. I was to give our parcels and my jacket to him. When I was in the washroom I was to remove my bra and put it in my purse. I was to play with and pinch my nipples until they were stiff peaks and visible through my white top. I was to walk through the rest of the mall like that and meet him back at the train.

I tried so hard not to feel self-conscious as I made my way back to the entrance of the mall but I don’t think I succeeded very well. I have had my share of catcalls and comments but it was nothing compared to what I felt as I watched men sneer, women glare and kids point and snicker. I work hard at my body and I am proud of it. I even enjoy showing it off on occasion…at my choice...being ordered to do so to a mall full of strangers was entirely different and not a lot of fun at all. What seemed like much, much later but was probably only 3 – 4 minutes, I emerged from the mall and began my brief walk to the train where I hoped that Master would be waiting for me. The cool wintry air did nothing to help my nipples, which were protruding through my top like two little soldiers standing at attention. I struggled against the urge to cross my arms in front of myself both to cover my nipples and to brace against the cold, windy air. I made it to the train stop without further incident but Master was not there. He did arrive a moment later though, and handed me my coat with a smile. He had been following me and watching as others ogled me.

When we got back to his truck and were headed home, he told me how proud he was of me. I know I flushed with pride. I love to hear those words from him and knowing that I had pleased him made all the embarrassment and humiliation worth it to me.