I woke up to discover that Britney had rolled over and was now again facing me, her arms curled up tight into me and her whole body against mine. It was an incredible way to wake up.
“Ahh isn’t that cute. The slave and Britney are cuddling.” Liz said, standing in the doorway. That woke Britney, she lifted her head and looked at the doorway. “Don’t get too comfortable lovebirds. We are heading out in an hour and a half.”
“Whe are we going?” I asked Britney after Liz left.
“For the next bit just pretend you’re not going anywhere, stay here and enjoy the moment with me” said Britney. “Pretend you’re not a slave.” She wiggled around a little bit to get more comfortable. Her warm body felt so nice.
We must have just lay there for about an hour, just talking with her curled up into me. Liz and Amanda both came in carrying food trays. “You’re getting food because you’ve got a big day ahead of you slave. That’s why we let you sleep in too, its noon. You’ll need your energy.”
Britney sat up and I did the same. We were presented with a nice pancake and egg breakfast with toast. “After we are done this breakfast you go back to being my slave again.” Britney said
“I know.”
“Actually you better take off those shorts now.”
I did and after that Britney wrapped one of her legs around mine under the blankets. She looked at me and gave me a sweet smile.
We finished out meals and Britney headed off for a shower while I was ordered to bring the treys downstairs. I did that and was then told to shower after Britney, which I did. I headed downstairs to the girls, who were all dressed pretty casual. I still felt very shameful approaching them naked and they just treated it me like I was less than them.
“We might as well let you know what we are up to slave, we are going to the mall with you this afternoon. This evening is a special night, we will be having some company.”
“Here is what is going to happen on the way thee” Liz handed me a Speedo “Put on the Speedo, actually leave it off for now” said Liz. Just then Britney came downstairs.
“We ready?” Britney asked.
“Yup, it’s a hot one today,” said Liz “Lets go.”
We all walked outside, me completely naked, a few individuals were scattered on the street, and they may or may not have saw me. I didn’t care anymore. I was directed to the front seat, I didn’t sit down right away. Liz gave my balls a squeeze, causing me to cringe and she said, “Sit, now.”
Amanda got in to the driver’s seat. It was a nice car, a Mercedes. She put the air on after insuring my panels were closed so the air wouldn’t hit me. The car still got cool, but my body was stuck to the leather seat.
Once we got out onto the road. I realized that any truck, van or SUV would be high enough to see me naked completely. A car could see my upper body, big deal, but anything else could see me completely naked. That concern me a little, especially since the driveto the nearest mall was 40 minutes.
Immediately after turning onto the first main road I could see tons of people in SUVS or vans. I knew that they could see me completely if they looked down at me. Many did, males and females alike were glancing at my naked body. Amanda reached over at a stoplight while we were stopped and reclined my chair really far back. “Really give them a show,” said Amanda encouragingly.
I was almost in a completely horizontal position now. I looked out the window and I saw something that I immediately feared. We were approaching a school bus at the red-light ahead of us. Amanda must of saw too because she gave a little laugh. We pulled up right beside the bus. The kids were high school aged, boys and girls. Very quickly I saw a couple kids notice me, they starting yelling and very soon all windows had like 4 faces pressed into them. The packed bus was staring at me, laughing, I was looking up at the car ceiling, not able to look at them, but that wouldn’t last long.
“Smile at them and wave slave, then show them the top of your head, hopefully they’ll understand your situation. Actually wait…” She then rolled down my window, “Now do it, get yourself out the window.”
I sat up somewhat, stuck my head of the window and waved, and then I pointed my head towards them so they could read it. Immediately they all started bringing their windows down. They were hollering insults and laughing at my expense. Finally the light turned green, it was over, or so I thought. Amanda kept pace with the school bus. “Ask them if they have any requests for you slave, tell them you’ll do anything they ask.”
I stuck my head out the window and yelled, “I’ll do anything you guys demand, I have to, I’m completely under your control. Anything you want done to me by the girls in here?”
“I heard a whole bunch of things, but a couple of girls shouted simultaneously. “Masturbate!”
“Play with yourself slave,” Britney ordered “But doNot cum!” I did, and started slowly struggling myself. That brought a roar from the bus.
“Pinch his nipples” someone shouted. Immediately, Britney, who was behind me, leaned over and grabbed my nipples in each hand and pinched them hard. She then pulled up on them, causing me to arch my back to relieve some pressure, during this whole time I was still masturbating. We hit another stop sign, with Britney still working on my nipples Amanda grabbed a marker and wrote down a phone number. Amanda told me to write it in big letters on my stomach: “Girls, call this number when you get home.” I saw a bunch scrambling to write it down. Finally the bus turned onto a single lane road, leaving us.
Britney released my nipples and I was told to stop masturbating. I was turned on from playing with myself in public, but I would get no release. We then hit the highway. Britney moved over to where Liz was sitting, she sat on her lap and then she stuck her feet on my chest, she had taken off her sandals. “I want you to roll towards my feet and work on my feet with your mouth and tongue” I rolled over so my ass was now pointing at the window, which, I’m sure, was seen by many.
I took Britney’s right foot in my mouth, she put her left on my shoulder. I began by sucking and kissing her toes. “Lick the sole of my foot slave, everywhere, and hold it tight because I get ticklish” I Did, laying there with dead eyes in a subservient position, I held her feet with both hands and began licking up and down the whole sole of her foot, she was giggling and making pleasured sounds as I did it. I was so emotionalless as I did it, it was like I had lost my soul. I did it a number of times then I worked on her heel and finally near and on her toes. I was then instructed to switch feet, which I did and I repeated the process.
“Ok slave we’re almost at the exit, put your Speedo on and sit up…and clean that marker off your stomach with some saliva or something.” We arrived at the mAll shortly after I had cleaned most of the marker off. Amanda circled one of the main mall entrances about a dozen times, waiting to get a parking spot. Finally one opened up and we pulled in. It was parallel to the main sidewalk, right beside it. So people walking up to the mall were a few feet away from the car as they passed. “You know what slave, recline again and roll over.” I turned over and was lying down with my ass up.
Britney and Liz got out of the car. They opened my door, but they stood so they blocked most people’s view of me. Amanda instructed them to go to my door and then to try to pull my Speedo into my ass crack. “Expose as much of his cheats as you can. After a bunch of tucking, rolling and wedding they appeared to have gotten most of it wedged uncomfortable into my crack. “Handcuff him.” Amanda said.
I was then handcuffed so I was hugging the chair, the cuffs were looped through the mesh pocket thing on the back of the chair so I couldn’t move away. I was then blindfolded. I heard Amanda get out of the car too. I then felt the marker on my back again. Someone wrote a big message on me, they used my whole back. “Brace yourself, we wanna leave some handprints.” WHACK! One ass cheek was hit hard, then, WACK, my other cheek was.
“Ok slave we are gonna find you some clothes to wear, what size is your wait?”
“34”
“Ok we’ll be back and well leave the air-conditioning on, so I guess I gotta leave the engine on too.”
I heard the car door locks engagement, I was then left alone. I realized that I had to put my face straight into the seat to prevent from being identified. If I turned it the other way someone could just go over to the other side.
Immediately I could hear knocking on the window. I just lay there and waited for it to stop. For about 45 minutes I could hear laughing, people were yelling at me in hopes that I’d answer, some even tried the door. I just lay there imagine I was somewhere else.
Eventually the three girls arrived, first they wiped my back down, then they uncuffed me. I was shown my clothes. A white wife-beater and spandex bicycle shorts. I was going to have to walk around a mall in front of hundreds of people in that. I changed into them. I was then given a baseball cap to cover up my head and some plain, cheap sandals. I had to remove the Speedo, which Liz shoved in her purse.
“Alright let’s go slave, keep up with us.” For the most part they just paraded around, letting everybody glance at me, occasionally they slapped my ass or grabbed my balls with people looking or having me do bendovers, my ass pointed at large groups of people. I helped them shop, holding things, going to get things. etc.
We were in another store when Liz said “I have to pee, it’s too bad I can’t have my slave assist me in there.”
“Shit, let’s do it, lets get him some chick clothes, can you hold it for a while Liz?” Amanda said
“Uh, I think so.”
“Ok Liz, go find him some high heels in his size, Brit go find a wig, doesn’t have to be great, just a girls one, I’ll get him some clothes.”
The girls left and Amanda led me to into a clothes store. “The way I see it slave, is that to ensure you can pull off being a girl we have to hide cleavage, biceps and not have anything real tight on your cock to show a bulge. So we wanna cover that up and reveal everything else possible. Not an easy task. Well I already got an idea for the pants.”
She led me to the shorts and got me a pair of baby blue cotton short shorts, the kind that looks like old girls gym shorts, they would barely cover my ass, but were loose enough to not show a bulge, and as I have checked out on girls many times, really showed off the ass when bent over.
“Now the top will be difficult, a sport bra would be perfect but biceps and cleavage can’t be hidden or made. Spaghetti top, same problem. The blouse idea we already did. T-shirt is too plain and most tops cover too much. I need something revealing, slutty.” She kept looking at all kinds of things but they wouldn’t work for her for some reason. We checked a couple of stores but Amanda couldn’t find anything that she liked for me.
We walked by the “It” store. (It’s a joke store of sorts, has all kinds of gag gifts and stuff, along with tons of t-shirts with all kinds of funny stuff written on them). “Oh perfect!” exclaimed Amanda. She went and picked out a white T-shirt that said “Nasty” across the chest. She also bought an empty spray bottle with a picture of Bart Simpson on it for some reason. “Ok slave you need a bra now” We went into a different store and got a “water bra” Apparently the outside is lined with water to make breasts seem bigger, or at least exist in my case.
We left the store and realized that we didn’t have any plans to meet anywhere with Brit and Liz so we wandered across the whole mall. Amanda amused herself by taking my into a corner and rubbing her palm up and down my dick, giving me a huge bulge that really showed on my bicycle shorts. It is very hard to walk with a massive hard on, I walked like I had to crap real bad. I got lots of stars and laughs. After going through practically the whole place we ran into Liz and Brit, they were together. Brit showed us the wig, long blond hair, not unlike her own. Liz said she couldn’t find high heels but she found big platform sandals. They were purple and at the heel like 2 inches off the ground, the toes were slightly lower. They looked very difficult to walk in. “Well, where does he change?”
“Let’s go to the department store, the rooms aren’t really monitored there.” said Amanda. So off we went. I was led to a change room in a remote corner. I grabbed a t-shirt off the rack to bring in in case someone asked what I was doing I could show them I was trying something on.
The room was cramped, I began by putting on the nasty shirt, it wasn’t too bad at all, it was actually an improvement from the wife beater, it was a woman’s medium so it was really tight.. I then put on the little gym shorts, they were small, just barely covering my ass and exposing practically all my legs. I then tried to put on the platforms, they just barely fit and I felt very awkward with my feet tilted down like this. I was also well over 6 feet tall now. I was really going to stand out. I tried to walk a little but I Couldn’t even take a step in the small room. When I stepped, my heel left the platform I felt like I would tip right over.
I put on the last piece of clothing I had, the wig, and adjusted it in the mirror. I then bent over to see what my ass looked like when I bent over, thankfully it covered well but got very tight. I then realized I forget to put the bra on, I took off my shirt and put it on and then put my t-shirt back on. The bra was a bright yellow and was very visible through the shirt. The water wasn’t doing much. I looked very flat chested at the moment, the bra cup was hugewhich concern me, they must have something planned for the big cups. I decided to leave.
I took slow, deliberate steps to the girls, it was very hard to walk at all. I went very slowly. “Gimme the wife beater and shorts, the shoes just leave on the ground, too much to carry” I dropped the sandals on the floor and handed Liz my old clothes, which she shoved in her pursuit.
“I think the t-shirt sucks Amanda,” said Britney “it says ‘nasty’ big deal.”
“He’s not done yet” said Amanda “Slave we are going to go to the bathroom its on the next floor, We don’t wanna wait for your slow moving ass, meet us in the girls, hurry.”
“Oh and slave, you can’t take off the shoes to walk faster at any time” said Liz
I headed after them but soon lost them. It was fucking impossible to walk at a Normal speed in these. I did improve and could move at a slow walk, I headed up the escalator and into the bathroom. I saw none of the girls there, in fact it was empty at the moment unless someone was hidden in a stall or something. I heard the door open behind me. “Hey Girl” said Amanda as she entered. “It’s empty, ok slave, get in the stall.”
I chose one and entered. Amanda crammed in behind me and closed the door. “Sit on the toilet” I did “Lift your shirt up to your head.” She immediately took toilet paper from the roll and started cramming my bra cups with it, packing it tightly, she even pulled out scotch tape from her pocket and taped the paper to my skin to keep it in place. She used up a lot filling up my whole bra. She then worked in there a little bit to get out the bumps. “well slave, that bra is a D cup, including the water on the outside, it now looks like you got DD breasts. It was true they were huge, they stuck way out on me, I looked down and could barely see past them.
Next she took out scissors and began to cut away at my t-shirt, she cut off the bottom so it barely hung below the bra, exploring my whole torso from the bottom of my chest to my waist. Someone came into the bathroom and Amanda seemed independent. I was now only covered by a pair of shorts that covered less than and were tighter than any pair of boxes I had ever wore. They also have slots on the side, exposing the sides of my leg even more, there was maybe 2 inches from the slit to the waistband on both sides. Two more girls came in, from what I could hear, there may have been more.
The only other piece of clothing I had on was a t-shirt that when halfway down my upper arm, just barely concealing any definition on my arm and the shirt just went down to where my pecks would end, just showing the tiniest amount of yellow from the bra. It also said “nasty” tight along my huge breasts.
I thought I was ready. Nope. Amanda took out that spray bottle, filled it with toilet water (gross), just because she didn’t want to be bothered to even send me to the sink. She lifted my t-shirt away from my body and began to spray it with water so it was damp.She did this all around. Now the shirt was practically see through. It there was any writing on my bra you could have read it easily. It wasn’t soaking wet but enough to make it almost 100% see through. You could see my skin color through the shirt easily and the bra was impossible to miss. “There, now you’re ready”.
“Ok, uh, stand on the toilet and wait until you see Liz’s shoes at the bottom of the door. I have no idea why she needs you but I’m sure you’ll hate it,” she said with a laugh and left. As soon as I heard the door close, it opened again and I saw Liz’s feet and I let her in. “Hurry slave, I’ve held it for way too long. Lift up the seat.”
I did and she made a face as she was about to site down “Eww gross, clean it off.” I rubbed the seat with toilet paper. It was dry now, but still looked a little dirty.
“Not good enough, wet it.” I went out of the stall to the sink, two girls were doing their makeup in the mirror and eyed me as I left the stall. I took the toilet paper and wet it and came back into the bathroom and wiped it down “Nope, still gross, solve this yourself slave and hurry.” Immediately I realized what she wanted, I would have to use my arms for her to sit on. I kneeled on the wet and therefore disgusting floor and put my arms on each side of the seat.
“That’ll work, ok, take off my pants.” She demanded “oh and nice ass you got there bitch.” I Pulled down her pants and underwear to her ankles and got back into position, I was facing the toilet so it took some maneuvering on her part to get on the seat onto my arms. “Kneel down lower slave, I don’t feel comfortable having my legs spread around you.” She said very loudly. I’m sure everyone in the bathroom heard. At the moment I was kneeing with my back straight up and my arms right in front of me. I was looking directly into her stomach.
Before I could even move she added “Oh and make sure you are looking down, it makes me uncomfortable,” she stated.
“Wellwe can’t have you uncomfortable can we?” I thought sarcastically.
I moved my knees back as I lowered my upper body. By the time I was back far enough my feet were well under the door, I had to crane my neck at an awkward and painful angle to get it down below the toilet seat. It was wedged uncomfortable against the cold toilet just below the seat. Liz then put her feet up on my back, resting them straight out.
“Better.” My arms were now in line with my back parallel with the floor. It was like my back and arms were a table with my legs and the toilet were the two legs. She started to piss. My arms were numb from supporting her weight by the time she was done.
After she finished she got up and had me wipe her piss hole, thankfully I was allowed to use toilet paper.
She told me to stand up, she looked me over and said “You look sexy you slut.” She led me out of the stall and had me wash her hands, getting the soap and rubbing it all over her hands while a girl inthe tap beside us watched with a confused look on her face.
We left, I exited behind Liz moving slowly to keep from falling. I left and the two other girls immediately appeared from clothing racks. Britney saw me for the first time and said “That’s hot”
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