The Mall 


Master, I wanted to write, like you asked, and tell you how I felt when you 
left me on that bench at the mall yesterday.  First, it was strange, while my 
skin was aroused by the chill from the rain, I was not cold, your instructions 
somewhat excited and almost embarassed me and while my skin was chilled, my 
heart was racing and other parts of my body were warm.  My blood felt as if it 
were pulsing through my body.  I remember wondering right at first how long you 
would be gone.  The entire time I felt your eyes watching me, I didn't feel 
unsafe because I knew you would not have me do something that could cause me 
harm.  I was determined to make you proud of me by obeying your instructions.   
The first man up the escalator was with a woman, I was guessing it must have 
been his wife.  The man was very handsome and they made a beautiful couple.  
They were in their mid 40's probably.  Although the woman was in front of him, 
my eyes caught his, and I lowered my eyes toward my lap and then back to his 
gaze.  He never took his eyes off of me, I knew he found me attractive.  I felt 
as if my nipples were on fire and that he could see them throbbing from the 
ache they expressed for someone's touch.  The second time I lowered my gaze, he 
lowered his, that is when I opened and closed my thighs as you had instructed, 
when I raised my gaze, he was starring at my parted knees.  That is when I 
also caught his wife's gaze and her eyes had also seen my pretty pink pussy.  
She was looking at me, then my knees, then her husband as if in shock.  I 
couldn't help but wonder if she had ever seen, touched or licked another woman's 
cunt.  These thoughts made my pussy throb.  She posessively took his hand and led 
him completely away from me, as he turned he winked at me, I winked back.  
This caused a rush of adreneline.  I was ready for the next voyeur...anxious in 
fact.  This time, it was a teen boy, obviously young, but mature looking.  He 
was watching me from the second I had come into his view.  I had opened and 
closed my thighs, fearing that when I did my juices were going to drip where he 
could see.  That is how wet and excited it made me to show my pussy, but not 
be able to touch it.  The teen jammed his hands into his pockets and suddenly 
seemed uncomfortable.  I couldn't help but giggle inside as he slowly left the 
escalator and watched me as he walked away, suddenly crashing into the chest 
of a giant man who looked as if he just rode in off his Harley.  I cringed when 
I was afraid the biker was going to pound the horney young man into the 
mall's marble floor, but instead he turned his gaze to see what was distracting the 
young man's attention from walking and talking.  The man had long dark hair 
and was dressed all in black leather, and he quietly let go of the boy's neck 
and just sort of dropped him like a wet towel.  He approached me.  As he did, 
another man, a single business man was climbing the escalator, taking two steps 
at a time.  I, as you asked, opened and closed my thighs.  The man dressed 
all in leather witnessed my little game.  He laughed softly and sat down on the 
bench beside me.  I sensed he knew that I had been placed on that bench by 
someone who was probably nearby watching their property.  He seemed familiar with 
and amused by the game.  He just sat quietly on the bench with me for what 
seemed like a very long time.  You had told me to be polite if spoken to and to 
allow someone to touch me if they desired to.  I know Master, that it's 
probably wrong, but I so wanted him to touch me if he so desired to.  My pussy was 
dripping wet and my clit was pulsing with blood as if begging to be touched.  
My nipples felt as if they were searing through my chilled blouse.  Yet 
nothing, he sat quietly, chuckling under his breath as he would watch my knees part 
for each approaching gentleman.  I wondered where you were.  Had you sent this 
man to taunt and tease me.  Were you wanting to test me and see if I truly 
allowed another man to touch me besides you.  I began to feel confused.  Then I 
remembered that no matter what, I was safe.  If you did not want me to be 
touched you would be there to stop it.  The leather clad man had no idea what 
effect he was having on me.  First, the aroma from his leathers was only making my 
head swim even more.  I also believed that no man was coming near me while he 
was stationed as if a doberman on piont near my side.  That is when without 
looking at me, he said, "Your Master is very lucky dear, to own one so beautiful 
and obediant as you."  I politely said, "yes, Sir, thank you."  I was so 
excited by him referring to my Master and the fact that he recognized my 
submission.  I also knew the man would not probably touch me out of respect for another 
man's property, but that he was taking in every inch of my body.  I could 
feel his eyes as if they were touching me.   As excited as I was by my 
assignment, I never felt more proud to be yours.  That is all that was said between me 
and the leather clad man before you approached me and "bot" me off the bench 
like a common whore.  But I knew I was your whore, and that you cherished me, 
and my heart was so full and content, and my body was on fire for you.  Master, 
thank you for letting me be yours.  I love you.