Go along with her.

Without any time to consider your options or even to hesitate slightly you find yourself going along with Sarahs decision to take you back to her place.

Pulling her feet off your back she plants her boots on the floor with a solid thud, stretching as she does.

"It's hard work looking after a store and taking care of pathetic, weak males like you, boy!"

You feel slightly humiliated at being called a pathetic male, yet it also excites you in an odd way. Her natural arrogance and the casual way that she commands you, clearly expecting your obedience sends thrills of excitement through your body. The only way to break this hold she has on you is to disobey, something you find yourself unwilling to do, despite it all you are beginning to enjoy the lack of control and her casual cruelty seems to promise true dominance.

A heavy, black boot impacts your balls with some ****, interrupting your musings as you yelp in pain despite yourself. "Now, now, pay attention boy, don't fall out of line now!" Sarah's voice calls out in her casual, dominant tones.

Still in agony, you bend your neck and apologize in a groveling way that surprises even yourself. "Enough of that boy, you're forgiven for now, don't let it happen again.." Looking up you see Sarah, still on her phone, leaning onto the shop counter and as far as you can see the mall seems mostly deserted. "..begin closing up shop now, bitch. I'll expect everything to be in order when I get back, I'm going to get my things, then we can go."

Sarah strides off, deeper into the store, her long form disappearing rapidly with her long strides and the thudding of her heavy boots. Now's your chance to run you realize. Yet, you find yourself obeying, closing up shop as instructed.

By the time Sarah reappears, similarly dressed yet with a pink, slightly worn backpack and with a black leather jacket draped across her shoulders, you've closed up the store to the best of your abilities. She examines the store with a critical eye and you find yourself holding your breath. Eventually she nods, satisfied.

"Not bad boy, I'll have to keep in mind bringing you along to work in the future. Now, come here!"

Her last words coming out in a snap, you stand before her in a flash, never even hesitating. Sarah grabs your jaw with both hands, forcing your mouth open then spits into your mouth several times, long, thick strings of saliva impacting the roof of your mouth. "Swallow it.." Without any choice, not wanting to disobey, you swallow it down. "..ah, that's a good boy.." Your head snaps to the side, ears ringing, a handprint across your left cheek. "..I'll have you trained yet.." Her dark, chuckling both scares and excites you as she takes obvious pleasure in giving you several slaps.

When she seems satisfied with claiming her dominance, showing off your doormat status, she drops her bag on the floor. "Get my bag boy and let's go home." Finding it bit humiliating carrying a pink bag you scramble to obey and as you both make your way to the car you determinedly focus on Sarah, ignoring any onlookers.

Reaching her car, a nice little ride with what seems to be a spacious trunk, she unlocks the car. Reaching for the door handle on the passenger side she suddenly chimes in. "Not there.." You look over at her, noticing her popping the trunk of the car, opening it. "..slaves ride here." Grabbing you by the hand, she pulls you along like a rag doll, putting her hand on your head she forces you into the trunk with obvious ****, stuffing you in it like bag of grain, slamming it shut above you.

Darkness all around you, you feel scared yet excited at your predicament. I hope I'm not making a mistake you think to yourself as the engine hums to life and the car begins to roll off, back to her place and with plenty of surprises in store for you..