Mall Stuff. Obviously.

I'll always be the first one to tell you, I HATE the mall. Sure, there's economic reasons, and cultural ones and blah blah blah. I just hate them because they're so boring. Then again, I cannot say that I've ever been shopping with a beautiful blonde who is intent on calling me "Master." So...this shopping trip might be a bit more enjoyable.

Our plan of attack was pretty simple. First up, was dinner. Neither of us were overly interested in a fancy dinner. Both of our clothes had a fair bit of mud on them, and I was more than a little worried that sitting in an enclosed space for too long might betray the fact that we both smelled like we'd been fucking all day. Deodorant is great and all, but there are limits to its powers. Instead, we grabbed sandwiches from a local shop and found ourselves a table outside.

Despite being outside, in plain view of well...everyone, Janet was being very flirtatious, and mischievous. In the middle of talking about what sort of movies we each liked, I noticed that her tits has "accidentally" popped out of her tops. And she was acting as if she were completely oblivious to that fact.

Well, I decided, two can play that game. Checking the surrounding diners, I slid my hand up her leg, under her dress. Reaching her crotch, I found her slit absolutely soaking. Gently rubbing my finger up and down her lips Janet was finding maintaining our conversation rather difficult. Based off our previous experiments, I knew I couldn't let her get too far down the path to orgasm, but some teasing was well within reason.

"You dirty girl, you took your panties off." I whispered across our forgotten sandwiches.

"They were SO wet sir. What choice did I have? I was trying to be a good girl for you. A good girl wouldn't wear dirty panties." Was her giggling response.

"You and I might need to redefine the definition of a 'good girl.' I don't think a good girl would be out in public, flapping her clam like a common hussy."

Some new customers taking the table near us had me retrieving my hand, but Janet left her tits out, undetected as of yet. "Janet, you...you've got...some mayo on your cheek."

"Oh, thank you Mike. You're so observant." Our laughter brought too much attention to our table so I had to tell her to cover up. A bit. Which she did immediately. "Of course sir."

The rest of the shopping trip was mostly uneventful. Janet only need a couple things, just enough to get through the weekend, and possibly into Monday. I offered, perhaps a bit too eagerly, to judge the outfits she was trying out. "No master. You go find something else to do. I want to get a couple surprises for you. I'll be quick. Want to meet me by the entrance in an hour?"

I thought about throwing my weight as "master" around, but the prospect of surprised was too tempting. So, I dicked around the mall, the bookstore, the tech store, etc. I didn't even notice the time flying by until it was time to meet up with Janet. As I got to the mall's entrance I saw Janet and some buff dude chatting. Well, to be fair. He was talking. She was doing her best to ignore him, but he was not picking up on her not so subtle body hints.

I was approaching them from behind to try and save her from the situation when Bro made a mistake he'd regret for some time. I heard him say to her "Come on baby, let's ditch the loser you came here with and go back to my place for a drink or two."

I barely saw her leg move, but before I knew it, her foot had shot up between his legs like a rocket breaking free of orbit. The **** she put into kicking this guys balls hurt ME. "Listen here, you little bitch." She hissed, leaning over the prone man. "You're not fit to lick Master's boots. Why would I spend any time on you when I have a certified stud? Go back to hitting on junior high girls. They might buy your routine, if only because they don't know better yet. Ooh, Master! I hope I'm not late. I'll call the car now!"

By the time the ride share driver arrived, not Sofia alas, Bro had still not gotten up from his fetal position, but his crying had abated a little at least. "Damn...I'm glad she just tried to call the cops on me." I muttered. The ride home was pretty uneventful. We just cuddled into each other until we pulled up. I was like a giddy school kid looking forward to my surprises as I unloaded the bags. Little did I know that the surprise awaiting me was not in any of the bags from the mall.