The food court

"Whatever you need to replenish yourself, master, have it then have me," Stacey says.

Her expression is pure seduction. Her strategy, and you're pretty sure it's a strategy, of teasing and temptation has kept you hard pretty much non-stop, except for your abbreviated refractory period, since you entered the mall. You're a little bit worried, in the back of your mind, about where it could lead but right now your cock is doing the higher order thinking.

Besides, with the marker you can deal with anything.

You make it to the food court without throwing your sex **** girlfriend down on the floor and fucking her again in the middle of the mall - not that you're not tempted.

You order at a panda express. The lanky teen boy behind the counter gawps shamelessly at Stacey, though it's not like you can blame him.

As you collect the food Stacey asks, "Where should we sit, Master," loud enough for the boy to clearly hear.

"Holy shit!" you hear the boy say as he looks jealously after you two. Stacey just smiles coyly at you.

You pick a booth, slightly isolated from other people. As soon as you sit down and unprompted Stacey unzips your pants below the table and pulls out your cock, stroking it subtly under the table.

You're not displeased but adding up all her assertive actions you know you have to check.

"Show me your back," you say, and she obeys only reluctantly, hesistant to let go of your cock.

Pulling down the top that partially conceals it, you see that **** is still there, but somehow "SUBMISSIVE" was smudged to illegibility.

"Part of the marker rubbed off. Have you felt any changes, Stacey?" you ask.

"Maybe, but the marker feels so natural - like earlier when you made me CONFIDENT I didn't realize that I was acting any differently all day," she says, "and besides you've kept me so out-of-my-mind horny that I wasn't too self-reflective."

"Well see if you feel this one," You say as you write, on the back of her neck, SHAMELESS SLUT.

She furrows her brow in thought for a bit.

"I don't know... It's like there something a little off, like deja vu, but it's just too subtle. Anyways, I don't really care that much - I'd rather just ride your fat cock, okay?"