Master in the Mall, Part VI By Master Daddy Sir, with some approved modifications by bamaboi Comments to: bamaboi2serve@charter.net
Master Daddy Sir ordered the two shop slave bois who had tattooed his sissiboi princess over to his side. They scampered quickly on all fours to position themselves at Master Daddy's booted feet, holding their position, eyes down and tongues out, awaiting orders.
'Get your fucking fag tongues working on my boots while I explain what you are to do, fagots!"
The bois quickly started cleaning Master Daddy Sir's black leather Master boots.
"You two fag bois dress my sissi princess! You may leave the CBT3000 off, but dress the sissi in his frilly blue panties and his tight, short, bright pink pants/ Make sure the tattoos you put on his ass cheeks are clearly visible! I want to make sure there is never any question as to sissiboi's status. And his tats show how proud he is to be my possession. Place the tip of the gusset of his sissi panties in his mouth. Put a cock leash around his tiny immature sissi balls. You have 5 minutes to finish, or we'll see how red those slave cunt hole cheeks of yours can get with my bare hand! Get moving!"
The store slaves did as ordered, of course, knowing that to disobey an important Master and customer like Master Daddy Sir would mean life on the streets.
In minutes they had sissiboi dressed as ordered, though it would hardly qualify as "dressed". The gusset tip of his blue panties was in his mouth, stretching from his crotch upward. The effort pulled his head downward at the same time.
"I like the way the panties are pulling on your lower lip makes you drool constantly...just like a sissiboi should!
"Turn cocksucker", I order, and you immediately turn your bottom to me.
"Bend cocksucker", and, again. you bend even more over, your head touching your knees. I watch as your leather shorts climb up your thighs further revealing the two tattoos.
"Good piglett slut! Make sure your tattoos are always showing!" Knowing his stretched panties would prevent him from acknowledging my commands, I offered an alternative: "Shake your head if you understand!' I watched as you nodded, the panties stretching even further with your gesture. `
"Listen carefully, bitch boi! I do not want to hear any whimpering or any display of disobedience in this next store. The owners are our neighbors. If I see any resistance or even the slightest facial display of displeasure, I will strip you naked and take you to the middle of the mall and spank you until you can't sit for a month. Is that clear faggot?" You nod furiously, despite the painful pulling on your little sissiboi balls and tiny cunt-like pee pee. You clearly did not want to see my temper!
`Let's go princess I have some shopping that I want to do now." As I grab the pink leash now attached to your tiny immature six year old sized balls, I decide on a vocabulary change. I will call them "baby stones" from now on. These little things don't deserve the word "balls! Dogs have balls. Pigs have balls. Male mice even have balls. Real Men have balls. Sissiboi princess cocksuckers like you are lucky I haven't taken those tiny insignificant pebble sized lumps and had them removed! They are now baby stones!"
I pull you behind me. You have no choice but to follow like the dog slut that you are. In fact a dog would probably receive more respect than you will, here in the mall or anywhere. Remember, at least a male dog has real balls!
Again we walk together in the mall for about the length of it, arriving at the last store on the top level.
During the journey you have, of course, been teased and mocked as we walk. You keep your head focused on me – one step behind to my left. When you do not keep up, I yank on your cock leash which makes you walk faster. The seam of the panties in your mouth continue to get wetter and wetter from the drool from your mouth. Customers are spotting your new inked ownership message and pointing, the teenaged boys especially enjoy the spectacle of a sissiboi bitch princess being led down the mall halls, slobbering onto the tip of his panties, which the bitch is holding tightly between his teeth, knowing what price he will pay is he lets it go!
The teen boys watching the show grab their crotches, so much fuller than sissi bitch's little stretched panties, showing off what they have to offer. I know that if I left you here, they would be on you in seconds, ripping into your cunt hole and forcing their real boi cocks into your throat.
"Here we are princess! Daddy is going to buy you some new things!"
You peer up and see the name of the store: Little Davey's Baby Things.
You recognize the name 'Little Davy' from this morning, when the Little Davey was in Master Daddy Sir's living room for discipline!.
Little Davy's Dom wife Mistress Lacey had sent him over for a spanking from Master. Apparently he had angered her with some backtalk (!), and she knew it would embarrass and humble him to be disciplined outside his home by some stranger in front of other submissives!
Mistress Lacey respects Master greatly, as she too has felt his hairbrush on her bare bottom o orders from a Master.
We enter the store and little Davey at once sees Master and flies around the counter to greet him on his knees. His head immediately touches Master's boots and his tongue comes out to lick them. Little Davey is dressed as Master ordered that morning, a ridiculous, embarrassing outfit that includes cute little schoolboy shorts, a cartoon Mickey Mouse shirt, bright red suspenders, high school boy maroon socks and black school boy shoes which are highly polished. Your lips are colored red with lipstick, eye liner and blush give your face a carton little boy-girl look.
`Stand boi' Master orders and Davey jumps up to attention. Seeing Davey stand, I immediately kneel and continue to bootlick my Master.
Looking at Lacey, a submissive to Master Daddy Sir, Master says: "Lacey bitch, has your little boi been behaving since his spanking this morning?"
She answers with eyes down "Yes Master." She too is in awe of Master's stature and dominance.
"Good Lacey!' Master Daddy Sir points for Davey to come closer. Shaking, Little Davey approaches Master. "Are you wearing the little boy diaper and plastic panties I ordered you to wear little boi?'
`Yes Daddy' Davey answers, blushing a bright red.
Master unfastens Davey's suspenders and yanks down his short pants to his knees. It is a pleasing sight for Master, though not so much for Davey: a 45 year old, 6 foot tall more-or-less male, looking like a 6 year old in his pink plastic panties.
"Lacey! Come over here and take down his plastic panty!" he orders `
"Yes Sir," she quickly replies and tugs Davey's panty to his knees revealing a soaked diaper. He blushes even more as shop customers gather in a circle around him.
"Did this little faggot sissi request permission to go pee-pee? He asks Lacey, using the most childish words.
"Yes Master, Lacey replies, "he asked as you ordered, saying ' Mommy may I go pee-pee in my nappie?'
"Good Lacey!" says Master Daddy Sir.
Grabbing me by my new braided hair-handle, Master lowers my shorts and places me on my back in the nearest play pen. Then he grabs Little Davey and places him on top of me in the 69 position.
`Now you two suck on each others tiny little willies and we will be back shortly.
The two submissives go at it as best they can, under the circumstances. Little Davey uses only his mouth, trying to get at sissiboi's tiny cock and balls, which are still trapped behind the stretched frilly underwear. Master Daddy Sir has not told him to release it, and so he keeps the seam tightly grabbed by his teeth, even as Little Davey pulls them even more out of shape.
Meanwhile, sissiboi is confronted with trying to suck through Little Davey;' wet diaper! He snakes his tongue around the panty cloth and uses it as much as possible to lick the little cockette he can feel behind the wall of pissy diaper. He enjoys the taste, and his little pee pee dickie gets hard. Little Davey's little boy part is also getting hard from the excitement. The playpen with the two sissi bois playing in it is surrounded by customers from the mall. They are taking pictures and video with their cell phones, and within minutes the imaged are on the for a huge internet crowd to see.
"Come Lacey! I need pampers, plastic pants, a few adult pacifiers shaped like little cocks and maybe a baby bottle, Master Daddy Sir orders.
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