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Subject: Katy's Surrender - part 3 - Repost - (blackmail, bondage)

	Katy Surrenders - Part 3


Josh and Katy went into the mall.  For a short ways they walked side
by side without talking but then Josh turned to her and told her to
walk a few steps behind him.

"You are not my equal.  You are only a slave girl.  Walk behind me,"
he told her.  Katy happily complied.  This way it didn't look so much
like they were together.  She followed his lead into a large discount
department store.

Josh stopped at the pet supply section.  After a brief survey of the
selection of dog collars, he picked one out and handed it to Katy.
"Try this on," he told her.
	"Are you crazy??  In here?" she whispered angrily.
"That was not an appropriate response, slave.  You will have to be
punished for that later.  You have been warned about bitchy,
disrespectful speech.  Now.  Put on the collar to see if it fits."

Katy stared at him incredulously but then decided against rebellion.
She hastily looked around the store.  No one would likely see her
anyway, she thought.

"Yes master," she finally said, as sweetly as she could manage.  Then
she put the collar around her neck and fumbled with the buckle.

"Okay.  That's fine.  Looks like a perfect fit.  And I like the style
too."  Quickly removing the collar, Katy looked more closely at it.
It was the ugliest thing she could imagine.  It reminded her of the
collars worn by the big, bad, mean dogs in the cartoons.  It was thick
black leather with a metal buckle and metal pieces stuck all over it.
It also had two metal loops on it, one near the buckle and one on the
opposite side.  She handed it back to Josh.

"No.  You keep it.  You have to pay for it.  Now pick out a nice
leash.  And be quick because we have a lot of shopping to do."

Katy looked over the various leashes.  They were all about the same
except for the weight and thickness of the chain.  Her fingers went
toward the thinnest of the bunch.

"Naah, don't think so.  Too flimsy," she heard Josh tell her.
Capitulating, she picked out the longest, heaviest chain on the rack.

"Nice one," Josh remarked.  "You're getting the drift now.  Okay, you
pick out a couple of these choker leashes too and meet me at the
registers.  I've got some other stuff to get."

A few minutes later, Katy and Josh left the store with the collar and
leashes as well as several small padlocks and short chains that Josh
had brought to her.  Katy had paid for the items with her own money
from her allowance.  Josh instructed her to walk ahead of him to a
certain expensive women's clothing store.  As they proceeded again
through the mall in single file, Josh delighted in watching her
perfect round little butt as it swayed sexily in her jeans.  The girl
was beautiful even dressed as she was in a simple t-shirt and jeans,
he thought happily.  And she was his.

When they got to the store, Katy followed Josh through the aisles as
he searched for the cosmetics department.

"Just buy some lipstick, slave," he told her, "but it has to be the
brightest red they got and it has to be the kind that doesn't come off
on clothes."  Katy wondered about this but quickly found a lipstick
that met those criteria and paid for it.  She then fell in behind him
again as they proceeded to the next store.

"Oh God, no", Katy whispered to herself as Josh walked straight into
the Victoria's Secret store.  This was going to be much more
difficult, she feared.

As Katy followed Josh around the store she tried hard to make it look
like she was not actually with him while at the same time not making
him angry.  She remembered his mention of a punishment for talking
back to him and did not want to add to whatever he had in mind for
her.  She followed as he walked deliberately around the store,
checking out the mannequins, looking at the styles of lingeree.  She
became increasingly nervous as she saw how skimpy many of the garments
were.  After a quick tour of the store, Josh finally returned to one
mannequin which was adorned with a very revealing little white teddy.
It had a deep V-neck and was fully open on by sides down to the tie at
the waist.  The material was so thin as to be virtually transparent.
Katy was visibly distressed to see his choice.  The thought of herself
wearing such a thing made her blush deeply.  Josh motioned to her.

"Will this fit you?" he asked.
	"NO.  It's too big," she replied immediately.  Josh gave her a
mean look.
"Very bad attitude, slave."
	"Sorry, master.  Perhaps I can find a smaller one in that
style."
"Well, hurry up.  It's getting late."

Very shortly, Katy found the exact garment in her size.
	"Here it is master.  This one will fit me."
"Go try it on to be sure."
	"Master, I'm sure it will fit."
"Do I have to repeat a command?"
	"No, master.  I will go try it on."  Katy bit her lip.  She
was so angry now she seriously considered killing the little brat or
at least calling his damned bluff.  Whenever she felt that way,
though, she thought of the tape and the e-mails and immediately became
very submissive.  As bad as it was to submit to Josh it was infinitely
better than facing her father's wrath.

The store had a small dressing room area.  There were three cubicles
set away from the main part of the store in a little alcove.  Katy had
to walk past a man who was evidently waiting for his wife or
girlfriend to come out of one of the dressing rooms, as one of them
was occupied.  Katy guessed his age at about 40.  He had a slight
flecking of gray in his hair and a not-so-slight beer belly.  The man
perked up as Katy brushed past him.  She heard him inhale sharply as
she walked past, probably to get a whiff of her perfume.  She was used
to that.

Several minutes later, Katy came out of the changing room.  Josh was
near the door to the alcove, chatting with the man.  The other
changing rooms were now empty so Katy guessed the man's wife was
looking for more clothes to try on.  Katy was embarrassed to be forced
to discuss the garment in front of this strange man.

"It fits," she said to Josh, almost whispering it to him while trying
to avoid the man's gaze.  She wanted to get out of there as fast as
possible.

"Pardon me?"  Josh's voice was loud and mean.  She understood.

"This fits fine, master."  She cringed as she said the words.  She was
painfully aware of the change in the man's posture when he heard those
words.  What had Josh told him about her, she wondered?

"I don't care if it fits you stupid bitch.  I need to know how it
looks on you.  Go put it back on and then come out and model it for
us.  By the way, this is Jack.  He'd like to see how you look in it
too."

Katy's face turned scarlet.  She couldn't believe this was happening.
Shaking with nervousness and humiliation, she returned to the cubicle
where she quickly changed back into the flimsy outfit.  Looking in the
mirror, she realized that she might just as well be walking out there
naked.  Her nipples and her pubic hair were clealrly discernable
through the sheer material.  Nervous goose bumps covered her upper
chest and arms and, to her dismay and shame, her nipples were at their
most erect, pressing lewdly against the cloth.  Screwing up her
courage, she returned to face the two males.

They waited for her, leaning against the wall of the alcove, opposite
her cubicle.  She stood in front of them without speaking for many
long seconds as their eyes devoured her body.  Katy was alarmed to
notice a growing bulge in Jack's trousers.  She felt utterly degraded
and humiliated but resisted the impulse to cover her breasts and
pussy.  She knew that would be both pointless and risky.

"Walk around a little Katy.  Let's see how it looks when you jiggle."
Josh and the man both smiled at this crudity.  She obeyed, walking in
small circles in the confines of the tiny alcove, trying as much as
she dared to mimic the moves of the models she had seen on TV.  She
sincerely wanted to please Josh at this point so that this humiliating
torture could end quickly.  She walked and posed for what seemed like
an eternity, barefoot and mostly naked in front of these two lecherous
men.

"Whatcha think?" Josh asked the man, finally.

"Wow," was Jack's critical review.

"Do you think her nipples show through enough?"

"Oh yeah, they sure do," Jack replied honestly.  "She sure is a
beauty," he continued.  "Those are the most perfect legs I've ever
seen and those tits, my God they're sexy."

"Yeah, whatever."  Josh said.  "But I think the nipples don't show
good enough."  Josh was holding the purchases from the other stores.
Pulling out the lipstick, he handed it to Katy.  

"Here," he said.  "Put this on.  Oh, and put some on your lips, too."
Taking the lipstick,  Katy did not at first understand what he meant
but then suddenly realized what he was telling her to do.  She felt
very faint as she resignedly returned to the cubicle.  She had a
little trouble putting the lipstick on because her fingers were
shaking so much.  She carefully covered each nipple with the bright
red lipstick and then did her lips.  She felt and looked like a whore,
she thought.  How much worse will this get, she wondered.

When she came back out she was met by two wide grins.  They evidently
approved of the cosmetic touch.  Katy's blushes added even more red to
the presentation.  At that moment, the man's wife returned to the
dressing room area, walking straight in to the alcove but stopping
with a shock when she saw Katy.  She said nothing but her face spoke
volumes.  She was clearly disgusted with what she saw, giving Katy a
look that accused her of being the worst kind of slut and then
throwing a distinctly unpleasant glance toward her now meek looking
husband.  Katy backed away as the woman pushed past her to the
cubicle, her fingers clutching a modest flannel nightgown.  Jack now
looked very unhappy but Josh seemed in good spirits.

"Looks great Katy, we'll take it.  Too bad we don't have more time to
shop but we gotta get going.  Give me the outfit and i'll take it to
the cashier while you get dressed."

Katy breathed a sigh of relief.  Thank goodness they were finaly
getting out of this store.  She turned to go back to the cubicle but
Josh stopped her.

"What are you doing?", he asked.
	"I'm going to take off the lingeree, like you said, master.
I'll pass it to you over the top of the door."

"Just take it off right here.  It'll be quicker."  Katy felt sick.
The lingeree wasn't much cover but at least it was something.  Now he
wanted her to strip naked for him and for this strange man, who was
now becoming visibly aroused again.  She decided it would be best to
do it quickly before the woman came out or anyone else showed up.
Blushing, she slipped out of the garment.  She tried to cover herself
with it as she stepped toward Josh.  In his usual unhelpful manner he
made no move to take it from her.

"Put it back on the hanger and put it on that hook over there," he
said pointing to a hook on the wall near the entrance to the alcove.
Her fingers were shaking terribly but somehow she managed to fumble
the garment back onto the hanger as she stood naked in front of them.
She had never in her life felt so exposed and naked.  Then she
realized that putting the hanger on the hook would place her naked
form right in the open door to the alcove.  Again, better to do it
quickly, she thought.  But just as she reached up to the hook, she
glanced into the store to see a man moving around a rack of clothes
right into her line of sight.  Much to his delight, he was presented
with a perfect view of her naked, lipstick enhanced body.  Katy
quickly jumped back into the cubicle and hurriedly put her
comfortable, safe clothes back on.  She felt intense humiliation.

When she finally screwed up the courage to emerge, Jack was still
there waiting for his frumpy wife.  Though fully clothed now, Katy
could not help blushing again as she passed him.

"Have a nice evening, miss," he said.  Katy didn't answer but went
quickly to find Josh.  He found her instead and handed her another
garment.  Katy examined it, grateful to see it was not another
see-through lingeree item.

"It's just like that one over there," Josh told her, pointing to a
skin tight knit dress displayed on a nearby mannequin.  "I guessed at
your size.  Is that right?"

Katy looked at the dress.  This was actually nice, she thought.
Perhaps a little more slinky than she was used to wearing but she had
the body for it so that was okay.  And the design was quite tasteful
too, solid gray, sleeveless for summer, and just above the knee.

"This is fine, master."  

"Good.  Pay for the dress and the lingeree and let's get going."

"Yes, master," she replied almost instinctively now.

After paying for the items, she followed Josh back through the mall.
He stopped near the food court.

"Katy, listen carefully.  Go into the ladies room over there and
change into the dress.  You can wear your sneakers too but nothing
else.  No underwear.  Also," and here he pulled out a small pocket
knife, "I want you to shorten the length.  I want you to make it a
very, very short skirt.  Got it?"

"Yes, master," she answered, very, very unhappily.

"If it's not short enough when you come out I'll make you go back in
and cut it some more, so do it right the first time otherwise we'll be
here all night."

"I understand, master."

"Good.  There's more.  Put on the collar and the leash too."

Katy's eyes grew wide.  Oh my God, she thought, not that.  But she
knew she had no choice.  She would have to obey.  Better to get it
over with and get out.  She was at least relieved that she had not
seen anyone she knew in the mall so far.  She hoped her luck would
hold now when she needed it most.

"Yes, master."  She took the bags and went into the ladies room,
emerging several minutes later into the food court, clutching the
shopping bag which now contained her own regular clothes.  She
realized that Josh must have had her change in that room because she
would then be forced to walk back through the most crowded section of
the mall.  All eyes seemed to be on her as she moved hastily past the
tables of mall diners.  This was almost worse than being naked in
front of the changing room guy, she thought.

She knew her outfit was horribly scandalous.  She had misjudged with
the knife, and had accidently cut the dress too short at the very
first attempt.  She had all she could do to pull it down far enough to
cover her butt and her pussy.  It was awful, she knew.  Besides that,
without a bra, her breasts happily jiggled and bounced under the
stretch fabric as she walked.  And as a final degradation, the leash,
hanging down in front by that repulsive black collar, knocked noisily
against her knees at each step.  She made quite a show as she made her
way through the crowd to rendezvous with Josh at the end of the food
court.  At one point she felt a large, heavy hand slip under her dress
and grab her naked butt.  Not looking back she pulled the dress down
and hurried on.

She was very relieved when she finally reached Josh.

"Please master, let's get out of here," she begged.

"Sure, since you asked so nicely.  It's time to go anyway.  Give me
the bag and let me look at you."  Josh smiled as he looked her over.
Grinning broadly, he said, "Well, Katy, we sure can't get that skirt
any short than that.  You did great.  One thing, though, those
sneakers just don't go good with that dress.  Better to go barefoot.
Take em off."

With great difficulty, Katy managed to untie the shoes and slip them
off without exposing herself as she stooped down.  She sort of
half-knelt, half-squatted and quickly untied the laces.  The leash
chain rattled loudly on the mall tiles and she could sense the stares
of the passersby as she struggled.  Finally her shoes were off and
Josh took them from her.

Okay, now let's go.  I'll carry the bags.  I want you to put your
hands behind your back as though they were handcuffed together.  Hold
your right wrist in your left hand.   Yes, that's good.  Now don't you
dare let your wrist go until I say so.  Understood?"

"Yes, master."

Josh then took up the end of the leash and to Katy's extreme
embarrassment pulled her out of the mall.  She could not bear to look
at the people as she walked.  She just hoped that no one would
recognize her.  She could feel the hem of the skirt ride up as she
walked.  Josh was walking so fast that she had to take long strides to
keep up and this made the hem move up more.  Several times she saw
from the corner of her eye a man or a boy looking at her crotch.  She
did not dare to look down but she guessed that she was very exposed
there.

Luckily they made it out of the mall without incident and were soon
back in her car.

"You did very well tonight, slave.  I'm happy," Josh told her.  He
said nothing else, though, as they drove toward his home.  Finally
they reached his neighborhood and he directed her to stop, as before,
near the little park at the end of his street.  It was almost 10pm.

"Tomorrow is Saturday.  I don't have school so we'll have all day
together.  I'll begin your slave training tomorrow.  Pick me up right
here at 8am.  No later.  When you get here I want you to have your
collar and leash on.  And also shorts and a t-shirt.  No underwear,
naturally.  When you sleep tonight, you will sleep naked except for
the collar and leash."

Josh got out of the car and told her to go home.

"But master.  You have all the bags, still.  My clothes and shoes are
in there.  I can't go into the house looking like this."

"You're right Katy.  You can take off the collar and leash.  Here's a
bag to carry them in.  The dress looks fine.  I'll keep your clothes.
Good night."

"Good night, master."  

Katy had learned many new things tonight.  One of these was an
awareness of how far her limits could be expanded.  She would learn
much more about her limits tomorrow, she guessed.

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