AI art by me.

Story inspired by the comment of a reader.

“I just can’t believe what they think they can wear these days, Sir.” She told him quietly.

“Hmm.” He looked up from his laptop screen.

Her Sir loved to come here to write and also look at women he could nearly be their grandfather, but Dee didn’t mind. She knew Him and knew Him better than he knew Himself.

This mall was one of three they frequented during the week. Dee and her Sir would come and have a lunch while he wrote new stories or responded to comments on old ones. He also had correspondence with a couple of submissives and one slave. Again, Dee didn’t mind because she knew he had a large bucket for affirmation that needed constant care and filling.

He let her read everything, of course. She had to agree that his friendly submissives he talked with were actually interested in him and his welfare. It wasn’t hard to figure out why. He actually treated them all with respect which was a sadly lacking commodity in this time.

“Where, Love?” He asked her.

She nodded her head at the young woman in a plaid, schoolgirl skirt that was short enough to show the crescent moons of her bare bottom even as she stood still. The younger woman was with two males.

He looked over. “Are you objecting to the skirt?” His question betrayed his surprise.

“No, Sir. Of course, not.” She shook her head at him. “It’s her collar, Sir.”

He looked more closely. “Ah. I see what you mean.”

Sir understood Dee’s unhappiness, to put it mildly, with young women wearing actual BDSM accessories. The collar she had on was one that Dee had worn herself a while back. The black leather was thick enough that no one could doubt what it was, and if they did then the shiny, silver leash ring had to give it away.

“You can’t tell me those two males have any idea of what to do or how to treat a real submissive, not that she is one.” Dee went on.

Sir smiled affectionately at her. “How can you tell from here?”

She gave him a look because she knew full-well he could tell her, but she was a Good Girl, His Good Girl and he’d asked her a question.

“Her eyes, Sir. She stares too long into theirs with too much spirit and, well, brattiness.” She shrugged.

“Perhaps one of them just needs to give her a good spanking and she doesn’t know how to ask.” He offered.

Dee would have snorted but it wasn’t very ladylike. She’d been brought up to be a lady. Although, Dee knew her mother would faint dead away from what Dee had become. Her mother was already dead so fainting wouldn’t be an issue.

She had been a lady until this man beside her had changed all of that in a matter of weeks. As sh thought of those days again, her nipples awoke and rubbed against the inner cup of the leather corset she was wearing under her outwardly innocent-looking summer dress.

Looking down, she again checked to make sure she wasn’t showing too much cleavage. He frowned on her showing too much even if he did enjoy watching other boobies bouncing around. She knew it was because he was possessive of hers…well…his breasts. She loved that he was.

She had been Sir’s submissive for a few years before she’d finally accepted he was also her master. He tended to shy away from her calling him that, but she knew and that was all that mattered.

If He commanded her to stand and strip here and now: she would. She knew she would because he’d done that to her before but only several years prior. He wouldn’t do that to her now. His possessiveness had grown as had his and her age.

Oh, if she acted the brat in public, even here, she knew he’d have no qualms about spanking her on her bare bottom in full view of whoever was passing. The beautiful thing was she would never do that to him and they both knew it.

The phrase “a comofrtable old shoe” came to her mind but she wasn’t really happy with that comparison. She took care of herself. Things weren’t as flat as they used to be or rounded either but He didn’t mind. She knew he loved her with a strength and power that devastated her each time He….

“What are you thinking, Love? You’re flushing.” He grinned.

He knew damned well what she was thinking about the wicked bastard! However, he’d asked.

She whispered, “How you still make me tremble, giggle, and sob at the same time each time you fuck me, Sir.”

“Is that so?” He chuckled.

She tried to glare at him but it never worked because he knew she wasn’t truly mad at him. He loved to tease and torture her and she was happy to give him the illusion it was working.

“Are you saying you need attending to, Dear?” He asked.

She swallowed, knowing if she said yes then he’d do something about it and do it here and now. With experience, she’d learned she truly did have the power here. He could command and she’d obey, yes, but she could also express need and he’d fulfill it as if she’d commanded him. It was something not to use lightly or foolishly as some young women did these days.

“I was really not, Sir, but you know I will comply with whatever you wish to do to me.” She smiled softly at him. It was a open-ended invitation on purpose.

Just then a woman that she knew would be of interest to him walked by them. Her gait suggested she knew very well how she looked and her wardrobe was picked with care. This was a sophisticated woman who knew what she was and didn’t mind showing it.

“Sir?” She began.

“Married.” He replied without turning to look.

“How?” Dee asked.

He smiled at her. “She walked by earlier when you were disparaging the unfortunate fashion choices of two young women earlier.”

“Well, if they’are going to wear skirts that thin then either go thong or go commando, is that so hard?” She huffed.

“I fully agreed at the time, Dear.” He was looking at his screen again.

Even though he was male, he did have an annoyingly good way of multitasking as if he were female. It was obvious since he could comment to her and notice the availability or lack of it on a passing woman.

“How are the marks, Love?” He asked as he eyed her.

She shifted on the hard chair and winced only slightly. “Not bad, Sir. I thought they’d be worse. Perhaps you’re losing your touch?” She teased him.

His imperious eyebrow arose. “Are you questioning my crop abilities?”

“I would never do that, Master.” She poked him a little harder.

His eyes narrowed. “We will discuss that when we get home.”

“Yes, Master.” She bowed her head to him to hide her grin. He would now be thinking of her bound and bent over their huge bed as he most assuredly made deeper and harsher welts with the crop before he would then ride her tender bottom.

Her wetness began to pool a bit. It wasn’t as much as it used to be but that was a good thing since she went through pads a lot less often now. He’d originally been adamant about no panties or thongs. She’d gone along with it for a few years, of course.

Over time, she began to slowly introduce the idea of panties with little sayings or words on them like Daddy’s Girl, Slut, Spank Me, and a few others. Slowly, he’d come around to letting her wear those. Yes, it had meant it was another way he could embarrass the hell out of her in public. He’d done so but she still got to wear panties more often now.

“Thighs.” He spoke.

She’d responded before she couldn’t even register what he’d said. Her thighs parted for him. His right hand trailed up her thigh and she shivered as always.

“Sir?” She asked.

“Hmm?” He was reading something.

“Should…mmmm…should…I…do you wish me to be bare, Sir?” She finally got the words out.

“I think so, yes.” He murmured.

She nodded even though he wasn’t looking, or didn’t seem to be looking. “Yes, Sir. Should I get out..the ball, Sir?”

Another things time and experience had taught them was for her to carry with her two or three freshly wrapped jawbreakers. When Sir felt like…edging her in public as he seemed to be wanting to do now then she’d ask and pop one in her mouth to suck on and it was nearly as good as a ball-gag.

Sometimes he didn’t let her use one because he wanted to make it difficult on her but he was feeling generous today? Maybe? She opened her small purse, unwrapped the multicolored ball and popped it in her mouth.

Reaching with practiced ease, her hands slid up her outer thighs to her hips. Her eyes trained on somewhere distant so no one would notice her concentrating on her motions. The little Slut panties slid off easily and began to drop. Her foot came up to stop them from hitting the floor.

Dee reached down like she was scratching something and divested her foot of the underwear. “Did you wish it, Sir?” She asked.

“Not now.” He responded.

“Yes, Sir.” She fisted it into a small cloth lump and put it in her purse.

“Ready, Sir.” She told him.

“Good girl, Dee.” He smiled at her and stared into her eyes.

She shivered. “My pleasure, Sir.”

“Not yet.” He smiled and his fingers began to trail up to her closely trimmed pubic hairs. The man did like to pet and she made sure to take care of things so he was always happy when he pet her.

“Scoot closer, Dee.” He told her.

Her heart skipped a beat. It meant he wanted better access. Was he going to finger her here? She wondered what had brought this on? She could ask and he would tell her but she knew he’d prefer she waited to ask so she did.

Her mind began to lose the ability to think clearly as he played with her. Over the years, he had a mental map of her whole body and knew with precision where to touch, where to spank, where to pinch, etc. She would just sit back, lay back, be bound back and enjoy what he did to her. She was his toy…given to him freely by her own doing.

The sounds of the mall began to disappear as if she were using those fancy AirPods with their noise-cancellation, but it was just her focus was now only on her clit and her labia as he began his work of torture.

She used no words. She wasn’t allowed at times like this. She could whimper and moan softly to show when she was getting close and begging him to let her come. She began to sing to him now.

His soft smile as he continued to read whatever it was while he edged her made her happy to see even as the torture began to be intense. He edged her three times in total and it was getting hard not to show how ragged her breathing was afterwards.

He stopped reading to look at her. “Yes?” He asked.

She gave him a tight smile and nodded. He was being kind and asking her permission to fuck her outright this time. She moved her hands to cradle his as he moved between her thighs still. Her eyes sought his in question.

He nodded.

He’d given her permission to hold onto him which would help her immensely. The things they’d learned about each other through there relationship. She held onto his wrist as he entered her and began to plunge deeper and with a faster rhythm.

“Eyes.” He told her.

She looked into his so he could see the exact moment she came and was totally opened to him. He loved that part and so did she. It was here that their souls became one. Dee bit her lower lip to signal it was starting. He smiled in respose and went faster to help her.

Her whole body trembled in the chair, in the middle of the food court, in the middle of the mall as her Sir and Master fucked her into a quivering pool of submissiveness. She was his…that was all she needed to know. He saw it in her eyes as she finally broke through and let out a long, slow, low-octave keening noise.

Her mind was becoming more focused now and she began again to wonder what had brought this on since he hadn’t done this to her in public for nearly three or four years now. What was…oh.

She turned to him. “You recognized that collar, didn’t you, Sir?”

He grinned. “I did. It was the same kind when I first used a leash with you in public. Do you remember?”

Did she remember? Of course, she did. It had been at a party or gala of kinksters in Las Vegas. She was thirty-four and he was just into his fifties then. She strutted in next to nothing on his leash and walking before him so he got to see her wiggle for him.

“Of course, I do, Sir. I could never forget that time or any of the others. We’ve done a lot of things, Sir, but I do remember them all.” She assured him, still slightly out of breath.

Dee did something she didn’t normally do either. She took his hand in hers and lifted it above the table to her lips where she began to slowly lick and suck each finger off that he’d been using.

His eyes glowed as she did so and she knew they wouldn’t be staying at the mall much longer. Good. The InstaPot stew she’d put together should be ready in time after her whipping and subsequent anal fucking by him. It was her job to arrange and organize such things and she was damned good at it.

Dee heard some soft laughter from nearby and saw the young woman with the collar watching them and giggling at her antics with him. Dee just stopped, smiled at the girl, and slowly winked. She then touched her own neck which had a much more understated collar on it.

The young woman hadn’t seen it but did now. Her eyes went wide and she looked over at Sir then back to Dee. Dee nodded slowly and raised one eyebrow. The girl didn’t laugh now. She looked more than a little jealous as her two male friends had no clue what was going on and wouldn’t for several more years, if they ever did.

“Sir?” Dee murmured as she kissed the inside of his palm.

“Yes, Love?” He asked.

“I’m so glad we’re not young anymore.” She expressed and had many other times. They both loved the song from “Gigi.”

“Me, too. I think it’s time to go.” He closed his laptop. “We have some things to discuss when we get home, don’t we?”

Dee looked down contritely. “Yes, Sir. We do. I’m sorry I teased you.”

He laughed. “Like hell you are. I know what you’re about. You think the stew will be ready when I’m done with you?”

“Well.” She rose and feeling a little fiesty replied, “if I’m still able to walk then I’ll check on it and serve you as always, my wicked old master.”

It was an automatic response. His hand smacked her bottom sharply and she yipped a little. It wasn’t that surprising. Dee chanced a glance at the young woman and saw the wistful look in her eyes.

Yes, Dee was very glad to be where and when she was.