The Mall_(0)

The Mall

My new Master has decided to prepare me for an outing. This will be our first. It is a Saturday, and we are going to the shopping mall in the city. He has asked me to prepare for him to dress me. I shower and perfume myself and apply my makeup, and my long black wavy luxurious hair is fresh and clean. Per his directions I return to the bedroom to be dressed.

He hands me a pair of lovely nylon stockings with lace tops and seams down the back. They are the kind that stay on with no garters. I sit on the bed and begin to carefully put them on.

Next, I am given a pink lace under-wire push-up bra. My size 36F is hard to fit. This will make my large breasts stand out even more. I cringe at the thought of publicly drawing more attention to them, but I am afraid to disobey my new Master, and so I put it on as well.

He then hands me a leather mini-skirt, which zips up in the back. I step into it and pull it up, but I turn and wait for him to help me zip it since it is so incredibly tight. It is a bit uncomfortable against my bare skin, and I am still hoping he has just forgotten to hand me my panties…

He then hands me a long-sleeved, pink angora sweater with a plunging v-neck and lovely pink pearl buttons down the front. I put this on also. Next he hands me the shoes. Lovely new black patent-leather stiletto heals, that appear to be about 5 inches high. I step into them obediently. They have very sexy ankle straps which he encloses around my slender legs just above the ankle. He then hands me a heavy, warm black woolen blazer. I am grateful, since it is mid-January. I place it on and step in front of the full-length mirror.

Oh! The effect is too dramatic. I am all legs and tits. The lace tops of my stockings are just visible from under my skin-tight leather skirt. And the black jacket, which is at least a size too small does not even cover my overly accentuated tits in the push-up bra and bulky pink sweater. I look like a total slut. “Oh, Master! I can’t leave the house this way! You know how conservative I am, and I don’t dare to dress this way in public!”

He simply gives me a look that seems to go right through me and says, “You shall do exactly as I say.”

I am horrified. I am frightened and hoping at least that he will stick by me every minute, being dressed the way I am.