In that case, the saga continues:

On Saturday morning, I woke before Master and quietly slipped from our bed. I applied more aloe on my thighs first thing. There were still some pretty visible red welts and the bruising had darkened over night. I felt stiff, like I had been running for a long distance, but overall, I was pleasantly surprised that I was not in more pain.

I headed downstairs and put the coffee on, having decided to surprise Master with breakfast in bed. I didn’t quite get that far as he awakened before I was done and called me into the living room while the omelette was cooking. He directed me to draw my second set of slips – flash stranger, 115, nipples, transit. We laughed out loud, joking about flashing my nipples for close to 2 hours. He put the slips aside and we went back to the kitchen where I finished up breakfast.

I was permitted an hour of free time after I cleaned the breakfast mess and I used it to check my messages and play online. Master came up behind me towards the end of that hour and had one of the boxes in his hand. He put it in front of me and told me to draw again. I drew call control and showed him the slip. He kissed the top of my head as he walked away, granting me another hour of free time but telling me that at the end of that hour, I needed to be ready to run our errands for the day and dressed ‘appropriately’. I knew that he didn’t mean appropriately for the weather!

I set about getting myself ready. As any girl can tell you, choosing the perfect outfit is really hard! Before I was done, I had pulled many different combinations out of my closet, put them on, rejected them and tried again. I finally settled on white lace panties and matching bra set, a white button up fitted shirt and a chocolate brown mini skirt that I really liked. This was something I often wore to work – professional and business-like, not slutty at all but I knew that Master liked it too because he knew what I was really like under this presented image. I finished it off with a pair of skin colour thigh highs and my brown ankle boots with a 3” heel. I even twisted my hair up into a loose bun, completing my work look. I carefully applied my make up keeping with the same trend and I was ready to go.

I went downstairs to wait for Master in the living room. I stood as he entered the room, and smoothed my skirt, stepping forward for his inspection and approval. He took my hair down so that my blonde curls tumbled freely over my shoulders and of course, I should have known, he removed my panties before declaring we were ready to leave.
Just before we left Master had me draw another set of cards, my second of 6. I drew masturbate no orgasm, 25, back of knees, basement.

In the truck Master explained to me what we were going to do. Because I had drawn transit, instead of driving to the mall to do our errands, we were going to take the train. And I was to expose myself to the person of his choice while we were on the way to the mall. He also mentioned that we would be spending just under two hours at the mall and during that time he would be following behind me as I shopped and at his whim, he would call me on my cell phone with his next instruction thus implementing the call control slip I had drawn. He said that he would figure out a way to include my nipples as we went. I nodded that I understood the instructions and despite myself I was wet just thinking about him commanding me in public. It’s not something that we do very often.

Master stepped onto the train behind me and indicated a seat just inside the door. On the train there are rows of seats similar to a bus and in some sections there are two seats that face each other with a wider space in between, where wheelchairs can fit. Master had me sit in one of those seats, facing a row of 3 people across from me – one elderly lady who appeared to be sleeping and two young boys that I would guess were around 17 or so. He continued past me and settled into a seat a few rows away. I undid my long jacket and settled into the seat with my nerves running on high as I tried to check out the two young males.

It was easy to look them over; they weren’t paying much attention to me. They looked to be rough and tumble sort of types – one with a Mohawk and combats on and the other with ripped jeans and a lot of tattoos. The one on my left glanced at me as the train started up and sped on its way. I am fairly certain that I blushed, knowing what was to come. We had three stops to the mall. I squirmed nervously in my seat and waited. Master did not keep me waiting long. Before we barely out of the station, my phone rang. “Hello,” I answered it, trying to sound as normal as I could despite my racing heart. It was Master. I knew it would be. “Ready kitten?” he asked quietly, “I want you to slide forward in the seat so your ass is right on the edge. Make sure that your skirt rides up as you do that. I want you to cross and uncross your legs….very slowly…make sure that you spread your legs wide when you uncross them. Keep them spread until those horny little boys have had an eyeful. Do it now, princess…”

I am sure that my face must have been burning red as I listened to him breathily explain what he wanted me to do. My eyes sought out his and I could see the excitement in him from here. With a bit of a jolt I realized that he was enjoying this! He wanted me to show my pussy off for these two young men. I swallowed nervously and cleared my throat and then looked back at the guys, who were busy talking to each other, paying absolutely no attention to me. I slid forwards on the seat and used my hands to help adjust my skirt so that it rode high up on my thighs. More heat rushed to my face as I noticed my bruises from the night before showing through my stockings. When I was at the edge of the seat, I cleared my throat again, as I tried to gain the attention of the guys so that this could be quick. I had no such luck. I glanced back at Master uncertainly but he just nodded. Slowly, as he had instructed, I uncrossed my legs and set both my feet on the floor of the train. There was no indication that the boys even knew I had moved. We came to the first stop before I could do anything more.

At first, I panicked thinking to myself, oh no, what if they get off here? But they didn’t. The train was getting busier and about 5 more people boarded. A man of about 40 sat down at the other end of my bench but other than that, it was still just the two guys and the old lady in my general vicinity. The train started moving again. I knew that I was going to have to do something to get the attention of the boys who were still engrossed in their cuss-filled conversation. Fiddling with my purse I smiled as my fingers closed around my chapstick and I drew it out. Purposely, I caught it on the edge of my purse and let it fall from my fingertips to the floor before me. “Oops,” I said out loud and leaned forward on the seat to reach for it. I opened my legs wide as I reached down between them and retrieved the lip balm from the floor. I kept my head bowed as I slowly rose back into sitting position, watching the boys from beneath my bangs. The boy on the right looked at me again and I had to bite my lip to keep from smiling as I saw him do a double take and turn his head back to look at me. He elbowed his friend, who in turn caught his first glimpse of me. “Holy shit!” the one on the right exclaimed as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Hey lady, do you feel a draft?” They burst out laughing at his apparent humour. I pushed myself back on the bench, pulled my skirt down and then re-crossed my legs as we pulled into the second stop.

At the third stop, I stood and moved to the exit door so that I could get off the train. The doors were right beside the two boys and as I stood there, I could feel their eyes on me. When the train stopped and the doors opened I stepped off with as much dignity as I could muster. Master was close behind me. I looked at him, wondering if he was pleased with how I had completed that task. I’m sure he could see the question in my eyes but he didn’t say anything. He just put his hand on the small of back and guided me towards the mall entrance. “Master?” I whispered, wanting to ask…“Not a word from you, anonymous,” he warned. “The only words you speak during this trip will be either to answer a direct question from me or a salesperson unless I tell you otherwise. Understand?” I nodded. “Good girl,” he smiled at me as he patted my ass, “Now, get going.”