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I awoke hours later after dawn as I could see daylight seeping under the garage door. Not long after awakening, Cheryl came into the garage wearing a tube top and tight jeans. I still could not get over enjoying her beauty, despite the fact that she was my captor. Rita followed her into the garage, wearing nothing with the collar control in her hand.
I was taken into the house, where the wonderful smell of brewing coffee and breakfast being prepared started my stomach growling from hunger. They gave me some toast and butter to eat with some coffee. God, it tasted good and I felt strengthened somewhat. But misery was just around the corner as Rita said, "I think you ought to eat some cereal Bert, that will be good for you," she winked at Cheryl who stood by with a knowing smile.
Rita handed me a bowl of corn flakes and I silently noticed there was no milk in the bowl. I remembered that I was not allowed to speak so I hesitated in starting to eat. Rita knew exactly what she was doing, "Oh, I'm sorry Bert, you need some 'milk' don't you?" She took the bowl, still standing there naked, and pissed on the cornflakes. --I thought, "Oh no not again." - - - The flakes were placed in front of me and I was ordered to eat them. I was allowed to put some sugar on the piss soaked corn flakes and I managed to get them down without getting sick to my stomach.
The girls took great glee in showing me pictures they had taken of me. I looked at the bald headed, bald bodied, naked man and could barely see it was me. Cheryl said, "These were taken with a digital camera Bert, so I can send them to my friends on the internet," she laughed.
Rita got dressed and the girls announced it was time for me to endure more "punishment" for my male chauvinistic behavior. Cheryl took a lipstick and wrote on my body, front and back, "I'M HER SLAVE". We all got into the van and drove down the highway. I had no idea where we were going, all I knew was that I was at the total mercy of these two vengeful women who had further plans to torment me this day.
We drove into a large shopping mall and I got a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. Cheryl stopped and Rita got out saying, "OK, I'll check out this end of the mall for security and cops. I'll call you on the cell phone and let you know if the coast is clear."
Cheryl then drove around to the other side of the building to a loading dock area, got out of the van, locking it and went into the building. There I sat, hands bound behind me, hobbled and naked. A few minutes later, Cheryl came back out, got into the van and pulled it up to the loading area. She ordered me to get out of the van. I stood there wondering what was coming next. She put a chain from my bound hands, up through a loop in the electric collar and pulled it tight enough so it forced my head back and I was looking up at the sky. I could lower my head, but when I did it put a painful strain on my arms. Next, she attached a leash to the collar and led me toward the open door of the building.
I could not walk very well, as I was hobbled, "What-what are you doing to me now?" I couldn't keep from speaking, but she didn't activate the collar, she turned and slapped me across the face, "Shut up you shit slave ... I'm going to show you off to the people in the mall." OH MY GOD! SHE WAS TAKING ME INTO THE MALL... hundreds of people walking around shopping and soon would see me, a naked, bound slave being displayed like some bizarre animal! I was totally mortified.
We entered the back of a women's lingerie shop just as Cheryl's phone rang. It was Rita telling her that all was clear. Cheryl said, "Come B-e-r-t-y, let's show you off to the ladies in this shop and the mall." She jerked the leash and I was forced forward, into the shop where several women were shopping. Apparently, the woman running the shop knew what was about to happen because when we emerged from the back of the shop she looked up and started laughing.
The other women looked also ... one gasped and dropped her packages .... another read what was written on my chest and burst into laughter. Cheryl had stroked my dick in the back and the Viagra was still in my bloodstream, so I had a hard on despite my total humiliation.
Now Cheryl forced me toward the front door of the shop which led out into the hallway of the mall itself. I was to be displayed to those walking around out there. I had no choice but to toddle along. We stepped out into the hall and gasps were heard ... exclamations of "Oh my God." I saw some people turn away in disgust .... several women smiled, laughed and applauded when reading my chest. Teenage girls laughed uncontrollably saying they would like to do that to their boyfriends.
I was totally mortified, I "zoned out" and followed along with Cheryl jerking on the leash. The door to the lingerie shop was not far from the exit from the mall and we went outside and around the building, returning to the van. The girls had planned this entire scenario out to the last detail. We made our "appearance" in the mall and had gotten out so quickly, we were gone before police could be called, or arrive.
As we drove back toward the house, the girls were laughing and congratulating themselves for pulling the whole thing off. I later found out that Rita had taken a video of the whole thing at the mall.
I was told that if I said anything to the police about all this, or bothered either of the girls, the pictures would be spread all over the internet and a copy of the video would be sent to my boss and the resident manager of the apartments where I live.
I was being told all this as we drove along. We pulled off on a side road adjacent to the main highway. I was ordered out of the van, still wearing my choke collar. Rita stood by with the control in case I misbehaved. Cheryl took all the restraints off my body and took a rag and wiped off the writing she had put on me. "You look so stupid Bert, standing out here in the road without a stitch of clothes on. How are you going to explain your bald head, no eyebrows or eyelashes to your friends and co-workers?" She laughed as did Rita .... "Actually, we don't give a shit Bert." Cheryl handed me my cell phone and told me the rest of my stuff was in my apartment. She also told me she had gone inside and gotten a copy of my email addresses off my computer, so that if I made any fuss about all this, my email buddies would get pictures of my capture and walk through the mall.
"You have your cell phone Bert, I hope you can call someone to come get you.... bye, bye." She and Rita got in the van and drove away leaving me there in broad daylight. There I was, out in the middle of the road, a couple of hundred feet from the highway, naked and with just a cell phone.
Just as their van turned the corner on to the highway, another car came around the curve from the other direction. The driver had to have seen me as I dashed for the bushes on the side of the road. I squatted there wondering who I could call to come get me and I noticed the battery was very low and I probably had enough juice for just one call.
One could say this is the end of the story ..... or, could there be more?
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