Jane's Toy...

FOURTEEN

With Marie watching, bidding farewell I was directed out into the Mall again. I felt the weight of the leather harness that had been buckled onto me, affixed at the back and shoulders with straps and a leash that dangled behind and was held by my captress, Jane. too, she held the long leather cord that was tied about my throat; a true leash that I imagined was organic and 'shrinkable' as per the scientist Monique's instructions.

It was well into the afternoon now as the Giantess Jane flicked my reins to get me moving. I was carrying all of her purchases; things from the pet shop as well as other bags from various stores in the Mall. they were heavy all together, especially for my undersized muscles and frame, but I staggered on under the weight, my feet screaming in the too tight leather shoes that the women had forced me to wear.

I felt the fool walking through the packed Mall. It was just after Christmas, and the place was bustling with shoppers looking for end of the year/ after Holiday savings. I was bumped and almost trampled many times as I moved at Jane's directions, heading I hoped for an exit somewhere in the unseen distance. I heard the sound of Muzak echoing in the background, low and dull and almost lost in the constant drone of the shoppers. I was starting to sweat in my dress as the heat in the place was cranked high.

I tried to ignore the stares that I got as we walked. I knew that despite the dress and shoes, and even the barrette in my hair that it had to be obvious that I was male, if not a man. People turned to stare as we walked, and as far as I could tell, Jane was either ignoring or oblivious to my plight. After a time I started to hear whispers, and I saw people pointing at me.

The whispers eventually became louder, and some braver souls started to follow, just to see what was happening. I was burning a bright red by then, dragging and fatigued from the heavy packages. I could barely breathe due to the pacifier lodged in my mouth and the snot clogging my nose from my tearful snuffling. My eyes were wide as I shuffled through the Mall, wide and glassy and full of tears.

"Faggot!" someone said as we passed on. I didn't see who.

"...being punished." I caught the last half of a sentence. "Good for her."

"...sure it's a boy," some woman said with a barely concealed giggle.

I hung my head and shuffled on.

I was never so happy in a long time when we finally exited the Mall. Jane flicked the reins and tugged to get me going in the direction of her car and I complied without the slightest resistance. I just wanted this over and done. I quickened my pace, ignoring the people we passed, their stares and comments all through the parking lot until we finally arrived at Jane's car.

I was freezing now. It was winter and cold, and there was a stiff wind blowing up under my dress. I shivered as I waited for Jane to open the back hatch of her car for me to deposit the packages that I had been carrying. She took her time, smiling all the while. She knew I was cold and embarrassed and was loving it.

Finally she got the hatch open. "Set my things inside," she ordered and I did, happy to do so, as they were getting way to heavy for my tiny muscles. After I had loaded the last bag and shoved it in tight I felt a slash of leather on the back of my naked legs. I yelped into the dummy-gag, jumping at the unexpected pain. it was unexpected, and stung like hell.

"Now you," she commanded, pointing to a tiny spot that was not filled with packages. "Right there."

I looked at the space, then turned back to her. I could fit, but only by curling into a ball. There was plenty of room up front. Why was she doing this. I pleaded with wide eyes. Jane lashed the leather of both leads across my bare thighs, making me yelp and jump again.

"In!"

I clambered into the back of the SUV, squeezing into the small space and twisting about. Jane grabbed my arm and threw me over onto my belly. I moaned into my gag as she roughly pulled my arms back and tied my wrists with the dangling leather cord of my collar, then drew my ankles up and bound them as well, effectively hog-tying me to the end tether of my leash. I could barely breathe as I squirmed in the small space, whining into the dummy gag as she rolled me over again onto my side.

"Be quiet," you command as you lean in and over me. I see your breasts swell in your tight sweater as your long coat opens when you shift bags about me. "We'll be home soon," you assure, your hand sliding under my skirt and tweaking my engorged penis briefly. I writhe at the pressure of your touch, and you giggle, stepping back.

You slam the hatch on the SUV and leave me alone. Soon I hear your car door open and close. The engine starts and the radio goes on. We start to move and I shift, trying to get comfortable for the ride home...