Maid For the Mall (Arc 3 of the Taylor Maid Stories) (Part 6 posted 5/19)

[Bucket]

Loving the back to back chapters being released so quickly. You're on a roll!

[jastes22]

I had never thought of the mall as being particularly big. We weren’t a small town, not really, but it was nothing like the massive strip malls in the cities hours away. Yet at that moment, walking into it topless with Caroline dragging me by my leash, the public space felt cavernous — an endless, brightly lit nightmare stretching out in every direction.

The automatic doors closed behind us with a final, indifferent hiss. Cool, recycled air rushed over my bare breasts and stomach, making my already-tight nipples stiffen even further into aching peaks. Sound echoed off the high walls and tiled floors in a disorienting roar. The rich smell of fresh coffee from the kiosk near the entrance mixed with greasy food court aromas and the sickly-sweet scent of candy shops, all of it crashing over me in nauseating waves that turned my stomach into a churning mess.

My thoughts scattered like startled birds. Shoes. Where are my shoes? I realized with a sick lurch that I was completely barefoot. My shoes had been taken from me ages ago in Claire’s backyard, along with every last scrap of dignity. My bare toes, still painted with cracked, chipped blue nail polish, glistened under the harsh lights as they slid across the dirty, sticky floor. Old soda stains, crumbs, and God-knows-what-else clung to my soles with every reluctant step. The filth made my skin crawl almost as much as the eyes now turning toward me.

My name is Taylor Heath, and I’m a good—

Caroline’s hand slid upward from my lower back to squeeze my left shoulder. The possessive touch ignited my skin like a live wire, sending violent sparks racing across every nerve and straight down to my core. My pussy clenched hard against the soaked thong.

“Head up, pet,” she murmured sweetly, her thumb brushing the side of my breast as she corrected my posture. “Good girls don’t slouch.”

A soft, humiliated whimper escaped my lips, but I forced my chin up. The mall was crowded — exactly as I had feared on a Friday night. Shoppers moved in every direction. Families with kids. Teenagers laughing in packs. Couples on dates. Elderly couples walking slowly. All of them suddenly noticing the topless girl on a leash.

The noise died in waves.

The first group — three college guys carrying pretzels — froze mid-step. One nearly dropped his food. Their eyes widened, raking shamelessly over my bare breasts, the black collar, the fluffy tail, and finally up to my burning, tear-streaked face. Recognition flickered in one of their expressions. My stomach twisted violently. Do they know me? From a meet? From social media?

Then the silence shattered into whispers. Giggling. Phones sliding out of pockets with horrifying speed.

I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut. I wanted to freeze. I wanted to bolt and never stop running. My legs felt weak, my bare feet sticking to the grimy floor. But Caroline’s warning burned in my ears.

Her fingers trailed down my ribs, brushing the sensitive skin just beneath my breast. Another crackling jolt raced through me, making my heavy tits jiggle noticeably. “Even think about trying to escape…” she whispered, her fingertips slipping under the waistband of my tiny thong and tugging it forward for a moment. Cool air kissed my soaked, exposed pussy. “And you lose these too. Understood?”

I nodded frantically, biting my lower lip hard enough to taste blood. I didn’t trust my voice. My thoughts were fracturing — phones, so many phones, everyone’s recording, this is forever, my parents, my coach, scouts, everything gone — while my body betrayed me with another rush of shameful wetness.

We kept moving.

It always came in waves. The noise would swell around us, then die into terrible, ringing silence as another cluster of people spotted the topless, collared girl being led like a pet. Their eyes drank me in — my bouncing breasts, my hard nipples, the way the fluffy tail swayed obscenely behind me with every step. Then the whispers and giggles would erupt again, sharp and furious. Phones were everywhere. Flashes. Videos.

No. No no no. There was no way this didn’t get out. Unlike the locker room or even Claire’s party, Caroline had no power here. She couldn’t control strangers. She couldn’t enforce any “no sharing” rule. These photos and videos would spread like wildfire. My life — my future, my swimming career, my reputation — would be destroyed forever.

I nearly turned to her right there in the middle of the corridor. Take the panties. Give me the blindfold instead. Anything to hide my face. Anything to become an anonymous naked slut rather than Taylor Heath on full display. But I knew better. If I tried to negotiate now, she would claim I wasn’t grateful, and simply rip the thong away and parade me completely naked anyway. No blindfold to protect what little remained of my identity. I had chosen this. I had to endure it on her terms.

Caroline’s hand never left me for long. She would stroke my shoulder, trail her fingers possessively along my ribs, or casually brush the side of my breast — each touch keeping my hypersensitive skin crackling and burning, my mind teetering on the edge of total breakdown. Every graze made my pussy throb and leak fresh wetness into the pathetic thong. My bare feet stuck to the filthy floor with every step, a constant degrading reminder of how low I had fallen.

My name is Taylor Heath… and I’m a good girl.

The words felt like a cruel joke now. Because Taylor Heath was walking barefoot and topless through the crowded mall on a leash, tits bouncing for everyone to see, while her tormentor casually played with her oversensitive body like a favorite toy.

My thoughts kept splintering. One second I was hyper-aware of the sticky grime between my toes. The next I was imagining my coach opening a video of this. Then I was focused on how my nipples ached under the bright lights. Then the whispers. Then Caroline’s fingers circling my areola again, sending another lightning bolt of unwanted pleasure through me.
I was losing myself.
Suddenly, Caroline’s hand pressed firmly against my lower back, right where my spine met the curve of my ass, guiding me with purpose. Her other hand held the leash taut. I followed obediently, too scattered to resist. A small crowd had started forming behind us, but the rest of the mall hadn’t yet caught on to the commotion. It was only a matter of minutes.

She steered me away from the bright, crowded main corridor toward a quieter, shadier wing I had rarely noticed before. The lighting grew dimmer. The stores here looked older, with half-lit signs and dusty paint. Fewer families. More lone men and couples who walked with purpose. This was a place you had to seek out.

My bare feet dragged against the slightly less sticky floor as we approached a shop painted in a deep, faded red that might once have been purple. The windows were tinted. A small, discreet sign hung above the door. I barely recognized it — I had only glanced at it once during a post-meet trip with the swim team, quickly looking away in embarrassment.

My heart slammed against my ribs. No. Not here. Please not here.

But Caroline didn’t hesitate. She pushed open the door, the bell above it ringing sharp and jarring in the relative quiet. I stumbled in behind her, the scent of incense, rubber, and something faintly smoky hitting me immediately.

The cool air inside felt even more exposing on my bare skin. My nipples tightened painfully. I stood there, leashed and trembling, trying to process the shelves lined with toys, lingerie, and videos I didn’t want to look at.

A woman in her mid-thirties stepped up behind the counter. She took one slow look at me — barefoot, topless, collared, tail swaying, cheeks flushed crimson — and her lips curved into a knowing smirk. Her eyes ran appreciatively up and down my bare torso before she turned to Caroline.

“What can I help you with today?” she asked, voice smooth and amused.

Caroline grinned, giving my leash a light tug that made my breasts jiggle. Her free hand stroked possessively down my spine, sending another crackling wave of overstimulation through my body.

“I need some toys for my pet,” she said with a light giggle. “We’re going on a bit of an adventure.”

[Hooked6]

Another marvelous chapter! My heart races upon reading every word. I can just imagine seeing Taylor in her pet outfit in the mall and I can easily feel her emotions and sensations as she reacts to her situation such is the skill in your writing technique.

Hooked6

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[jastes22]

Another marvelous chapter! My heart races upon reading every word. I can just imagine seeing Taylor in her pet outfit in the mall and I can easily feel her emotions and sensations as she reacts to her situation such is the skill in your writing technique.

Hooked6

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Thanks!

[jastes22]

The woman behind the counter, whose nametag read “Sandy,” looked me up and down again with slow, appraising interest. Her eyes settled on my barely-covered crotch. I could feel how swollen my pussy had become — the thin white thong was soaked dark and clinging obscenely to every fold, offering almost no modesty. My skin prickled under her gaze. I resisted the powerful urge to press my thighs together or cover myself with my cuffed hands, my fingers twitching uselessly in front of me.

“Of course,” Sandy said, a hint of amusement in her voice. She was nearly ten years older than me, professional and composed in her black top, which only made my naked vulnerability feel sharper. “Do you have anything in mind?”

Caroline giggled softly and gave my leash a playful tug. Her fingers slipped boldly under the waistband of my tiny thong. A sharp inhale caught in my throat as her fingernails scraped lightly over my swollen clit, teasing in slow, deliberate circles. My hips jerked forward involuntarily. Heat flooded my face in a violent blush that spread down my neck and across my bare chest. My nipples tightened into aching points under the store’s cool air.

The tail plug inside me suddenly felt heavier again, a thick, constant fullness that I had almost managed to push into the background until this new stimulation made every nerve sing. The thought of yet another toy penetrating me made my stomach flutter with dizzy nausea.

Sandy grinned, clearly enjoying the show. “Right this way.”

She led Caroline — who kept my leash short — toward a long wall lined with an overwhelming assortment of toys. My bare feet stuck slightly to the floor as I followed, toes curling against the cool tile. Long, thick dildos. Short, curved vibrators. Glossy black wands. Bright pink rabbits. My eyes darted frantically across the display, each one triggering a fresh wave of dread as my mind helplessly imagined how they would stretch and fill me. Some looked punishingly large. Others looked deceptively innocent. All of them made my breathing turn shallow and ragged.

Caroline’s free hand stroked slowly down my bare spine, her touch igniting another crackling burst of overstimulation across my hypersensitive skin. I trembled visibly, a soft whimper slipping past my lips.

“This one,” Caroline announced brightly. She plucked a bright pink egg vibrator from the shelf. It looked deceptively small in her palm, but I knew it would feel massive once inside me — smooth, heavy, and relentless.

My heart hammered wildly. I shifted my weight from one bare foot to the other, the fluffy tail brushing against the backs of my thighs.

Without ceremony, Caroline hooked her fingers into my thong and tugged it down just enough to expose me. Cool store air kissed my dripping pussy. I froze, cheeks burning, as Sandy watched with open curiosity. Caroline pressed the smooth pink egg against my entrance, rubbing it up and down my slick folds to coat it. My thighs quivered. A broken, breathy sound escaped me.

Then she pushed.

The egg stretched me open in one slow, firm glide. My inner walls clenched around the sudden intrusion, fluttering helplessly as it settled deep inside. The fullness joined the thick tail plug already buried in my ass, leaving me impossibly stuffed. Caroline used two fingers to push it even deeper until it nestled firmly against that sensitive spot. My knees nearly buckled. Fresh slickness leaked down my inner thigh.

She pulled my thong back into place, trapping the toy inside me.

“Good girl,” Caroline purred, giving my leash a gentle tug while her other hand casually cupped one of my bare breasts, thumb brushing my nipple. “Now let’s see how well you behave with a little extra motivation.”

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small black remote. My stomach tightened. My bare toes curled hard against the cool tile floor.

Caroline’s thumb pressed the button.

The egg buzzed to life inside me — low at first, then steadily building. A deep, relentless vibration hummed against that sensitive spot, sending powerful waves of unwanted pleasure radiating through my core. My whole body jolted. A sharp gasp tore from my throat as my hips twitched forward involuntarily. Heat flooded my face and chest in a violent blush. My nipples stiffened painfully under the store lights.

I tried to stay still. My fingers trembled in front of me, cuffed and useless. My thighs pressed together instinctively, but it only made the vibrations press harder. Another crackling wave of overstimulation raced across my skin as Caroline’s hand slid down my back, stroking possessively over the curve of my ass right above the tail plug. My breathing turned shallow and ragged. A soft, humiliating whimper slipped out before I could swallow it.

Sandy leaned against the counter, watching with clear amusement. “She’s a sensitive one,” she commented lightly.

Caroline laughed and turned the vibration up another notch. The egg pulsed stronger, deeper. My pussy clenched hard around it, the soaked thong doing nothing to hide the way my body was reacting. My heavy breasts rose and fell rapidly with each frantic breath. The fluffy tail swayed behind me as my hips gave another involuntary little rock. Fresh wetness trickled down my inner thigh, visible now in the store lighting.

“Perfect,” Caroline murmured, pleased. Her fingers trailed up my ribs and brushed the underside of my left breast again, sending another electric jolt straight to my throbbing clit. “Let’s keep shopping while you get used to it.”

She gave the leash a tug and led me further down the aisle, the vibrations never letting up. My bare feet moved unsteadily across the floor, each step making the egg and tail plug shift together inside me in a devastating rhythm. My skin felt fever-hot. Every casual touch from Caroline — her hand on my shoulder, her fingers grazing my hip — made me flinch and tremble harder.

We stopped in front of a display of crops, paddles, and riding whips. Caroline picked up a sleek black crop, testing its flexibility with a sharp swish through the air. The sound made my stomach clench. She ran the leather tip slowly down my bare stomach, then tapped it lightly against the side of my breast. I flinched, a broken moan escaping as the vibrator continued its merciless work.

“And over here,” Sandy said, gesturing to the next section, “we have some nice harness gags. Perfect for a chatty little pet who needs to stay quiet in public.”

Caroline’s eyes lit up. She pulled me closer, the leash forcing me to shuffle forward on shaky legs. The vibrations pulsed steadily inside me as I stared at the array of leather straps, ball gags, and bit gags. My mind felt hazy, scattered between the relentless buzzing in my pussy, the heavy fullness in my ass, and the terrifying reality of what Caroline might choose next.

She reached out and lifted a harness gag with a bright red ball, turning it thoughtfully in her hands while her other hand gave my right nipple a slow, possessive pinch.

My knees trembled harder. Another helpless whimper filled the quiet store.

[Bucket]

Well, just caught up after waiting for a few chapters, and DAMN this just keeps getting better and better! Loving this. Can't wait for the next chapter.

[jastes22]

“Hmm…” Caroline said to Sandy, her fingers still twisting my nipple just enough to be uncomfortable. She wasn’t trying to make it painful, but the steady pressure sent crackling sparks racing across my breast and down between my legs. My nipple throbbed under her fingers. My bare toes curled hard against the cool tile floor as my hips gave a tiny, involuntary twitch.

“Tempting,” Caroline continued lightly, “but I want to be able to hear my pet beg for her punishments.”

A visible shiver rolled through my shoulders. My breathing grew shallower, chest rising and falling rapidly enough to make my heavy breasts sway. The vibrator hummed steadily inside me, its low buzz pressing relentlessly against that sensitive spot with every heartbeat.
Caroline’s fingers finally retreated. The sudden loss of her warm grip left my nipple aching and exposed in the cool store air. I gasped softly, cheeks burning hotter as the full reality of standing topless in a public shop crashed over me again.

The bell above the door rang. More people were coming in. Drawn, it seemed, by the growing spectacle near the back of the store. Sandy excused herself with a knowing smile to greet the newcomers. I stood there trembling, painfully aware that my body — bare breasts, hard nipples, soaked thong, fluffy tail — was serving as living advertisement for the shop. My skin prickled everywhere.

Caroline gave my leash a firm tug. I stumbled forward on shaky legs. My heavy breasts bounced noticeably with each unsteady step, nipples tingling in the open air. The egg vibrator shifted inside me, sending fresh ripples of unwanted pleasure through my core. My tiny thong clung wetly to my swollen folds, the fabric dark with arousal. Every movement made the thick tail plug in my ass press deeper, the dual fullness leaving me dizzy and overstimulated.

She stopped in front of a display of impact toys. After a moment of browsing, Caroline reached out and selected a long, braided black flogger. Dozens of thin red and black strands dangled from the handle. My stomach tightened visibly.
She hooked two fingers into the front of my collar and pulled my face upward. My throat moved in a hard swallow. My eyes darted around, unable to hold her gaze for long.

“You will obey me, pet,” she said softly, voice carrying just enough for the small crowd now forming. “And you will take everything I give you. Understand?”

My voice came out small and trembling. “Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

My thighs pressed together instinctively as the vibrator hummed stronger for a moment. “Yes… I will take everything you give me.”

“You will obey me.”

“I will obey you.”

“You are my pet.”

“I am your pet.” The words came easily. Naturally, like it was the only correct thing in the world.

“Pets deserve to be punished.”

“Pets…” I swallowed, my eyes flickering to the whip in her hands. “...deserve to be punished.”

Caroline grinned, pleased. Her fingers crawled slowly down my bare back, nails grazing my spine. My back arched sharply at the crackling touch, pushing my breasts forward. A broken whimper slipped from my parted lips before I could stop it.

“Good girl.” She leaned in close, breath warm against my ear. “Make one sound louder than a whimper, and I drop your panties right here. In front of everyone. Understood?”

I didn’t trust myself to speak, and instead just nodded my head feverishly. I couldn’t afford to get on her bad side. Complete submission was the only answer.

Her finger slipped beneath the front of my thong, adjusting the buzzing egg and dragging slowly across my slick, swollen clit. My knees buckled slightly. A desperate, needy sound tried to rise in my throat but I choked it down, biting my lower lip hard. My whole body trembled. Fresh wetness coated her finger.

“Mmm…” Caroline pulled her hand back and licked her finger clean, eyes never leaving mine. “I sincerely hope you enjoy this.”

She guided me toward the center of the shop where Sandy had quietly arranged the growing cluster of customers into a loose circle. Eyes everywhere — curious, hungry, shocked. Phones were already out. My skin burned under their stares. The fluffy tail swayed with every tiny shift of my weight, the plug and vibrator working together in devastating harmony.

Caroline dragged the soft strands of the flogger slowly up the back of my left leg. The leather tails whispered over my skin, sending sharp electric shocks racing upward to my dripping core. My thighs quivered violently. Another crackling wave rolled across my hypersensitive body as the vibrator pulsed steadily inside me. My nipples ached. My breathing came in short, shallow pants that made my bare breasts rise and fall for the entire circle to see.

She circled me slowly, letting the strands trail across my ribs, then lightly over the curve of my right breast. I flinched hard, a tiny choked whimper escaping despite my best efforts. My shoulders hunched. My cuffed hands twitched uselessly in front of me. Sweat beaded along my hairline even as goosebumps erupted across my exposed skin.

I saw movement in the corner of my eye, the motion registering just—

Pain blossomed in my ass. I bit down on my lips, hard, holding in a scream as the second and third lashing came in rapid succession. I stumbled, trying to stay still but reflexively trying to move away from Caroline’s instrument of pain.

The crowd grew silent as Caroline grabbed me by the collar and shoved me over the counter, kicking my legs apart. I sucked in a quiet breath as my bare boobs were pressed into the freezing cold glass, flattening uncomfortably against my nipples. The panties sucked into my swollen pussy lips, providing almost no cover. My fingers clenched the edge of the countertop so tightly my knuckles turned white as Caroline’s whip struck me the 3rd and 4th time.

I bit back tears. I felt disconnected to my body, the pain pulling me out, like I was having an out-of-body experience, watching myself crumble and fall apart. My hair was a mess, and my body was covered in a sheen of sweat.

Caroline paused for a moment, but I didn’t dare raise my head. Another strike, lower, near my thighs. She slowed down, the strikes becoming more erratic and harder to predict. The anticipation was its own type of torture, the shock of each strike making me jump. Each strike making me wetter and wetter as the crowd more restless and quiet behind me.

Caroline paused for the moment. My brain was mush, and I hadn’t even realized the strikes were done before she grabbed me by the hair and yanked. “What are you?”

“I’m…” I sniffled. “I’m your pet.”

"Again."

"I'm your pet."

"Louder! Let them all hear it."

"I'm your pet!" I shouted.

“And what do pets deserve?”

“Pets deserve to be punished,” I sobbed.