Chapter 27

"I thought he was over eighteen!"
-M. Jackson

"Slave, we are going to make a little trip at lunchtime tomorrow."

Merde, I swore to myself, as the car swerved slightly. Next time, I would make sure that Lori was not driving when I suddenly shifted into master mode.

"Yes, Master," Slave replied, once she had composed herself.

"Chad, tomorrow is..."

I turned to the backseat and shot Traci a dark look, which was a mistake since I still had on my master persona. That enraged Traci, and she vehemently said, "Chad Johnson! Just because you can order my sister around gives you no right to order me! If you think some look is going to make me stop talking, you're sadly mistaken, buster! It will be a dark day in... Rose!"

I had given Rose a pleading look to silence my girlfriend. Her solution was to reach over and fondle Traci's breast. Rose gave the surprised girl a grin and asked, "Would you rather I silence you the way Chad does?" and with that, she unbuckled her seatbelt and started to slide closer to Traci.

"Stop it, you dyke!" Traci said, holding out her arms to ward off her advancing friend.

"Traci, I'm sorry that I gave you a dark look. I have plans with Slave at lunch tomorrow. Please, be patient, and if we really need to discuss it, we can wait until we get home." I glanced over at Slave and noticed that she had a tight grip on the steering wheel. "'Graffiti Bridge'," I quickly added, deciding that it would be safer to have Lori driving than Slave.

The rest of the ride home occurred in silence. Traci was still fuming a little when we reached the driveway. Just a half hour before, we were all having a great time at Chuck and Fran's birthday party. The two of them had held the party at a pizza parlor, and had invited a bunch of their friends. Sunday's anime club had become chummy with Saturday's lunch group -- helped significantly by the joint poker games we would sometimes play -- and the guys had used their 'plus guest' on their invitations to bring them along. Despite Fran's protests that gifts were not necessary, I noted that Traci went out of her way trying to find the 'perfect gifts' for them. She ended up buying them twelve-inch G.I. Joes: Snake Eyes for Chuck, and Scarlet for Fran. I gave Chuck the Ninja Scroll 10th Anniversary Special Edition DVD, and Fran the second Azumanga Daioh DVD.

When we got out of the car, Rose said, "How many slices of pizza did Chuck eat tonight? Two?"

I grinned at Rose's observation. The first week back to school from winter break was when I made a comment about Chuck losing weight. I had noticed that, since December, he seemed to be shedding his excess fat.

He had just said one word to me: "Atkins."

I had nodded; even I had heard of Atkins. It was a low carbohydrate diet, and it seemed to be working wonders for him. "You lost what, forty-five pounds?" I had asked him.

He had grinned and replied, "Fifty-three. And you won't believe this, but you know the urban legend about for every fifty pounds you lose, you gain an inch in your dick? It's true. I measured myself, and I am a full inch longer!"

"So, you're up to four inches now?" a bemused Fran had supplied, having walked up behind Chuck as he was relaying this tidbit of knowledge.

It was always amusing to see Chuck blush. His skin tone made it almost impossible to detect, but I could still pick it up, mostly on the tip of his ears. He had then spun around to confront his sister. "Jesus, Fran! That was, like, nine years ago. Things grow bigger over time -- at least some things do. It doesn't look like your boobs have grown much since then."

Now, Fran's blush had shown fairly well, and had been getting more glaringly easier to tell, now that she had stopped water polo. I then chose to interrupt the argument before it really got started. "Why did Fran see you naked nine years ago?"

Chuck had rolled his eyes and said, "It's our parents fault. Remember, I told you that they treated us like brother and sister? That included bathing us at the same time."

"Yeah, they did it until that one time they caught Chuck with a boner. From that time on, it was separate baths," supplied a bemused Fran.

I had tried my hardest to withhold my laughter, but Chuck's reaction was just too much, and I let it out. I had later found him and apologized, but even he had found the memory to be a funny one, though it still embarrassed him to no end.

At the party, I had asked him why he picked a pizza place to have his party, when pizza was something he had to avoid because of his diet. He had just shrugged, and told me that Fran loved pizza. As much as he enjoyed losing weight, he cared about his sister's well-being more.

It was not until Traci and I were getting ready for bed that she confronted me about the next day. "Chad, I was trying to tell you that tomorrow is..."

"Honey, I know exactly what tomorrow is. That is why I need Slave to do something for me tomorrow. I picked lunchtime, because that would be the least likely time of being seen."

It slowly dawned on Traci what I was telling her, and a grin erupted across her face. "You're going to use my suggestion and take her shopping!"

I smiled at her, and did not mention that I had already thought of it before she had made her suggestion. I knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I nodded instead. I then grew serious, and said, "I'm sorry that I gave you that look. When a person shifts into 'master' or 'slave' roles, it is sometimes hard for them to quickly transfer out of it. I was afraid if you continued on, you would spoil the surprise tomorrow."

Traci looked chagrined at her foolishness so I gave her a kiss and told her that it was not the end of the world, and I doubted Lori had picked up on Traci's faux pas. We told each other that we loved one another, and went to sleep rather quickly. The following day was going to be a long one.

I think Lori was slightly disappointed at breakfast the following morning, but she hid it well. Everybody treated the day as if it was a regular Monday morning. Even when Calculus was over, I was talking to her in a regular tone, and I think she might have even forgotten about our conversation the previous night. That is, until I started leading her to the parking lot.

When we got into the car, I shifted personas. "Slave, you will need to make a left out of the parking lot and drive straight until I tell you otherwise."

It took her a second to respond, "Yes, Master," and she then started up the car.

After we had driven a few blocks, I told her to make a right. I then asked, "Do you know where we are going, Slave?"

My slave just shook her head, so I asked her the question again.

"No, Master."

"A good slave should always know what her master wants and predict what he might require. You have earned yourself seven spankings. Five for not being prepared for what I might want, and two for making me repeat myself."

I saw my slave shudder slightly, but she kept control of her vehicle. Once again, I wondered to myself if I should avoid using these personas while she was driving. I gave my slave the instructions that were required to get us to our destination.

I had staked out the Diamond Adult Bookstore, and had found it suited my purposes perfectly. They had parking behind the store, and by going there during lunch, the chances of a classmate seeing my slave were slim. She was wearing her cheerleading outfit since there was a basketball game that evening, but any attention she drew would most likely not be from somebody that knew her.

I handed my slave a note, a list, and one of my credit cards, and said, "Slave, read the note aloud."

"I am a lowly slave, whose master requires that she buy him these items, so that he can properly punish her. I am such a pitiful excuse of a slave that I have a fifteen-year-old master, and he is not allowed to enter the store. Please accept this note as proof that his slave has permission to use his credit card. Signed, Chad Johnson."

There was some sexual excitement in my slave's voice. I grinned at her and said, "You had better hurry, Slave. Every minute that we are late to school, it will be five more spankings."

Slave quickly exited the vehicle and practically dashed to the store's entrance. I was not sure how much of it had to do with avoiding punishment or being seen in her cheerleading outfit entering an adult sex shop, but she did move quickly. I was keeping my eye on the alleyway, alert for any of our classmates appearing, when the back door of the sex shop opened ten minutes later. She came out carrying two bags and followed by a young woman all dressed in black, who was holding a clipboard. I got out of the car to meet them.

"Has my slave caused you any trouble?" I asked the girl whose nametag read "Erin". She was in her early twenties, six feet tall, had short black hair (which appeared dyed), and had three facial piercings: ear, nose, and eyebrow. From her black form-fitting shirt, I could see she that (besides not wearing a bra) she had at least two other additional piercings. She was, as I had heard one of my water polo teammates describe it, 'as flat as a board'. If I had to label her on first impression, I would have called her a 'Goth chick'.

Erin grinned, and with a bemused tone in her voice, said, "Oh no, your slave was well-behaved. I told her that I couldn't accept the note, and that I had to have you sign for it in person. I also wanted to see who the master of such a beautiful slave was."

I grinned back at her, and took the clipboard and pen that she offered to me. As I signed the credit card receipt, I looked at Erin, who was openly appraising my slave. After a quick glance confirmed that there was nobody else around, I suggested to Erin, "If you want, feel free to examine my slave." I then turned my attention to Slave, and slipping into master mode, I said, "Slave, second position."

My slave hesitated for just a moment before she dropped the bags, spread her feet shoulder's-length apart, and brought her hands behind her back, thrusting out her chest in the process. She had her gaze focused on the ground, but I could see the sexual excitement in her face.

Erin gave me one last glance to confirm that it was okay, then she reached out and began to feel my slave, spending a moment to check the firmness of her breasts before sliding her hand down to cup my slave's ass. She then drew back a hand and gave Slave a nice whack. To my slave's well-deserved credit, she did not flinch or yelp at the sudden spank.

"Very nice. Is she the HEAD cheerleader?"

I smiled at Erin; I had picked up the word she had emphasized. I shook my head and said, "I know that she is very good at giving me head, but I don't know how she is with women yet. I'll have to make her practice with my girlfriend, and then I'll let you know."

The redness that my slave had must have increased threefold at the mention of her performing cunnilingus on her sister. Erin had removed her roaming hands, and gave a short chuckle. "It looks like you have her trained very well. Would you mind lending her out?"

I shook my head and said, "I'm sorry, but I have a great deal of training to do until I reach that point. Even then, I'm afraid it is a package deal. I don't trust anybody with my prized possessions, and so if you want to use her, I'll have to be present."

She smiled and nodded. Apparently, I had said the right thing. She told me, "I think I could deal with that. Just so you know, I go both ways."

Erin laughed at my raised eyebrow, then she further clarified, "Well, okay, I'm bisexual, but I was referring to that I'm also a Switch. Most of the time, I'm a Dom, but I've been known to be a Sub on occasion. I've also worked with other Doms in the past."

I smiled and said, "And you should know, if we do get together, it is only after I know that you are clean. It's not just me and my slave I have to worry about, but my girlfriend and mistress, as well." She raised her eyebrow at that, so I clarified, "That's with a small 'M'."

"Wicked. FYI, I'm clean, as of my last test, which was a few months ago. Haven't had sex -- well, excluding with just myself -- since then. Found out that my Ex was not as faithful as she had claimed to be," she paused, appraising me once more and asked, "You sure you're only fifteen?"

I nodded, and replied, "Yeah, but I'm an old soul. I'll take your word for now that you're clean." I then turned to my slave and instructed her, "Slave, don't you think you should give Erin a kiss as a thank-you for her compliments?"

A surprised look crossed my slave's face, but she hid it quickly and moved towards Erin to kiss her. The look reappeared when Erin slid her tongue into my slave's mouth, and my slave was a little flustered when the two of them broke the kiss. Slave took her position, without me having to tell her, and I was proud of her actions.

"I'm sorry, Erin; it appears that my slave needs to practice. Perhaps, I'll have her make out with her fellow cheerleaders, so that the next time she kisses you, she'll do a better job."

Erin's eyes sparkled at the thought of my slave being forced to kiss her teammates, but added, "Oh no, I enjoyed the kiss. It was so virginal. Oh, I should mention that we are out of the type of butt plug that you wanted. Did you want me to order it?"

I shook my head and voiced my disappointment. "Darn, I thought I would use it for when she went to cheer at the basketball game tonight. Well, we really do need to get back to class. My slave gets five spanks for every minute that I'm late to class. Why don't you tell my slave your phone number -- that way, when she is trained well enough, I can give you a call."

"I can write it down if you want."

I shook my head and said, "If my slave can't remember a possible Mistress' phone number, then I'll have to punish her and send her back to get it again."

Erin smiled and rapidly said her phone number, and only once. I easily remembered the seven-digit number, and would remember to test Slave later, hopefully when she least expected it. After telling my slave to pick up the bags, I said goodbye to Erin, and we got into the car.

My slave was visibility shaking, and she fumbled with her keys when she tried to put them in the ignition. She finally said, "Cherry Moon," and with that, she was no longer my slave, but my friend Lori.

"What's wrong, Lori?" I asked with concern in my voice, any traces of my master persona evaporating with the utterance of her safety phrase.

"Jesus fucking Christ, that was wild! I've never been so embarrassed or horny before. I don't think I can drive to school in this state."

I glanced at my watch, did some quick calculations, and then said, "Well, if you can get off in less than two minutes, we can make it back to school without you having to earn any punishment."

Lori hesitated for the briefest of moments, but then she glanced around and reclined her seat. She lifted her skirt up, slid her cheerleading briefs and underwear aside, and began to frig herself with her right hand while her left moved up to squeeze her breast. I saw that she was soaking wet, it had even caused a dampness to appear on her gold colored briefs, and I fought the urge to reach over and lend a helping hand. Part of the conditions that Traci had laid out for my dominance over her sister was that she had to be present for anything sexual, at least in the beginning. I think what we were doing then was pushing the envelope, but I figured, as long as I did not do anything that would earn me a cigarette, it was safe. Also, it did not appear that my help was needed, because Lori reached a climax in just under a minute.

I let Lori recover for another minute before reminding her about getting back to school. I also pointed out the security camera to her.

"Oh my god, you think Erin saw me?" a frightened Lori asked as she started the car.

I shook my head and said, "No, the camera angle is wrong, and I doubt the resolution would have picked up anything even if it could see you. Erin might wonder why were still here and come out to investigate, though."

As we drove back to school, I did not slip into master mode, but I did list the punishments she earned. "Lori, you do know that I have to give Slave some additional spankings. Can you think of the reasons why?"

"Slave hesitated when she assumed the second position. Slave also wasn't a good kisser, but Erin was the second person I ever kissed, and the only girl. You're not going to make me -- I mean, her -- practice with the other cheerleaders, are you Chad?"

"No, I told you before; I won't embarrass you in front of your classmates."

"What about the stuff you said about Mom and Traci?"

"I also said that you were good at giving me blowjobs, but we both know that my cock has not passed through your lips, yet. You won't be forced into anything you don't want to, as long as you use your safety phrase. Most people are under the misconception that the dominant roll has all the power. They are wrong; it is the submissive that wields the real power, since they can abort anything with their safety phrase. How many times was Slave tempted to use it in the parking lot?"

"About a half dozen! But I kept telling myself that she could do it, and I found she got more and more excited about being forced to do the things that she did."