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Chapter Sixteen
When Tom walked out into the street he was grateful that is was not too
warm out yet. However, it being an early Saturday morning in the summer
meant that most of the neighbors were out mowing and working on their
lawns. Tom would have no privacy whatsoever. Tom waved to his neighbor
across the street and headed towards the bus stop with the phone still
pressed up to his ear.
As he trotted off towards the bus stop, he noticed several things; one of
which was the feel of the chastity moving with each step. He knew that he
would be sore and raw from it rubbing against the bottom of his scrotum.
Other sensations he noticed were the silky feel of the panties on his
scrotum and the coarseness of his clothes against his still denuded body.
Princess Dee gave him instructions to take the bus to the third stop, get
off, and then go west another two blocks to the city market. She then
told Tom that she was going to stay on the line and listen to everything
that transpired and that he was to put the phone in his shirt pocket
until he got to the store.
Tom was sweating and mentally exhausted when he got to the bus stop. The
fear that someone would notice his undergarments was palpable, and most
of the sweat was due to this rather than his rapid pace to catch the bus.
Tom could feel the sweat pooling inside the cups of his bra and the
dampness of the straps against his shoulders and back. He also felt the
panties now clinging desperately to his ass and balls. Unknown to Tom
fortunately, was the fact that this very situation made it even more
likely for someone to notice. The clingy panties would give him a panty
line and if his sweat soaked through his shirt then there would be dry
bra lines and cups where the sweat had not been able to soak through yet.
If Tom knew any of this, it would have made him sweat even more.
Fortunately, he had made it on time and there was nobody else there. Tom
wanted to sit down and relax for a few minutes before the bus got there
but by the time he had surreptitiously peeled the panties away from his
ass, the bus was pulling up. Tom stepped aboard, paid the fare and then
slowly walked down the aisle of the nearly empty bus to avoid sitting too
close to anyone else. He kept his head down and avoided eye contact with
the other riders, as he did not want to drawn any undue attraction to
himself.
Tom was glad to discover that the bus had air conditioning and it helped
ease the dampness in his bra and panties. In fact, by the time the bus
had arrived at his stop, he was completely dry.
When Tom arrived at the store, he was even sweatier than when he had got
to the bus stop. He was still nervous that someone might see his
undergarments, but was also starting to feel that people would see him as
less than human. He felt that they would know he was a slave and not
their equal. Did he really believe this? He was afraid that he was
beginning to. Maybe he would need to talk to a therapist when he had a
chance. He had never felt it this strongly before. Sure, he liked to
submit sexually and considered himself a submissive; but this was
different. It was on a much deeper level, it was to everyone in general,
and not just to women he found attractive.
Tom grabbed a cart and headed into the first aisle. Before he had even
walked twenty feet, he was startled when his phone rang. He pulled it out
of his shirt pocket and saw that it was a blocked number again. He
figured that Princess Dee must have lost her connection and then called
back. However, it was because Princess Dee had heard him get the cart and
wanted to get his attention as soon as he had walked in. Hi Tiffy,
enjoying your adventure day out?" she asked rhetorically. Tom started to
answer only to hear her continue. "Don't try and spoil the excitement by
running off to the stores restroom and removing your bra slave. Just give
in to the excitement and adrenaline you feel. As scared as you feel; I
bet it just feels right doesn't it my little pet?"
Tom meekly replied yes. He really did not know what else to say. "Now go
to the produce aisle as that is where most of your shopping will occur"
he heard her say. Tom replied that he was already in that aisle. It was
not that he headed there intentionally; just that like in most grocery
stores' layouts, the first aisle here was the produce aisle.
Princess Dee then instructed Tom to select a cabbage, broccoli,
cauliflower, radishes, spinach, cucumbers, tomatoes, and onions. Tom
grudgingly got each one of these, as he really did not care for
vegetables that much. He liked carrots, lettuce and potatoes, and while
nobody was near him asked Princess Dee if he could get some of those as
well. "Absolutely not!" she had replied, "Potatoes are mostly starch and
won't help us get you down to a nice girlish figure; carrots are too
sweet and I want your diet to be as bland or bitter as possible while
still being healthy. Slaves have to eat; but that doesn't mean they
should be allowed to enjoy it. Thanks for letting me know what you like
so I can keep it off the menu."
Tom's emotional rollercoaster started up again. He was getting pissed off
that she was denying him what he enjoyed, but also getting aroused again
when she referred to him as a slave. He did not know how to react, so he
just stood there silently with the phone to his ear. Finally, he heard
Princess Dee tell him to go to the dry grocery aisle.
"Now for the mainstay of your diet Tiffany; get the largest bags of Great
Northern Beans and Navy Beans they have and a bag of brown rice," she
told him. Tom sighed heavily; he really did hate beans. Princess Dee
grinned when she heard him sigh. She knew he was not happy with her
selections but that he was not going to fight her now. He was resigning
himself to his situation. After he put the bags in his cart, Princess Dee
told him to go to the medicine aisle, as he would need vitamins to
supplement his new diet.
As Tom turned the corner into the main aisle, he heard a familiar voice
say "Oh, hello Tom. I didn't know you shopped here."
Tom stopped dead in his tracks and turned towards the source of the
voice. Out of all the possible people he could ever run into, it was his
neighbor Mrs. Abernathy. The flop sweat hit him before he could finish
turning around. "Hi Mrs. Abernathy" Tom stammered out as he faced her.
Mrs. Abernathy saw the sweat pouring down Tom's now ashen face. "Are you
okay?" she asked him with concern.
Fortunately, Tom was quick on his feet and replied. "I will be" he
smiled. "It's just one of those summer cold/flu things"
"You should take better care of yourself," she told him. She looked into
his cart and was surprised to see its contents. "Or are you trying to?"
she asked. She had often seen the pizza delivery van at his house, and
his weight belied a diet based on the contents of his cart.
Tom took a second too long to reply to give his answer any sincerity.
"Yes, Doctor's orders," he replied, "I've been told I have to change my
diet and lifestyle." Mrs. Abernathy just smiled. 'Doctor's orders my
ass,' she thought to herself, but she did believe that someone had told
him to change. Maybe he had a new girlfriend she thought to herself;
although she could not figure out why he would lie about that. Tom
interrupted her train of thought by asking her why she was in this part
of town.
"I'm here to pick up James; I'm just doing some shopping while I wait,"
she said. Tom was a bit confused. James Abernathy was a CPA who had his
own office downtown. Why was she picking him up here? Tom was just about
to ask when she explained. Due to the recession her husband had shuttered
his office and the only job he could find was working here as a Shift
Manager.
Tom was just telling her how sorry he was to hear that when he was
startled as his phone rang again. He had dropped his arm to his side when
he had first heard her speak and due to his nervousness, he had
completely forgotten that Princess Dee was still on the phone. Tom cursed
himself and answered.
Princess Dee was laughing when Tom answered. "What a small world. You
should let me talk to her for a minute slave. Let's see if she remembers
my voice," she said. Tom began to sweat even more before he heard
Princess Dee say, "Just kidding. Now go to the vitamin aisle and I will
call you back in three minutes. "
Tom hung up and then told Mrs. Abernathy that he needed to go now, as he
really was not feeling well. After they said their goodbyes, Tom turned
to walk away. Mrs. Abernathy watched him walk off and smiled. She was
certain that she could see panty lines, and what appeared to be bra lines
through Tom's sweat soaked shirt. Maybe he was the pervert referred to in
that strange phone call she had received the week before.
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