MY TRANSFORMATION INTO A SKINHEAD BOOT slave - PART 9A

Author: slavealbert
Title: MY TRANSFORMATION INTO A SKINHEAD BOOT slave /PART 9A
Date: 11 November 2018

When entering the parking lot of a large, upscale Shopping Center, Boss commented: "Cunt...this stop you are gonna like...am quite sure of that", he added with a diabolic smile on his face!

When he was about ready to get out of his truck and i about doing the same, Boss said: "Stay put...cunt"!

Boss walked around to my side and after opening my door, pulled out a leather leash out of his pocket, which he clipped on to the ring of my collar!

"Now you can get out to be shown around-and-about, in the propper way, to all those nice people in this fine Shopping Mall"!

"Boss, no, Boss, please no, Boss, that is just too humiliating...pleae, Boss, don´t do that to me, Boss", i pleaded, when i, reluctantly, let myself out the seat!

"Stop whining...cunt and get your ass moving, we don´t have all day" and with that he activated the remote control of my butt plug, which nearly made me collapse to the ground!

Once outside, Boss made me stand "at attention", with the leash hanging down!
"Now, put your hands behind your back and grap your wrists and follow me", when picking up the leash and giving me an other jolt in my ass!
"And...remeber, if you don´t obey, I have you wrists cuffs cuffed" and showed me a set of steel handcuffs!

While being lead like a dog towards the Mall entrance, i contemplated the humiliation i was put thru, however my cock seemed to very much enjoy this situation as in no time it was straining against the hard limits of its...jail!
As i already felt it leaking some pre-cum and being prohibited to wear any briefs, i had to be carefull not to shoot a load and stain jeans.

Walking the corridors behind Boss, no doubt that i got all stranges looks from the other shoppers...some whistled...others called me names, like fag...gay... or even said...woof...woof as well as other expressions to add to my humiliation - however, i also managed to get some tumbs-up...mostly from younger boys, which, in some way, comforted me!

All of a sudden Boss halted and asked: "Are you enjoying yourself...cunt"?
Taken by surprise, i didn´t immediately answered, which netted me once again a jolt in my ass from the remote control and i stammered: "Boss, yes, Boss...very much so, Boss", i lied and while Boss once again activated the remote control: "you little liar...that will cost you dearly...cunt", followed by one more jolt!

When Boss pulled me up by the leash, i saw we were standing right in front of a large...SKINHEAD APPARAL SUPER STORE and, yes, this time, eventhough i had tried hard to avoid it, a small stain of pre-cum made itself visible in the crotch of my pants - just hope no one would notice!

Upon entering the store, with me still on the leash, Boss was greeted by the manager in person and asked how he could be of help, of course not wasting any time to throw a look in my direction, saying: "woof...woof"!
Was i mistaken or did he indeed like my new collar...the leather leash and, mostly, my freshly shaved head?

As before, i was introduced as...cunt, which, by now, i already was getting more-and-more used to and while Boss explained the purpose of our visit, the manager was becoming all smiles, especially when Boss told him that i was to be completely outfitted as a...skinhead: did i see any $$ in both his eyes?

The store manager assigned Boss a young, good-looking skinhead, who was ordered to personally assist us with the choice of the right outfit for me!

Interesting fact: they already seemed to know each other as he addressed Boss: "Hello...Master Johnson, how nice to be able to assist you once again, SIR", he said in a real submissive way!
Did i hear it right: did he call Boss...Master Johnson? Now, at last know Boss´s last name as well, i thought with great satisfaction!

"Hi there...Skinny, good to see you again also - how have you been since we last met" and without waiting for an answer, Boss continued: "here, take cunt to the shirt department first and select 12 Fred Perry Cotton Shirts - two of each in different colors - tight fitting... I will be back shortly", while handing my leash to Skinny, who seemed to be most happy with the incumbency he just received: "Leave it to me, Master Johnson"!

While pulling on the leash and i still with hands clamped to gether, i followed Skinny (un)willingly, he said: "My name is Skinny...Skinny from...Skinhead and Skinny from...slim", he joked!
"Yours is..." cunt, i completed him! "Oh...great, well that explains it all, giving me a wink!

When we got to the shirt section, Skinny said: "OK...cunt, take off your shirt and let´s try on some to see how they fit you, so we know your exact measure"!
Taking off my shirt, he let out a: "WOW...your torso is all hairless...was it shaved...looks cool, though"!
"Well, in fact it was totally de-haired, so the hair will never grow back anymore and that saves time...no more shaving - Boss wanted me to look that way"
"You mean...Master Johnson"? "Yes, that´s correct...Skinny"!

After some more small talk, Skinny started to seperate several colors: "yellow...black...white...red...dark blue and baby blue", he summed up and without asking me put them in a large shopping cart!

When we were about done with the shirts, Boss came by and quickly looked the shirts over: "nice selection, you made...Skinny - are they tight fitting"? "Yes, Master Johnson - thank you...Master Johnson"!

Not paying any attention to the other shoppers, Boss continued: "Continue the shopping spree for...cunt - you know what is needed and what I like"!
"Leave it to me...Master Johnson" and to me: " Come on...cunt, let´s go and see about some bleacher´s for you now and, oh, no sweat, you can lreave your shirt off"

And there we went again: me being towed by Skinny

The End of Part 9A