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Subject: {ASSM} Natalie Part 3 - 2 (Femdom, F/m, F+/m, enema, humiliation, blackmail, shopping)
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Natalie Part 3 - 2

He didn't see them coming.  Natalie sat right next to him, and when
he looked over startled, she smiled, and then pointed to her feet,
which were resting on a salesman's shoe stool.

"Massage," was all she said.  He blinked and his mouth fell open a
little bit.

"Are you deaf?  Massage my feet, I've been walking on them all day.
 Get off this chair and get down on your knees and put yourself to good
use."  Her expression didn't change.  He couldn't look away from
her eyes.  But when he did, her chest, her tiny waist, and her long,
tanned legs made his entire body, except for one area in particular, go
completely limp.  She held his gaze until he snapped out it, and
without a word, he got down in front of her, removed her Italian
leather heels and as if in a dream, ran his hands over her feet.  He
let out an audible moan and began massage her feet in earnest.  The
tent in his pants was clearly visible to both girls, however they
completely ignored it for now.

Her roommate stood next to him, her arms crossed and spoke down to the
little man, "After you are done with her, mine need attention." He
looked up, still trying to take in the situation to which he now found
himself apart.

The two girls chatted, not paying a bit of attention to the foot freak
as he worked over their feet, knowing this would only drive on him
further, his lust going from simmer to boil.  They attracted the
attention of another sales girl who could literally smell an easy sale,
and before he knew what was happening, the Asian Princess was trying on
a pair of $700 knee high boots which he was already agreeing to pay
for.  She looked amazing.  She was wearing shorts that hugged every
curve of her perfect ass, and her tight tank top let him know she meant
business.  "You better make more than I can spend" was emblazoned
across her chest, and when she snapped her fingers, he instinctively
reached for his wallet and she took it, giving it to the sales girl who
was more than happy to ring it up.

"Good boy," the Asian beauty praised him, the stiffie in his pants
now throbbing with every heartbeat.  Who were these girls?  She raised
her boot and pressed the heel against his face.

"Lick!" she commanded him.  He came without even touching himself,
and while still pulsing into his trousers, the two girls giggled, got
out of their chairs and pointed to their bags.

"Carry those and follow us to the car, and be a dear and stay a few
steps behind us.  We don't want anyone here to think were with you...
Loser!" Natalie arched her back, her chest, magnificent and perfect,
put her LaPerla bra to the test.  The poor old man was ensnared.  Even
though he had just filled his pants with millions of swimming sperm, he
could already feel his tension rising again.  Both girls handed the old
pervert their bags and further belittled the utterly helpless man at
their feet.

"We know what you were doing here, and don't think that paying for
a pair of boots is going to get you off the hook.  We could have you
banned form this store, you vile pathetic excuse for a man," the
Asian Goddess reminded him.

"And since I didn't get any thing out of you except for a foot
massage I am going to be the one that passes your sentence.  Come on,
baldy, we don't have any more time to waste on you." Natalie
finished as the girls trotted off leaving the mall urchin to hastily
scamper behind them.

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

Although he could hear everything, the pain in his abdomen was blotting
out any coherence of the girls shopping trip.  He was sweating, the
entire gurney was covered in his perspiration.  He had no idea how long
he had been there.  Time had lost its meaning, only pain continued,
coming in waves, making him groan and whimper.  He could hear them
laughing and talking, ringing up charges.  Periodically Natalie would
yell down into her purse and give him a running total of what he was
spending.  He lost count at $3,000.  He was miserable.  He would pay
anything for the girls to get home and release him from this
contraption.  Oh god... oh god, the pain... he could feel his insides
churning, his muscles contracting, and knew another gulp of nasty ass
water was coming down the tube, oh Jesus, his mouth was already full,
he had to swallow.  He gagged and gulped it down, praying to whoever
was listening to set him free.  It was then that he heard a man scream
and the car doors shut.  Then clearly,

"Yea, kicking a guy in the balls is definitely still more fun than
shopping," then howls of laugher.  Natalie and her roommate were
having the time of their lives.  As the car engine revved and the
static and distortion played down through the phone, he began to cry
with relief, hoping they would come straight home and show him mercy.

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