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ok this is a the sequel to Boring Mall Day, i hope you all like it, please comment after reading it, this is a work of fiction don't try at home but i am not to be held responsible if someone does

edited version by Jami31 on fur affinity, same reasons has the other story reupload, this is the better version with fewer grammar errors (i don't think there are but there could be)

"Tick-tock, tick-tock," was all Vicky could hear in the store that day. She was becoming excited. She didn't even know if that catboy would show up like the note asked. She hoped he did; if not, then she was gonna have a disappointing weekend because she had so many plans. Yesterday she met the cutest boy she had ever met. Not only was he cute, but he was also extremely submissive. Just thinking about what she did to him in the back room made her wet in her pussy. She wanted to keep that cat; he was much better than all the others she had been with.

The clock hit five, which meant her shift was done. She looked around the store to see if anyone was still in it. Vicky noticed a female bat looking at some jackets. "Come on, lady, I need to leave!" Vicky thought as she became more impatient. After a couple of minutes, the bat left the store, seeming unsatisfied with what they had. Normally Vicky would have thought that the bat was a little stuck up, but this afternoon, her mind didn't have any room for that type of idea.

Vicky looked into the mirror. Today, she wore a green tank top and jean shorts. Some would say it was not the perfect look, but that didn't matter to her. After checking a few things, Vicky took a look outside the store. She smiled.

There he was, siting on the bench in front of the store, with that cute pink bow on his right ear. She licked her lips. "I am going to have fun with you tonight," she thought. She grabbed her purse and walked over to the cat boy. She still needed to close the shop, but she wanted to chat with her soon-to-be plaything.

Jack was incredibly embarrassed about what he was doing. Sure, his pants and jacket hid what he wore beneath, but he couldn't pull his hood over his head because the vixen might think he didn't want her "companionship." The bow on his head was nearly too much for him to put on, but he was able to muster the courage to wear it at the last instant. The bow earned him...odd looks from all the guys he passed. Due to his slim build, Jack could be mistaken for a girl; the pink bow only made things worse.

(Contrary to what some might think, Jack wasn't gay--not really bi-curious, even--he just liked the feeling of feminine clothes. He thought nothing wrong with homosexuality, but it wasn't him.)

Jack moved a bit in his seat, trying to get more comfortable. It was awkward to walk with his ass filled by the buttplug, and he had to hide the fact that it did get turned him on from time to time.

--Bzzzrt, Bzzzrt--suddenly the plug began to vibrate. It wasn't as strong as it was yesterday, but it effected him a good deal because it hadn't done anything at all since then. He was trying desperately to stay still but it wasn't working so well....

Just then, he felt furry female arms wrap around his neck from behind; then a head rested next to his. "Guess who," whispered a familiar voice.

He turned to see the vixen's face: her pierced lip, her green eyes, her half-purple, and half-green hair. He was blushing so much that his face was all red.

"I am so happy you came. That bow does look cute on you, doesn't it?" she said giggling. Her voice sounded lovely but had a hidden hard edge, a hint of dominance. She knew he had fallen under her power. Jack could only nod. His mouth was dry, his heart was thumping, he was too nervous to say anything. (The fact that his ass was buzzing didn't help him focus either.)

Suddenly, the buzzing stopped. "Not only is there a timer, but it has a control. Sadly, the range is limited," said the vixen. She let go of him and sauntered over to his left. She sat next to him and put her right arm around his head. Jack could definitely feel her muscles on her arm. She didn't look like a bodybuilder, but she quite was strong. She would have no trouble holding him down. Yet she didn't need her muscles to dominate him; she could seduce him just as easily.

"I am going to close the shop. Before I do, I need to see that you're wearing everything that was in that box," she said. "Come with me."

Vicky grabbed Jack and pulled him up from the bench, then led him by the arm into the store. Before they got in, Jack stammered, "W-wait!"

The Vixen stopped and turned her face to him. "Yes?" she said.

Jack, still nervous, had a tough time getting out the words. He took a deep breath and said, "I never really got your name; m-mine's Jack."

The vixen smiled. She enjoyed the cat's display of nerves. "I guess that was rude of me, sorry, Jack," she said. "My name is Vicky." Then she pulled Jack to the back of the store.

"Oh, he is so cute! I just can't wait to use him--though I should find a better name for him, at least while we are playing. Hmm, 'Jackie' or 'Jill?' I will have to decide soon," thought Vicky as she brought Jack to the same room where they had their fun yesterday.

Once inside, she locked the door. "Strip," she said in an dominant tone. Jack, whose face was still flushed, did as told. He first removed the blue hoodie he was we was wearing, the same one he'd worn last time. To Vicky's delight, he wasn't wearing a shirt with under it, only the pink A-cup bra she'd put in the box. He then removed his cargo shorts to reveal that he was wearing her panties too. They didn't really match since they were purple, but she was surprised that he was wearing them. She didn't give him instructions to wear them. She smiled broadly. She liked this cat's spirit.

"Okay, I can see you're wearing the undergarments, but I need to see the other items. Turn to the wall and put your hands high on it," said Vicky, beginning with a friendly tone and progressing to an ordering tone as she pointed to the wall behind Jack. The cat boy did as he was told.

"Ass out," ordered Vicky as she walked closer to the cat. It was a bit tough to believe that he was 19--or, in fact, male. His body was so slim, he could pass as a girl. Vicky stood to his right, facing him. She took her left hand and got a firm grip on his ass, squeezing a little. She then pulled the panties lower, from covering his butt to bunched around his thighs, right under his backside.

She tapped the visible part of the buttplug that was in his ass. "How long have you had this in you, I wonder? Did you put it on as soon as you got up, or did you do it before going to the mall?" She didn't expect a response. (She didn't even need to check this because of Jack's response when she'd used her remote, but she wanted to touch that cute ass.)

"Um...it was an hour before I went to the mall, Miss," Jack said in a shy tone.

Vicky was slightly surprised. He called her "Miss," with no prompting. "I am so keeping him," she thought. She swatted his ass and began to move on. With her right hand, she gently pulled down the panties in the front, revealing his six-inch erect, barbless cat cock. Just as it was supposed to be, it was sheathed in a frilly cock sleeve and had cock ring on it. She grabbed the dick with her right hand, squeezing it, pumping it three times.

Jack moaned. Vicky stopped. "No, not here. I need to bring you home." She looked at the cock ring and frowned. "I don't know what I was thinking; this is just stupid on you." She removed it carefully. "Get dressed as I close up. If you aren't ready by the time I am, I'll put vibration on high, and you'll have to clean up the mess up with your tongue."

Vicky left the room. When the door was closed, she began to rub her crotch. "Oh fuck, this is too good! I asked for something to keep me from being bored yesterday, and now I have a little sissy boy ready to follow my orders. I do hope he puts up a little struggle when we get to my place! It wouldn't be as fun if he doesn't struggle at least a bit." She began to close the shop.

*****

Jack had been in armlock with Vicky ever since they left the mall. They were walking slowly; he couldn't walk at a normal pace without arousing suspicion, due to the buttplug. If it hadn't been for the pink bow on his head, they would look like a couple--a strange couple, but a couple nonetheless. Jack just could not stop blushing. Yes, it was embarrassing to have the pink bow on his right ear, but to be so close to Vicky? His body just wouldn't listen to him. He was sweating cold sweat and breathing a little heavily.

They reached the subway station and he still felt really nervous. Once they got into a train car, they found it really full. Before Jack could say anything, his face was buried in Vicky's C-cup vixen breasts. Vicky brought her mouth to his ears and whispered, "Like them? They are 100% natural, you know." Jack blushed, though no one could tell because his head was buried between Vicky's tits.

Just then, he felt the buttplug in his ass buzz again. It wasn't loud enough to be heard over the other noises in the train, but it made his heart beat faster. "Try not to cum; we wouldn't want you to be labeled as some sort of pervert," whispered Vicky. With a foxy smile, she slowly increased the vibrations. "Hold on for two stops," she whispered. Jack was fully erect from the vibrations. He tried to get it down, but the vibrations were too much. If the front of his body hadn't been hidden by Vicky, people could have seen the tent in his shorts.

The first stop was called and most of the people on the train got off, but they were then replaced with more people, making the car more crowded. "One more stop, my little sissy. Oh, for the record, I am not wearing panties," Vicky said softly into Jack's left ear. Jack's eyes widened; he felt his dick growing even harder against his shorts.

The vixen put her right hand on his right butt cheek. She patted his tail and began to pet it; then she squeezed his butt. After a little of that, she pushed her crotch closer to his. He felt that she was dry-humping his dick, so slowly that no one noticed. After what seemed like eternity, the announcer called the station name. The vibrations and dry-humping ceased. "This is our stop," whispered Vicky and she pulled Jack from the train. They began their arm-locked walk out of the subway and into the street.

After a couple of blocks, they stopped at a high class apartment building. When realizing they were walking through the door, Jack thought, "Wait, she lives here? Why would she be working at a clothes store in the mall? There is no way she could afford this."

They got to the elevator. As if looking into his head, Vicky said, "How I can live here with my job? Well, truth be told, I have a roommate. She and I have a little business that compensates us well. But we can't just stay inside all day, so we both have other jobs. You're unlikely to meet my roommate tonight; she is working late."

Jack wondered what this business was, but he couldn't build up the courage to ask.

The elevator doors opened on the eighth floor. Vicky, with Jack in tow, walked down the hall to her room. Before opening the door, she turned to Jack. "This is your last chance to back out. Once inside, everything I say goes. No questions, understand?"

Jack nodded. "I don't want to go back. After yesterday, I couldn't stop thinking about you." He blushed and looked down to the floor to hide his face.

Vicky was smiling. "He has no idea what's in store for him. Jack, if you couldn't stop thinking about me after yesterday, you won't wanna leave my side after tonight," she thought.

She opened her door and said, "You first."

Looking very nervous, Jack walked in slowly. As soon as he passed Vicky, she gave him a nice big slap on the ass. Jack yelped. Vicky only giggled.

Vicky closed the door. "First, I don't want to see male clothes on you whenever you're here. Strip to your underwear and give me back my panties." she ordered.

Jack did as commanded. In a minute his jacket, shorts, socks, and shoes were on the ground. He took off Vicky's panties to reveal his erect cock in his frilly little cock sleeve. He handed the panties to Vicky.

Vicky took her panties and put them on his head, over his eyes. "I want you to be surprised. Turn around and put your hands behind your back." Vicky bound Jack's arms together with fluffy pink handcuffs. "I'll want you bound in some way most of the time. You just look so cute with something restricting you," she said. She tied a little leash around Jack's dick and tugged on it. "Let's get moving then, sissy." She walked toward her bedroom, with poor little Jack trying not to trip.

Jack had no idea where he was going. If he stopped, then the leash around his cock would pull, and it hurt. He was glad she didn't tie it around his balls. The smell of his own penis was covering his nose--he had had those panties on all day--he couldn't smell anything nor could he see much besides purple.

Suddenly, he bumped into Vicky's ample breasts. "You must really like it in there, don't you, sissy?" the vixen said. "Well here we are. I am going to take my panties off your head, okay?" Right as she removed them, she yelled, "Surprise!"

Jack saw what was in front of him. His mouth dropped open.

This was a small boudoir setup, where a woman would apply make-up. It was basically just a normal mirror and chest of drawers with bright yet soft lights. But it had a strange chair--strange in the fact that it had a 8-inch dildo sticking up from the seat.

"I thought I would make your face look a little more pretty. I wanna see how girly you'll look with some make-up on you. Don't worry about the dildo; I'll make sure to use lots of lube, on both the dildo and your sissy-pussy."

Jack decided to speak.

So fast he could barely comprehend it, he felt his mouth filled with something round and plastic. "I don't wanna hear any bitching from you, sissy. You agreed that you wouldn't go back and it is too late now." The thin cat boy was too dazed to do more than weakly nod.

Vicky slowly removed the butt plug from Jack's ass. She smeared some lube all over his backside, then rather gently coated the inner walls of his rectum. She rubbed more lubricant on the decent-sized dildo.

Vicky forced Jack over the chair and lightly but firmly thrust Jack downward, onto the dildo. Jack moaned into his gag as the dildo penetrated his ass. He felt his ass spread, far more than was comfortable. He kept moaning, his eyes watering from the experience. "I know it hurts, but just look how erect you are. You love this; don't deny it," Vicky said, with a hand on Jack;s cock. Once Jack's ass finally hit the chair, Vicky let go.

"Now for the fun!"

Vicky began with the basics. First, some ruby red lipstick, applied it to Jack's lips. Next, some blue eyeliner...

"...I think you're missing something. Let me see what I can find. Don't go anywhere, or I might just throw you in an alley dressed like that!"

Vicky went to her closet and pondered her toy's look. "I don't want to dress him up today; hmm, I think he needs some hair over that fur...maybe heels and stockings too." Vicky found a pair of pink heels with locks on them, some lace stockings, and a short-haired black wig.

She returned from the closet with these items in hand. Before she began to put on the accessories, she flipped a switch on the chair. The dildo in Jack's ass began to vibrate. Vicky could hear moans of pleasure coming from his gagged mouth. "I knew you loved it," she said with a smile.

The strong vixen began to work. She carefully rolled the lace stockings onto Jack's legs, then she added the heels, locking them with a click. After that, she put the black wig on Jack's head, making sure his ears stayed on either side of it so the pink bow could still be seen.

She turned Jack to the mirror. "Aww, like how cute you look, my little kitty? I was worried that black hair wouldn't work on you but now I am glad I chose it!"

Vicky could see Jack blushing in the mirror, trying to hide his face. "Come now; there is nothing wrong with liking this. It isn't weird," said Vicky. She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Besides, you look pretty."

Jack was embarrassed beyond belief. He had been dressed up like a little doll by a vixen he only met yesterday.

After she was satisfied with his look, the vixen helped the white cat get out of his seat. She turned her back and strode to the bed. "Come over to bed, sissy."

"I could leave; I could run; I could never see her again!" But despite Jack's thoughts, he walked forward.

He was about to trip when the vixen caught him. "Yeah, it is tough to walk around in heels. I never really liked them," she said. She brought him over to the bed and laid him on his back. "I'll be right back," she said sweetly.

After a few minutes she came back and took off his ball gag. With graceful strength, she set him between her legs and brought out a dildo. "If you suck this well, then I will stroke your dick with this masturbation sleeve. Do well enough and I will let you cum," she said.

Before Jack could say anything the dildo was plunged into his mouth.

It wasn't as big as the one on the chair but that didn't mean it was more comfortable. He felt his dick inside the supple sleeve--it felt so good when Vicky pumped it!

The comely fox stopped. "I said you have to suck the dildo for me to pump your cock. I won't do all the work," she said.

Jack began to work on the dildo. The rubbing he was getting wasn't all that good. He could tell she wasn't pleased.

With a sigh, Vicky took away the rubber cock. An instant later, she laid Jack down on the bed. "You need to work on your cock sucking. Oh, well, I'll give you another chance. Lick my pussy until I cum, and I will allow you to cum," said Vicky.

Vicky sat on Jacks face. Jack responded right away, making slow licks with his rough tongue, licking in a swirling motion, driving his tongue deeper into her pussy. Vicky was soon moaning in pleasure. "Fuck, you're a damn good cunt-licker," she said. After 30 minutes, she came all over Jack's face.

"Well, now I let you cum," she said.

She placed Jack upside-down with his ass in the air, his cock fully erect, pointing toward his face. Jack realized why she did that, and Vicky saw it in his eyes.

Vicky began to pump his cock hard. With her free hand, she fingered Jack's slippery ass. "Come on, you want to cum right? I don't give this reward often, you know," said Vicky, smiling as she pumped faster.

After 5 minutes, Jack gave in. With a yell of pleasure, he came. His cum splattered all over the bed, except for what shot all over his make-up covered face. "Cum shot!" said Vicky, chuckling at her own joke. "I have one more thing to do for you tonight, sissy. Just relax while I go get it."

Jack should have felt terrible, shouldn't he? His face was covered in cum--hers and his--he had been all dolled up like a whore, and he had been violated in the ass multiple times.

Yet he didn't feel bad. He felt warm in the chest, and he still felt very aroused! He felt as if he was floating on air.

Once Vicky got back into the room, she sat up Jack and ordered him to open his mouth. Once he did, she placed a pink 3-inch penis gag in his mouth. "That's the gag I want to see in your throat!" she said.

She wasn't done. Vicky laid Jack flat on his face with his ass in the air. "Now this may hurt a little at first, but seeing how much you like anal you may find it pleasurable faster than most," said Vicky. With that, Jack felt his ass penetrated sharply.

Jack screamed into his gag as the dildo was going in. Then it went almost all the way out, then it was pumped back in. He could feel Vicky's hands on his sides. He felt her movements; she was fucking him with a strap-on dildo. Jack's cock got so hard it looked as though it may had gotten bigger.

The sexy vixen was gentle with her strap-on at first, but became more rough as it went on. After a few minutes, she grabbed Jack and got him to sit on the strap-on, facing away from her. She put her left hand on his dick and let the motions from the fucking do the work. "Oh yeah, take it, sissy; feels good doesn't it?" Vicky kept muttering her dirty talk. Jack could only moan and nod; he was in heaven.

After what seemed like forever but was still too soon, he came! His cum splattered the floor. A few seconds after he came, he felt a gooey substance suddenly shoot into his ass. "This is one of my favorite strap-ons. I filled it with my cum; I hope you like it," said Vicky, panting from the fucking she just gave.

She removed the dick-shaped gag from Jack's mouth and asked, "You can remove the cum on the floor with a mop or you could lick it up. Which do you choose?"

It took Jack only a couple of seconds. "May I please lick up my cum, Mistress?"

Vicky seemed shocked, then she smiled. "Yes, slave, lick up your dirty cum from my clean floor."

After everything was said and done, they both lay on the bed. Jack still had the bow in his hair, but everything else was gone, including the make-up and the cuffs. "You really are something, Jackie boy," said Vicky. "You really enjoy this. I don't think I ever asked you to call me Mistress."

Jack said, "Sorry about that. My panty fetish--I always loved the feeling of ladies' clothes, and being ordered around by a woman. I'm just...really nervous...most people see me as a cat who would have a heart attack if talked to."

Vicky said, "So you have never been in a relationship before?"

"No, I haven't. Kind of pathetic, right?" replied Jack.

Vicky wrapped her arms around Jack and whispered, "You're in one now, my little kitty."