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Remote Control Series Part 2

They take you to the store and make you their little doll in the frozen aisle. Thanks to the collar, there's nothing you can do to stop them - or anyone else who happens to walk by.

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After that first command, they've mostly left you alone, although the constant knowledge that they could take control of your body again is exhilarating. Every time they come in the room, you get a flutter in your stomach, wondering if now is the time they'll activate the collar again, and what they'll make you do. But so far, you've just been going about your day pretty normally. It's embarrassing to admit to yourself that you're a bit disappointed. As much as this is supposed to be a punishment, you were kind of hoping for them to force you to give them a lap dance at least. Something fun. In an effort to get them worked up, when you got ready for the day you put on your favorite crop top and their favorite miniskirt of yours. But so far, nothing.

Around noon, they walk to the door and put on their shoes. "We should go to the store. We need groceries."

You look up from your spot on the couch. "Right now?"

"Yeah, come on, let's go."

You stand up, but don't walk to the door just yet. "With the collar on?"

They hold their wrist up, dramatically pretending to check a non-existent watch. "Well, let's see, we're only... three hours into your twenty-four hour punishment, so, yeah, with the collar on." They grab their keys and grin with a bit too much excitement. "Come on, get your shoes on, let's go!"

As you walk to the door and put your shoes on, you feel your heart rate go up just a bit, and you get a slightly shaky feeling in your stomach. Is it nerves? Are you nervous about what they might make you do in a public place? Or are you eager?

Once they park the car, your anticipation has been building for far too long, and you blurt out, "Are you gonna make me strip in the snacks aisle or something?"

They laugh and shake their head. "No, I won't make you strip in the snacks aisle."

"The baking aisle, then?" You press, your suspicion only growing.

"No, no," they grab the grocery list and get out of the car, "I won't make you strip, I promise."

Well, that's a relief, at least. As you follow them into the grocery store, you start to regret your choice of outfit. You definitely aren't dressed in a very "going to the grocery store" style, and you're drawing a few glances in the parking lot, but you tell yourself it's just your imagination.

You go through the produce section, the baking section, and the dairy section with no incident. You're starting to suspect that they really did just want to go to the supermarket with no ulterior motives, until you get to the frozen section. It's pretty cold, especially for the skimpy outfit you're wearing, and by the time you get to the ice cream, you're shivering just a bit. "Are you cold?" They walk up behind you and wrap their arms around you, pressing your back into them. "Wow, you are cold!" They rub your upper arms to warm you up.

"Oh, thanks," you laugh, "Maybe I should have grabbed a sweater."

"Or maybe you shouldn't have worn such a slutty outfit just to try to get to me," they whisper into your ear. Another shiver runs down your spine, but not from the cold. "I did notice, by the way. But now look at you. You're... well, you're frozen."

You feel the slight buzzing under your skin, and you realize with a hint of panic that they're using the collar. But when your arms and legs don't start to move on their own, you're momentarily confused. You try to turn to look at them, wondering if the collar is malfunctioning, but your head doesn't move. You can't move at all. They're using the collar to hold you frozen in place. You try to speak, but your mouth won't open and your vocal folds won't contract. All you can do is stand there, breathing, waiting for another command.

"Did it work?" They let go of you and walk around to your front. "Let's see..." They take your right hand and lift it up a bit. It stays where they moved it, and you are unable to move it back. They smile. "My little doll."

You feel your face flush and your pussy start to throb. Feeling their eyes on you while you stand there helpless... this is what you've been waiting for since this morning.

They take your hand again and move it up and down, just enjoying getting to manipulate you. "What to do with you now?" They wonder aloud. They slowly move your hand toward the waistband of your skirt. "Should I make you touch yourself?" they whisper. You feel your hand sliding under the waistband of your skirt, then your underwear. "Put your hand on your pussy and make you stand here, wanting desperately to move, but unable to do anything to help yourself?" You desperately want to look around, see if anyone can see you, but you still can't move. They must be thinking the same thing, because with a quick glance both ways down the frozen aisle, they pull your hand out of the waistband. "Maybe not here."

They walk back behind you, and for a moment you have no idea what they're doing. Then they wrap their arms around your waist and pull your ass back a bit, pressing their pussy against you. You're now slightly bent over, and your heart rate spikes. How long will they keep this up? Someone could come by any second!

"I actually really like this outfit," they say, "It's adorable. There are honestly only a few things I'd change about it." You feel them hike your miniskirt up a bit - but a bit is a lot when it comes to this skirt. You know that, especially bent over, if this skirt is hiked up it doesn't take much effort to see everything. "Hm. Not quite." They hike it up a bit more so that it's sitting on your bellybutton, right below your ribs. You know that your ass is definitely showing in the back, but to your relief, you can see your reflection in the glass doors of the frozen aisle, and at least your pussy isn't exposed. You're panicking about being seen like this, but you can also feel yourself getting wet, and your legs getting weaker.

"That's better," they whisper. "And once you dress your doll, all that's left..." they press their hand against your back, "is to pose it." They gently push your back down, so that you're bending over at a 90 degree angle, legs straight, arms bent. You hear them step back to admire their handiwork. You know that at this angle, anyone behind you can see directly up your skirt. You hope that it's not obvious through your underwear how wet you are, but they dash those hopes immediately by saying "I'm glad to see you're enjoying this as much as I am." You can hear the smirk in their voice, and your face gets hot.

They walk around to your front again and open the freezer door. They put your left hand up and wrap it around the handle, holding the door open, and they put your right hand on your thigh. They press your knees together, and they gently tilt your chin up a bit so that you can see in front of you. "You just take a minute. Look at that bottom row of ice cream and decide which one you want. I'll be back."

No no no don't leave! You hear their footsteps departing. You're so stupid, how could you not see this coming?? Up until the very last moment you had no idea where they were going with this, and you couldn't put the pieces together until you were completely bent over, basically flashing your pussy to the whole fucking store. Idiot. You try to console yourself, thinking that maybe no one will come by. It's just after noon, after all, not an overly-popular time to go to the store, right?

You wait as calmly as you can, frozen in this ridiculous position and listening intently to the sounds of the surrounding aisles. You can barely hear anything over the hum of the freezers. The cold air of the freezer is blowing gently over your skin, and you feel your nipples get hard through your shirt as all of your hair stands on end, trying to keep you warm. Despite the cold, you can still feel an unbearably warm flush spread through your face, chest, and even your arms - full body embarrassment. How long will they leave me standing like this??

It doesn't take long before you hear footsteps coming down the aisle. To your dismay, you know from the sound that those footsteps do not belong to your mistress. You're now sweating with the intensity of the humiliation, your heart is going crazy as the strange footsteps approach, but you can't deny that your pussy is practically soaked, and your legs have begun to shake. The only thing more humiliating than being forced to stand here like this is knowing how much it turns you on.

The footsteps stop behind you, and you can feel someone's eyes burning into you. They pause for a good minute. You try desperately to stand up, to say something, to move in any way, but the collar stops every voluntary signal dead in its tracks. What are they doing? Just staring? Fantasizing about what they'll do to me? Why can't they just leave?

Behind you, you hear two words, spoken softly and derisively: "Fucking slut."

You feel another surge of adrenaline to your hands and another surge of blood-flow to your pussy. When will Mistress come back?? This is unbearable! I didn't choose to be posed like this, I can't help it! But you know you did. You didn't directly choose to stand like this, but you chose to be so much of a desperate slut that you couldn't control yourself, and that made them put the collar on you. This is what you deserve. This is, if you're being honest, what you really want.

Another jolt of adrenaline comes as you feel a hand - a strange hand, definitely not that of your mistress - gently trace your swollen clit through your underwear. An involuntary shudder runs through you. "Holy shit," the voice laughs, "where did you come from? A perfect little whore, just waiting for someone like me to come along?"

Everything in you screams at you to move, but the collar is far too strong. There is nothing you can do.

You feel the stranger push your underwear aside, sliding their finger along your wet pussy towards your clit. Right as they reach your clit, the collar's feedback stops, and you accidentally let out a pathetic squeak. Having control of yourself again, you straighten up suddenly and slam the freezer door.

"Excuse me," you hear your mistress's voice from down the aisle, "that's mine."

You turn around to see your mistress walking calmly down the aisle with an amicable smile on their face. The stranger behind you takes a step back and stammers out, "Oh, I'm - um - I'm sorry, I didn't, uh - I didn't realize -"

"No worries. It's perfectly understandable," your mistress cuts them off as they reach the two of you, "Pathetic sluts are meant to be used. This one is just being used by me. But thank you for pressing its buttons. It was very enjoyable to watch."

The stranger, clearly baffled and embarrassed, retreats, leaving you alone with your mistress again. They grin at you and adjust your skirt back to where it was. "Wow, your face is all red, your legs are shaking, you're sweating... I'll assume you had as fun a time as I did watching you."

You open your mouth to reply, but they continue, taking your arm in theirs and walking you towards the checkout. "Anyway, you're probably still freezing! Let's go home and get you warm."

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I'm writing this story in a series, and this is the second part, so stay tuned! You can find it all under the tag "spectacle series remote control"

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